Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Irving walked to the door, glanced at the motorcycles, and inspected them.

Upon discovering that these motorcycles were neither antiques nor brand-name items, and that there would be little profit or room for price appreciation if they were recycled, he immediately shook his head.

"Morgan, are you kidding me?" Irving said tactfully. "You'd be better off selling these motorcycles to a junkyard than to me; you'd get a better price there."

Irving was somewhat speechless. Although his pawnshop could accept a lot of things, it was still different from a scrap metal yard.

If I were to buy such a dilapidated motorcycle, I would definitely have to repair, maintain, and refurbish it, which would inevitably involve a lot of trouble, and in the end, I wouldn't make much profit.

Since that's the case, it would be better to just have Morgan and his team send it directly to a scrap yard.

"A junkyard? You must be kidding me, Kyrie."

Seeing that Irving was reluctant to accept the motorcycles, Morgan immediately stepped forward, pulled him aside, and whispered, "You should know what kind of bloodsuckers those junkyard guys are. If we sell these motorcycles to them, the price will definitely be driven down drastically. How am I supposed to explain that to my men?"

"There's no way around it. The main problem is that these motorcycles are too dilapidated, and they're not even brand-name motorcycles. If I take them, I'll definitely be stuck with them." Owen ignored the other party's explanation and insisted on his point.

Seeing Irving's resolute attitude, Morgan hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and whispered:

"How about we make a deal, buddy?"

"A deal? What kind of deal?" Irving asked, puzzled.

"If you take these motorcycles today, I'll definitely bring you something better next time, as early as this afternoon, or at the latest tomorrow," Morgan said furtively.

But this did not interrupt Irving.

Seeing that Irving was still shaking his head and about to return to the store, Morgan had no choice but to step forward, pull Irving aside again, and whisper the inside scoop.

"Here's the thing, this afternoon our gang is going to raid a warehouse in Hellfire. They say there are a lot of good stuff inside. I've been selling all sorts of things lately to build up manpower and equipment so we can get a piece of the pie."

"Hellfire? That street gang's warehouse? Interesting." Hearing Morgan say this, Owen immediately became interested.

These gangs may seem like a bunch of thugs who just laze around all day.

But they must have secretly looted a lot of good stuff.

If Morgan can really snatch some good stuff from this and sell it to me, I can definitely make a fortune.

"Okay, I'll take these motorcycles," Owen replied after a moment's thought. "But let's make it clear first, the price will be very low."

Upon seeing this, Morgan and the others were immediately delighted.

Low price?

It's okay!

It's still better than selling it to a scrap yard, no matter what.

Before arriving at Irving's place, they had already inquired at two or three pawnshops and a scrap yard, and had a pre-existing expectation of the price for the motorcycles.

So when they saw Irving nod in agreement to the acquisition, the group was immediately overjoyed.

"These five motorcycles are worth at least $1000, right?" Morgan smiled and looked at Irving.

But to his surprise, he froze on the spot the next second.

"Five cars, $500." Owen used his [valuation] skill to precisely wield the Dragon Slayer Sword.

"..."

Upon hearing the price, Morgan and his team were immediately stunned.

"What?! $500? You might as well rob someone!" Morgan was stunned after regaining his senses, and his face instantly turned red.

But Irving had prepared his explanation beforehand. He coughed lightly and said without changing his expression:

"Don't think I don't know you stole these motorcycles from other people. If they were really motorcycles used by your gang, why would you be selling them?"

Seeing the change in their expressions, Owen immediately knew he had guessed correctly. He continued, "These five motorcycles are obviously modified. Although they look pretty good overall, all the parts were assembled privately. The tires are worn down like this. They must belong to those motorcycle gangs who usually cause a ruckus on the streets."

Irving shrugged and complained, "If I really took these five motorcycles, it would be difficult to resell them. These five motorcycles aren't any big brands. If they were Harleys or BMWs, I could take them down and sell the parts. But these no-name motorcycles, if I wanted to sell them, I would have to refurbish them, and the cost alone would be a considerable expense... So I can only give you a maximum of $100 per motorcycle."

Upon hearing Irving's explanation, the black men stared at each other, bewildered.

Although they knew that all Irving said was just to negotiate a lower price.

But to be fair, what Irving said made sense, and the reasons he gave left them speechless.

Morgan, who was in charge, was completely fooled and believed it. After sighing, he asked again, still somewhat unwilling to give up, "Are these motorcycles really that worthless?"

Irving nodded and smiled slightly. "It's worth at most $100 a car. If you don't believe me, you can ask other pawn shops and scrap yards."

"Alright." Seeing Irving's confidence, Morgan sighed helplessly.

To be honest, they had asked about prices at several other pawnshops before coming here.

The other companies offered them a maximum of $80 per vehicle, while the scrap yard offered an even more outrageous price: $50 for five vehicles, which was lower than what Irving had offered—it was practically robbery.

After a moment's hesitation, Morgan finally agreed to the price, but then added a salvageable statement, "Deal, buddy! But next time I'll bring something really good, you'll have to raise the price."

Irving nodded, immediately agreeing to the request. After bumping fists with the other man, he nodded again, "Don't worry, buddy, as long as it's good stuff, I'll definitely make sure you're satisfied with the price!"

After preparing the receipt and handing over $500, Morgan and his companions turned and left.

Once the other person was out of sight, Irving immediately grinned.

Without saying a word, he immediately took out the pawnshop's tablet, took a few photos, and then contacted someone in the tablet's contacts, sent the photos to that person, and inquired about the price.

A moment later, after seeing the offer from the other party, Irving immediately dialed the number.

"OK, no problem. Five cheap, modified motorcycles, $480 each. When are you coming to pick them up?"

"An hour later? No problem!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Irving hung up the phone and immediately beamed with joy.

To be honest, compared to other businesses, the pawnshop business was perfect for him.

With the skill of valuation, as his business grows, he will definitely earn more and more money.

Buy low and sell high, profiting from chaos.

Such a business opportunity is extremely rare.