Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After easily acquiring several secondhand appliances in the afternoon and making a hefty $300, Irving pulled out his tablet to check the registration results for the offline auction.

Irving breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the message that his registration had been successful.

I took out my phone to check the time.

It's already 15:30 PM, and there's only half an hour left before the offline auction starts.

Without hesitation, Irving quickly closed the store.

We started the RV and headed towards the Miami port dock.

When Irving arrived at the location, he discovered that the auction had already attracted quite a few people.

Among these people were not only familiar secondhand goods dealers and street thugs, but also several owners of scrap metal collection stations.

At this moment, these people were all gathered in twos and threes, occasionally asking the staff standing next to the container something.

As soon as Irving stepped forward, he was asked about his registration information.

Upon learning that a $1000 credit deposit was required to participate in the container auction, Irving was immediately speechless.

Despite his doubts, Irving gritted his teeth, paid $1000, and went inside.

Once the staff had collected all the deposits, the dock was briefly closed to begin the auction process.

Led by warehouse managers and auctioneers, Irving followed the crowd, stopping and starting along the way, to get a general understanding of the dozen or so containers up for auction.

After the bidding process was repeated once again, the administrator in charge of the auction slowly walked to a blue container with the serial number S-315.

The auction of the first container officially began.

"Welcome everyone to this private container auction!"

"First of all, I assure everyone that all the containers being auctioned this time are unclaimed and have been seized by the port due to non-payment of fees. There are absolutely no ownership disputes involved!"

"We held this private auction on behalf of the port. Let us make it clear that we only know what type of goods are in this container, but we don't know the specific details inside the container."

"To ensure fairness, we will open each container on-site before the auction, giving everyone three minutes to view it before the exciting bidding process begins!"

"Then, the auction shall now officially begin!"

"The first container to be auctioned is the first one!"

After the administrator in charge of opening the door finished explaining the process, he immediately looked at the staff standing next to the container.

The staff member nodded, picked up a large pair of pliers, and roughly opened the large lock on the container door.

The door lock clicked to the floor with a crisp sound.

More than thirty people attending the auction crowded around to watch.

However, due to the red line that had been drawn in advance, no matter how people looked at it, they could only see that the blue container was full of tightly packed wooden crates.

You can't see what's inside each of those wooden boxes at all.

"This blue container with serial number S-315 is a privately declared container, and the declared contents are miscellaneous items. Countdown: two minutes remaining!"

Hearing the administrator's urging, everyone immediately became anxious.

A young Mexican man with a mohawk looked at the pile of goods and couldn't help but complain, "These are all just broken wooden crates, there's definitely nothing good in them! Forget it, Hank, let's give up on this container and move on to the next one."

But another large, overweight Black man next to him had a completely different opinion.

"These wooden crates are all well-packaged, and they most likely contain some wine. If the starting bid is low, we might be able to snag a great deal!"

Irving raised an eyebrow, but before he could take a closer look, he heard another person's incessant chatter beside him.

"I don't think the wooden crates in front contain wine; they look like they contain porcelain! Could the original owner of this container have been an antique dealer?"

Although it wasn't evening yet, ships were slowly passing by the harbor, occasionally distracting the many treasure hunters.

Coupled with the highly inflammatory tone of the auction administrator, many people quickly became interested in the container.

That's the shrewdness of this private auction house.

These containers, seized by the port for non-payment of fees, may contain some valuable items, but most are of relatively low value.

But after being hyped up by this private auction house, bidding on the containers has become a thrilling treasure hunt.

Irving was not swayed by the people around him. He took a deep breath and carefully examined the shipment in front of him.

The skill [Evaluation] is activated immediately.

A pile of well-packaged wooden crates, each worth $300?

It looks like there are some drinks inside.

Huh? Besides these wooden crates, there's also a safe?

WTF?! This safe is worth $20000!!

Upon realizing that there was a valuable "discount" inside the container in front of him, Irving's pupils trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

Seemingly noticing Irving's unusual behavior, the black man standing to the side immediately frowned, then quietly approached Irving and began a friendly conversation:

"Hey buddy, I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new here?"

"That's right, it's my first time here, I thought I'd try my luck." Owen nodded politely with a slight smile.

It's not surprising to encounter newcomers at such auctions.

After all, Miami is a big city, but the world of secondhand goods recycling and selling is only so big. If there is an opportunity for such a private auction, I believe many people will come and join in the fun.

"Newcomers usually have pretty good luck, buddy. What do you think of the first container? What good stuff might be in there?" Old Black asked with a smile.

As a professional treasure hunter, Green has an unwavering belief in luck.

Of course, he doesn't believe in his own luck, but he does believe in the luck of some newcomers.

"I think those wooden crates must be very valuable! And there seems to be a lot of space behind the containers, so there should be some good stuff inside. If the auction price isn't too high, I'm prepared to bid; I'm sure I can make a profit!" Mr. Owen replied.

Upon hearing this, many people around looked at Irving and immediately felt that this new Asian was a bit slow-witted and lacked foresight.

Even Green, who had just suspected that Irving had figured something out, shook his head helplessly.

"Dude, it's not that simple." Green gently patted Irving on the shoulder, pointed to the shipping container in front of them with his notebook, and explained:

"What you see is what these auctioneers want you to see. To be a good treasure hunter, you must have a good eye and a lot of knowledge. You can't be swayed by your intuition."

"This container probably contains some good stuff, but it's not of particularly high value. You'll find out soon enough if you don't believe me."