Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After leaving John's pawnshop, Morgan and his group got into their car and headed to the agreed meeting point for the gang.

As soon as he got into the car, a Black man in the passenger seat looked at the fifty dollars he had been given, his face showing displeasure. He turned to Morgan and began to complain:

"Boss, the owner of this John's Pawnshop seems a bit unreliable! He's haggling way down the price!"

"His price was a bit higher than other places, but I think those five motorcycles should be worth more than that, right?"

"Of course you're only finding out now!" Morgan, sitting in the back, said irritably, "If you can trust pawn shop owners, then all those strippers in Miami must be innocent."

"Then why did you go to this pawn shop to sell things, boss?" another black man asked, scratching his head with a puzzled look.

"Are you guys stupid? Does it even matter which pawn shop you go to?"

Morgan rubbed his temples, looking utterly exasperated. "What's the most important thing for us? Making money! With money, would you guys be glued to your phones staring at female streamers' butts all day?"

Morgan chimed in, "If we had enough money, I'd take you to strip clubs every day, and you could be with different dancers every day!"

"Don't underestimate us just because we're street thugs now. As long as we have enough savings and money, we can meet some big shots just by the private party invitations that the bank sends us every day."

"Those big shots are different from us; you can't even imagine how amazing their private parties are..."

Seeing Morgan's emotional reaction, the black men standing nearby looked puzzled.

"Boss, have you ever been to one of these private parties?"

"Of course." Morgan smiled slightly, puffed out his chest a little, and looked on with longing. "When I first joined the gang, I went there once with my boss. Let me tell you, it was heaven!"

"The party was full of all sorts of big shots, even some movie stars. Once you get into that circle, you'll find that no matter how big Miami is, only a small group of people actually control it."

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the other side.

After seeing off the people who bought the motorcycles, Irving happily put the $2400 in cash he received into the safe.

He's been focusing most of his energy on the pawnshop these past few days and has made a lot of money.

Irving was about to do a careful calculation to see how much money he had made in the past few days.

Unexpectedly, a deliveryman walked over.

Under Irving's questioning gaze, the deliveryman, before even reaching the store entrance, threw the package he was carrying at the pawnshop's door without a word, rang the doorbell, and then turned and left with a flourish.

Irving felt that the person was there to collect a debt rather than to deliver a package.

Irving was speechless and walked out of the counter.

I opened the package and took a look, only to find that it contained a thick stack of scripts!

After reading the script, Irving sighed and rubbed his forehead, only then remembering that there was another movie waiting for him to film.

Thinking of this, he immediately sent a message to Walter, asking about the progress of the movie.

Walter: The script has been revised and is very good. The director and producer are very satisfied. If there are no other unexpected events, a script workshop will be held this Saturday. Take these few days to familiarize yourself with the script. If there are no unexpected events, filming will begin about a week after the script workshop.

Irving: OK, that gave me a fright. I hadn't heard anything for the past few days, and I thought the movie shooting was going to be postponed.

Walter: Postponed? How could that be? This is such a big project, the investment has already been secured, postponing it even for a day would cost a lot of money.

Walter: Oh, right, I forgot to remind you, take some time these next few days to practice your shooting. There are some scenes in the movie that require you to demonstrate your marksmanship. If you need any help, feel free to come to me.

Irving: Shooting practice?

Walter: Oh my god! You're not telling me you haven't even looked at the revised script carefully yet, are you?

Upon seeing the question mark emoji sent by Walter on his phone screen, Irving immediately felt guilty.

He quickly flipped through the thick stack of scripts in his hand, only to discover that the film's setting had been changed to the 18th century, the era of the Western expansion.

He was actually going to play a beggar who came to America from the East, and tell an inspirational story of how he went from having nothing to becoming a behind-the-scenes boss in Chinatown.

Upon seeing the script's description of him wielding two guns with a 100% success rate, Owen's lips twitched.

No wonder Xiao Hua specifically told him to practice his marksmanship more.

Even though it's just making a movie, it still needs to look like something at all.

Thinking of this, Irving immediately picked up his phone and assured Walter.

Irving: OK! Don't worry, it's just practicing shooting! Haven't you heard that in China, mastering shooting is as easy as drinking water?

Walter: That would be best. Okay, I'll stop here for now. I'm going to a meeting. I'll let you know as soon as the time and place for the script discussion are confirmed.

Irving: OK.

Seeing that Walter wasn't planning to continue the conversation, Irving didn't ask any more questions.

After spending this time together, he has figured out a way to get along with others.

After all, as the film's fundraiser and distributor, Walter Little is definitely more concerned about the film than I am. When he needs to do something, he will naturally notify me in advance, and when he doesn't, I can just wait patiently.

After putting his phone away, Irving carried the delivery box and placed a thick stack of movie scripts on the shop counter.

He washed his hands and was just about to carefully read through the movie script.

Just then, a vibration came from the tablet next to me.

Irving picked up the tablet and glanced at it.

That's when I noticed a group chat message popping up on my tablet:

"An offline auction will be held at the Port of Miami on July 14th at 4:00 PM. The auction items are some unclaimed blind box containers. There are 30 participants allowed. Click to register, first come, first served!"

A website address was then attached below the message.

Irving glanced at the group chat, his face full of question marks.

To be honest, this tablet has been there ever since he took over the pawnshop; it seems to have been left behind by the original owner, John.

Irving had been using this tablet to log into various antique and collectible websites and contact buyers, but he never discovered that there was a group chat for these container auctions on the tablet.

While Irving was still in a daze, many people in the group chat had obviously received the message and started complaining.

Irving glanced at the crowd and saw that most of them were complaining that these container auctions didn't have anything good, and that it was like scratching a lottery ticket, purely based on luck.

Only a small number of people were extremely excited and had already prepared sacks to fill with money.

Seeing this, Irving was stunned.

For other treasure hunters, such container auctions may be a game of chance, easily leading to them getting desperate, gambling everything, and losing everything.

But for him, who possesses the [valuation] skill, it's no different from picking up money.

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