Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Say something, you little black devil! What's wrong with you? Now you want to go home to your mother? Weren't you being pretty stubborn just now?"

Seeing the other person lying on the ground groaning and moaning, Irving squatted down next to him and slapped him hard across the face.

"I thought you were something special, but you're just a nobody?"

"Speak up! Will you still be arrogant after this?"

Little Blackie hadn't recovered from the shock when he got another beating today. He was completely stunned and couldn't stammer out a word.

The others standing by watching the show, including Old Black, were also speechless with shock at the skill Owen had just displayed.

Damn! Is the shop owner Asian?

Could it be that he's going to become a kung fu?!

Damn it, we've really messed with them...

Seeing that Irving had resolved the dispute in no time, James, who had been hiding on the sidelines, now dared to step forward.

"Alright, Bro, it seems your men are really weak."

James recalled the sound of bones cracking he had just heard, glanced sympathetically at the groaning Black man on the ground, then curled his lip. "You've lost now. According to the rules of the street, either pay up and reschedule, or get lost and never come back here! Tell me, which do you choose?"

"No, buddy, we were wrong, we're leaving right now!"

"Calm down, buddy, we were just joking, we meant no harm!"

"..."

Seeing that Irving didn't intend to pursue the matter further, the group of black men quickly stepped forward and used both their hands and feet to lift the little black man from the ground into the car, not daring to utter a single unnecessary word throughout the entire process.

He then stepped on the gas and drove away in his old pickup truck.

Seeing the black men leave in a hurry, Owen's expression softened. He turned to look at the blonde, blue-eyed beauty who was letting out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry to have startled you at my shop entrance."

"It's nothing. I just didn't expect these black guys to be so brazen in broad daylight." Seeing Owen open the pawn shop door as he spoke, the blonde, blue-eyed beauty put away her pistol.

Standing next to the two, James wanted to remind the blonde woman not to keep calling someone a "nigger," as it was very racist.

But recalling the scene of the blonde woman pulling out a gun and yelling at several black men, he immediately shut his mouth and wisely said nothing.

After opening the store door and leading James and the blonde, blue-eyed beauty to the back of the store, Irving immediately went behind the counter, put on a bulletproof vest, and broke the awkward silence.

"Alright, beautiful lady, what do you need? Do you want to buy something or sell something? I'm sorry to have startled you just now. How about this, I can help you get a membership card. From now on, whether you buy something or sell something in my store, I will give you a corresponding special discount."

"OK, thank you so much. Can I use the discount today?" Now that Irving said that, the blonde, blue-eyed beauty's eyes lit up immediately, and her mood improved significantly.

"Of course, beautiful lady, it's my pleasure to help you." Owen turned on his computer and asked for the other party's name and contact information.

"Caroline Black, contact number is (305) 342-7787." After saying that, Caroline began to browse the store.

Seeing that Irving was very friendly, and that he had even easily learned the other person's name and contact information by signing up for a membership card, James, who was standing to the side, looked at Irving with envy.

He now finally understood why Irving was always surrounded by beautiful women, with either rich women or innocent college students every day.

He could never learn those flirting techniques, no matter how hard he tried.

"Alright, Owen, I won't be a third wheel and interfere with your business. Let's talk another day." Seeing that Owen's gaze was fixed on the beautiful Caroline, James waved his hand tactfully and turned to leave.

"OK, bye-bye, drive carefully, James."

After James left, he saw Caroline pick something up from the shelf, look at the price, hesitate, and then put it down.

Irving immediately realized that the other party must have recently experienced a deterioration in their financial situation and was forced to come to the pawn shop to buy cheap items.

Thinking of this, Owen immediately stepped out from behind the counter and went to Caroline's side.

"So, did you find anything you like?" Owen smiled.

Caroline brushed aside the bangs that were obscuring her eyes, turned around to meet Owen's gaze, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, boss, I don't really want anyone watching me when I'm shopping."

"OK, then I won't bother you anymore." Irving raised his hands to indicate that he had no other intentions, then turned around and returned to the counter.

With nothing else to do, Owen pulled out a complete set of Luger LCP pistol parts from under the counter and began assembling them one by one according to the diagram.

A dozen minutes later.

Caroline, carrying a jumbled pile of goods, placed them shakily on the counter. "OK, boss, how much do you think this costs?"

"Just call me Owen." Hearing Caroline's voice, Owen finally looked up.

When Irving saw that the other party had bought so many things at once, he immediately raised an eyebrow and began scanning each item with the cash register.

A short while later, the total price was displayed on the computer.

"There are 13 items in total, with a total price of $204. I just issued you a membership card, which gives you a 10% discount, so just give me $183.60."

"OK!" Caroline took out her wallet and pulled out a bunch of banknotes.

But a moment later, she looked embarrassed.

She searched her wallet thoroughly, but found only $145.25 inside.

Sensing Owen's questioning gaze, Caroline forced herself to remain calm. After a moment of hesitation, she took off her diamond earrings and slammed them onto the counter. "Boss, I want to sell my Cartier diamond earrings. How much do you think I can get for them?"

"Diamond earrings?"

Owen frowned, picked up a pair of earrings that the other party had placed on the counter, and examined them carefully. With his skill [Estimation], he knew at a glance that the pair of earrings could only be sold for a maximum of about $300.

But to demonstrate his expertise, Irving first checked the website, and then took out a magnifying lens specifically for examining jewelry and a professional instrument for measuring the purity of diamonds.

After fiddling around for a few minutes, Owen finally put down the magnifying glass, took a deep breath, and looked at Caroline.

After hesitating for a moment, he quoted a price: "I'm sorry, I can only offer you $350 for these Cartier diamond earrings."

Damn! Caroline was stunned when she heard the offer.

"What? $350?? You're not kidding, sir!"

Irving had clearly anticipated Caroline's shock.

He opened his tablet and showed some quotes for the Cartier diamond earrings on several American online resale websites, explaining helplessly:

"I'm sorry, Caroline, unlike gold which has been steadily rising in value, diamonds are worthless now. Clearly, you've fallen into the trap set by those luxury diamond jewelers..."