Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Hey, Green, what a coincidence, I think the same way you do."

Green's remarks resonated with many in the audience.

Many people expressed their opinions.

"This container looks just like the one from Africa that I encountered last time. It had a bunch of valuable artworks in front, which caused a frenzy of buying, but guess what?"

"This last container sold for $18! But after we unloaded the contents, we discovered that besides the artwork in the front, the back was all wood. I lost $000 in the end!!"

A Black man recounted the pitfalls he had encountered, but few of the people present laughed out loud.

As professional treasure hunters, everyone here, unless they are newbies, has had similar experiences to some extent.

As everyone continued to discuss the value of the container, the two-minute countdown was nearing its end.

As the countdown reached zero, the administrator in charge of the auction began to speak:

"Now! Bidding begins for the blue container, serial number S-315!"

"The starting price is $500! Each bid must be placed in increments of $50. Any business owners interested in this container can raise their hands to participate now!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Green, standing next to Irving, immediately raised his hand, "$3000!!"

"WTF??!"

"Shit!"

"Green, are you crazy?"

Green immediately raised the price of the container to $3000, a move that instantly scared away four or five people.

But the young Mexican man with a mohawk and punk style was clearly not intimidated by Green's display of power. Instead, he calmly raised his hand and said, "$3100!"

"$3500!" Green frowned and continued to raise the price.

But the young Mexican man, seemingly confident, calmly raised his hand and said, "$4000!"

"$4500!!"

"$5000!"

In the blink of an eye, the price quickly broke through the $5000 mark.

Seeing two people arguing and bidding wildly, the white auctioneer standing next to the container smiled broadly.

The others standing by gave up, happy to watch the two bid against each other.

But Irving, standing next to Green, was forcing a smile.

He wanted nothing more than to curse the ancestors of those two who were raising prices!

shit!

These two are really going too far!

If the price keeps going up like this, even if you manage to win the bid yourself, you won't make much money.

Do either of you even know what treasure hunting is?!

Just as Irving shook his head, intending to give up on the container,

The next second, Green suddenly dropped his bid.

"$6500 for a bunch of wooden crates, Norton, you have a good eye! Hahahaha..."

Seeing Green suddenly give up his bid and a mocking expression on his face, the Mexican youth, who had been smug just a second ago, turned pale the next second.

The auctioneer, standing to the side, paid no attention to the situation. He raised his hands, fearing the young man named Norton might change his mind, and immediately shouted:

"$6500!! Are there any higher options?"

"$6500 for the first time!"

"$6500 for the second time!"

Seeing that everyone else had lost interest and had no intention of bidding again, Irving's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that his opportunity had arrived!

Before the auctioneer could finalize the deal, Irving gritted his teeth, feigning a desperate attempt, and shakily raised his hand, shouting, "$6550!"

Upon hearing Irving's offer, the young Mexican man, who had been gritting his teeth and turning green with anger, immediately beamed with joy and breathed a sigh of relief.

In stark contrast is Green.

"F**K!!"

Seeing that all his hard work in raising the price had been taken over by Irving, allowing Norton to easily escape being scammed, Green instantly turned red.

He had originally intended to go up and punch Irving.

Seeing the other person gritting his teeth, looking like a gambling addict, Green hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't make a move. He just stood there and shouted a curse.

"For $6550, you bought a shipping container filled with a bunch of wooden crates. You're just waiting to lose money!"

Green cursed, snorted, and turned to walk away.

Irving didn't explain anything, but just looked anxiously at the administrator.

Upon seeing this, the auction administrator immediately began the final call-out as usual.

"$6550, are there any prices higher?"

"$6550, first time! $6550, second time!! $6550, third time, sold!!"

As the administrator brought down the gavel, Irving, who had been on tenterhooks, breathed a long sigh of relief.

The crowd shook their heads and mostly headed toward another container.

Only a few people stayed behind, their faces full of curiosity, wanting to see what was inside the container that Irving bought for $6550.

Irving ignored these people, signed the receipt handed to him by the staff, paid the money, and then went into the container to rummage through it.

Many onlookers were surprised to see Irving unpacking the wooden crates inside the container, revealing that the crates were full of well-packaged, high-quality red wine.

There are probably more than thirty of these wooden crates. If they are all filled with this wine, they would be worth at least eight or nine thousand US dollars!

Looking at it this way, the price of $6550 for this container is actually a bit low!

The newbie really got a great deal!

Hearing the exclamations of the onlookers, the other treasure hunters who had left also heard the commotion and came back to watch.

When Irving tore open the cardboard box blocking his view and discovered a safe in the innermost corner of the container, the onlookers gasped in surprise.

Green, the black man who had just given up bidding and even mocked Irving, was so angry that his face turned green.

"F**k!!"

"How could there possibly be a safe in here?!"

Green slammed his fist against his thigh, his expression filled with regret. "My safe!! NO!!"

Not only Green, but everyone else watching also looked constipated when they saw Irving call a few staff members to use a machine to lift the safe out of the container.

They never imagined that an ordinary personal container would contain so many well-preserved bottles of wine, as well as a huge old-fashioned safe.

As the crowd grew larger, Irving remained calm, cheerfully borrowing a crowbar from a nearby staff member and starting to pry open the safe.

A few minutes later, Irving was seen opening the safe.

Inside lay a gold bar, and Irving immediately grinned.

The young Mexican man who had been watching from the sidelines was stunned when he saw the gold bars; he was instantly paralyzed with fear.

Gold prices have soared in the last two years, and a gold bar this big is worth at least tens of thousands of US dollars!

I was thinking that I was just $50 short of making a bid to buy this container.

The Mexican youth broke down on the spot, screaming in despair, "FxxK! Shit!! My gold bars!!!"