Bent was a typical technological geek who was often short-circuited.
It was for that reason that he was soon among the first to be laid off by the Department of Defense.
Without a job, his savings were gone in a matter of months.
Hearing that there were private stalls at the expo, Bent tried to sell the weird gadgets he had invented so that he could continue inventing at home.
As long as he made enough money, he wouldn't mind staying at home for a few more years.
Also, Bent didn't want Damon's money, because he was convinced that he wasn't a beggar but a scientist, and that someone would appreciate his skills.
The baton he had invented wasn't any more lethal than regular batons, but it was technically unique, which was why it had been brought to the expo.
Damon, who had experimented with the baton on drug dealers, knew very well that it wasn't lethal, but that the shock to the senses of bystanders was so strong that most people wouldn't be able to take it!
Luke readily accepted Damon's advice.
Damon was a reliable man, and wasn't good at bullsh * tting.
If he said not to use it here, there had to be something wrong with the baton.
Luke put down the instruction manual and read the other manuals on the table.
Bent had brought more than one product with him. The Mutated Stun Baton couldn't be said to be high-tech. He had packed a lot of small inventions with him.
It was also because of these gadgets that his boss had firmly kicked him out of the Department of Defense.
Luke spent a minute skimming through the manuals of the gadgets, before he looked at Bent. "What do you do for a living? These are nonlethal weapons, right? "
Bent stammered, "I … I used to work in the Department of Defense. I developed control weapons."
Afraid that Luke didn't understand, he added, "They mainly deal with riots and illegal gatherings. They don't kill people."
Luke nodded, deep in thought. "Well, you're quite skilled."
These gadgets were indeed similar products, but they all had their own specialties.
Putting aside the baton, the other gadgets, such as fart medicine, muscle cramping oil, and itching powder, were all interesting.
The biggest problem with these gadgets was that no department was willing to buy them, because they were more like pranks.
They might be effective, but they would cause a lot of noise, and could only be used in public operations.
But the police or agents at that time had flash grenades, tear gas, and rubber bullets. There was no need to order these expensive gadgets at all.
There was only one word to describe these little inventions, and that was — chicken ribs.
Thinking that, Luke lowered his head and looked at Bent's stall, only to discover that there were no leaflets at all apart from the gizmos and manuals.
Although the manual had a part of the function of the leaflet, the leaflet should also include part of the function of a business card. Many people would leave their contact information on it.
There were no leaflets or business cards on Bent's desk.
Unless he made a deal on the spot, it would be very difficult for him to find a buyer. Without a buyer, he could only go home.
Luke said helplessly, "Bent, do you have a card?"
Bente scratched his head. "No, I rarely go out. I don't need that."
Luke was lost for words. This was a practical person.
He took out a pink pen from his pocket and handed it over. "I think you should at least write your phone number here. Not everyone will pay on the spot. They will take their contact information and consider the pros and cons before making a purchase. You have to give the customer a chance to consider. "
Damon was instantly embarrassed. He hadn't thought about this at all. He was purely here to chat with an old friend.
Bent slapped his forehead. "I didn't think of that. Thank you, Luke."
As he said that, he took a pink pen, wrote down a phone number on the table, and handed the pen back.
"Keep it. What if someone messes up your number?" Luke's lips twitched. The guy had actually written his number on the desk.
The pink number was indeed very eye-catching on the white desk, but the desk was public property of the organizer.
The pen was a toy that he had made for Selina. Its biggest feature was that it was very bright pink, and the second thing was that it was very hard to wash off.
Bent still didn't know that he had destroyed the organizer's property, and thanked Luke profusely.
Luke accepted the gift, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said goodbye to Bent, Damon and Mindy.
Mindy rubbed the dog's head. Feeling the big tongue lick her again, she was reluctant to part. "Dad, can I walk around with Luke and Selina?"
Damon only thought for a moment before he nodded in agreement.
He trusted these two, and Mindy wouldn't run into any trouble if she followed the two detectives.
In the afternoon, Mindy followed Luke and Selina … Fine, to be more precise, she wandered around the venue with Dollar.
Luke and Selina basically drove, and only got out when something happened.
Mindy sat in the back with Gold Nugget. The girl and the dog stared at the tablet … Cat and Mouse.
Gold Nugget didn't watch cartoons. It had always felt that they were too childish and unsuitable for a mature and wise dog like it.
Even now, it still maintained that view. Seeing that the little girl next to it was pleasing to the eye, it decided to put up with it and watch with her for a while.
It's not my fault. It's definitely Dollar's fault! The dog mumbled to itself.
Luke, Selina and Gold Nugget needed a lot of calories and nutrition every day, and there were plenty of snacks in the car.
Very soon, Mindy was eating while she fed Gold Nugget.
Gold Nugget was very satisfied.
Luke's feeding was "rewarding." If it dared to be arrogant, it was easy to receive the threat of "blowing up your dog head."
Selina's feeding, on the other hand, was "perfunctory." When she was in a good mood, she would keep feeding, and when she was in a bad mood, she would have to help her.
Right now, Mindy was very considerate when she fed the little girl.
Gold Nugget only had to open its mouth, and the cake would be in its mouth without even moving its head.
Unfortunately, the fiend didn't allow it to overeat outside, and only gave it twenty cakes.
In the end, Mindy even gave half of her cake to the dog, which made the little human very pleasing to the eye. It patted the little girl's head with a rare smile.
Hm, every time the fiend touched it like this, it would feel very comfortable. The little girl would probably be very happy when it patted her like this, right? That was how confident the dog head was in its learning ability.
The little girl's giggles also made it feel that it had done the right thing.
In the afternoon, Luke and Selina got off work, and Mindy was reluctant to leave Gold Nugget.
In the end, she stayed for dinner with them before Luke drove her home.
On the way home, Mindy couldn't help but make a small request. She asked if she could play with Gold Nugget during the holidays.
Luke thought for a moment and agreed, but told her to call to make sure that they were home before she came.
Gold Nugget was fine. It watched dramas every day, cursed people on forums, and went out with Selina to beat people up every now and then. It had a rich life.
Dollar liked to play with people, and was full of energy after Gold Nugget's symbiotic relationship. Luke and Selina, on the other hand, didn't have much time to spend with it.
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