Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 120 Antique Silver Coins

The next morning.

Irving was awakened by a doorbell ringing, followed by Ayesha's shouts.

"Irving, it looks like we have guests outside."

Irving woke up and, as soon as he opened his eyes, saw Ayesha already dressed, smiling at him.

"What time is it?" Irving blushed as he recalled the madness of last night and asked.

"It's already nine o'clock; there must be guests arriving outside."

"OK!"

Irving nodded and got dressed and out of bed without a second thought.

He was about to leave the warehouse when he suddenly remembered the predicament Ayesha had described the night before.

After a moment's thought, Irving immediately took out his wallet, counted out ten $20 bills, and handed them directly to Ayesha.

"This is...

'

Before Ayesha could even ask, Owen interrupted, explaining, "Didn't you say you were out of money? This $200 will cover your meals for the next two days. Just so you know, don't refuse. I treat all my employees like this..."

Hearing Owen say that, Ayesha bit her lip and nodded gently.

Although she knew that Owen was taking special care of her.

But she had no reason to refuse.

After all, she doesn't even have a single cent left, and even eating has become a problem.

To avoid embarrassing Ayesha, Owen slipped the money into her hand and then left the storeroom.

Hearing the constant knocking on the door and the shrill sound of the doorbell, Irving quickened his pace.

"They're here! They're here!"

Upon opening the pawnshop door, a middle-aged redneck man came into view.

Seeing the other person staggering, with a flushed face and a pungent smell of alcohol wafting towards him, Owen instinctively became wary.

Although Miami has a large American population, it also has a significant white population.

Although there are very few redneck white people like this, who are clearly from the simple and honest Texas and have very distinctive features.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Thinking about the reputation of these redneck white men online, Irving forced a smile, looked at the man, and politely asked, "Welcome, buddy. Are you looking to pawn or buy something?"

Irving enthusiastically led the other person to the counter, but his body language betrayed him as he went behind the counter and silently slipped a revolver hidden under the counter into his waist holster.

"I'm here to pawn something. I have a 20-gram gold necklace that I need to exchange for cash."

As he spoke, the middle-aged white man took a gold necklace out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"No problem, sir. Let me check the purity of this gold necklace first."

As he spoke, Irving picked up the gold necklace, pretending to examine it closely, but actually subconsciously activated the skill [Appraisal].

[A low-quality gold-plated necklace, worth $5.]

Irving was taken aback when he sensed the information that suddenly popped into his mind.

Gold dust?!

Good heavens, these days there are actually fake gold being sold as real gold?

Does this redneck think he's stupid?

Irving suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and then put down the gold necklace and handed it back to the other person.

"Sorry, our shop does not accept handicrafts. Your gold chain is not real gold."

"What? Are you kidding me?!" The redneck was slightly taken aback, slammed his hand on the counter, and looked completely bewildered.

"You just glanced at it and concluded that my gold necklace isn't real gold? Do you take me for one of those brainless black devils?"

Seeing the other person suddenly become agitated, Irving's lips twitched.

After taking a deep breath, he rummaged under the counter and pulled out an instrument specifically for measuring gold.

After starting the machine, Irving immediately aimed the instrument at the gold necklace without saying a word.

A "beep" sounded.

The instrument flashed a red light instantly, and at the same time, detailed data appeared on the display.

Irving flipped the instrument's display over, pointing it at the redneck customer, and said frankly, "See? The instrument clearly shows that this gold necklace has a gold content of 0%."

"No matter where you got this gold necklace, it's clearly an artifact. If you don't believe me, you can ask other pawn shops or stores."

Seeing a hint of embarrassment on the other person's face, Irving was pretty sure that the necklace didn't belong to the redneck in front of him.

After all, the other person's attire didn't suggest they were wealthy.

"F**K!! I knew those Jews were all liars!" The redneck white man turned red instantly upon hearing Irving say that.

He angrily snatched the gold necklace from Owen's hand and left the pawnshop.

Hearing the commotion, Ayesha, who had been in the warehouse, also came over.

Having witnessed the whole thing, she began to question the meaning of life.

They dared to sell a fake necklace as a real gold necklace...

No, are all customers who come to pawn shops to sell things this abstract?

Suddenly, Ayesha realized that working at the pawnshop was not as simple as she had imagined.

She was just about to step forward to ask Irving what he wanted for breakfast.

Just then.

The doorbell rang again, and another customer pushed open the door and entered. "Excuse me, do you buy and sell antiques here?"

The woman appeared to be of Mexican descent, and was probably around thirty years old.

Unlike Tina, she had a full head of dark brown curly hair, wore a black dress, was slightly plump, carried an LV tote bag on her right arm, and dragged a small wooden box in her left hand, clearly indicating that she came from a well-off family.

antique?

Upon hearing this word, Owen immediately looked up, his eyes lighting up. He replied enthusiastically, "Of course! John's Pawnshop is currently in urgent need of all kinds of antiques, and you can rest assured that the prices will far exceed market rates!"

Upon hearing that it was an antique, Ayesha, who was originally in the warehouse, immediately became interested and hurriedly ran to the counter, ready to stand aside and observe what kind of antique this middle-aged Mexican woman was selling.

Seeing Irving's enthusiastic attitude, the woman immediately felt relieved.

Then he carefully placed the palm-sized wooden box he was holding in his left hand on the counter.

Seeing the woman's posture, Irving looked expectant and couldn't help but rub his hands together.

He hasn't found any special equipment for some time.

Irving had initially thought that the blue porcelain bowl was some kind of special equipment.

But after he got it back, he discovered that the porcelain bowl was just a piece of ancient porcelain, not some special equipment.

Even so, he still earned nearly $50,000 with tears in his eyes.

I wonder what kind of antique this Mexican woman will bring out today.

The woman opened the wooden box, and an antique silver coin immediately came into view.

This coin is incredibly strange. The obverse features a lifelike eagle and circles of stars, while the reverse depicts the Statue of Liberty. The design is exquisite, the workmanship is simple and antique, and it is clearly very old.

Irving's eyes lit up immediately.