Bent was the classic homebody techie who frequently had a few screws loose.
It was for this reason that he was one of the first to be laid off by the Department of Defense.
Without a job, he had used up his meagre savings after a few months.
When he heard that there would be an area for independent booths at the expo, Bent took out the odd things he had invented to try and sell them so that he could go home and continue inventing.
As long as he sold enough this time, the guy wouldn’t mind being holed up at home for a few more years.
Also, Bent didn’t want Damon’s money. He firmly believed that he wasn’t a beggar, but a scientist; there would always be people who admired his skills.
This “taser” that he had invented was no more lethal than an ordinary taser, but it was very technologically unique, which was why Bent had been let into the expo.
Damon, who had tested this Sick Stick on a drug dealer, knew that the crux was that this thing wasn’t fatal, but that it had a huge impact on the five senses of onlookers, so much so that most people couldn’t take it!
Luke took the hint.
Damon was a reliable person who didn’t talk nonsense.
If he said not to use it here, that definitely meant that there was something wrong with the Sick Stick.
Luke put down the description and started reading the rest.
Bent had brought in more than one type of product, and this Sick Stick wasn’t exactly high-tech. He had packed a bunch of small inventions.
It was also because of these things that his boss had been determined to kick him out of the Department of Defense.
Luke spent a minute skimming through the descriptions before he looked at Bent. “What do you do? These are all non-lethal weapons.”
Bent murmured, “I… I used to be in the Department of Defense, and I specialize in developing control-type weapons.”
He was afraid that Luke wouldn’t understand, so he added, “It’s mainly for use in riots and illegal gatherings, not to kill people.”
Luke nodded thoughtfully. “Hm, you’re quite good.”
These items were indeed similar in kind, but emphasized different points.
Putting aside the Sick Stick, there were other very interesting things like farting medicine, cramping oil, and itching powder.
The biggest problem with these inventions was that no department was willing to buy them since they looked more like practical jokes.
They might be effective, but… they were a little too conspicuous and could only be used in a public operation.
But in that sort of situation, the police and agents would have flash grenades and tear gas grenades, and rubber bullets were also useful; there was no need to order these costly special products.
To use one word to describe these inventions, they were — worthless.
Thinking that, Luke looked at Bent’s booth, and realized that except for the inventions and descriptions, there weren’t any promotional materials.
Although there were descriptions for the inventions, there should also be flyers or name cards with contact details on them.
But there were no flyers or name cards on Bent’s table.
Unless the deal was made on the spot, it would be hard for him to find buyers. Without buyers, he could only go home.
Luke said helplessly, “Bent, do you have a name card?”
Bent scratched his head. “No, I hardly come out. I don’t need one.”
Luke was rendered speechless by the man’s honesty.
He took out a pink permanent marker from his pocket and gave it to him. “I think you should at least write down your number. Not everybody will fork out money on the spot. They’ll take your contact and think about it before buying. You have to give clients a chance to think about it.”
Damon was immediately embarrassed. He had never thought of that at all. He had just seen an old friend, and came over to chat.
Bent slapped his forehead. “I didn’t think about that. Thank you, Luke.”
He then wrote down a number on the table with the pink marker and gave it back.
“You can keep it.” Luke’s lips twitched; this guy had actually written down his number on the table.
The pink number was indeed eye-catching on the white table, but the table belonged to the organizers.
This was a plaything which Luke had made for Selina. The biggest thing about it was that it was very pink, and secondly… it was very hard to wash off.
Not knowing that he had wrecked the organizers’ property, Bent thanked Luke profusely.
Amused, Luke accepted it and said goodbye to Bent, Damon and Mindy.
Mindy touched the dog’s head and felt it lick her again. She was reluctant. “Dad, can I take a spin with Luke and Selina?”
Damon thought for a moment before he nodded.
He trusted them, and Mindy wouldn’t run into any trouble if she was with the two detectives.
In the afternoon, Mindy followed them… or more precisely, followed Dollar around the venue.
Luke and Selina basically just drove around and didn’t get out unless they noticed something.
Mindy and Gold Nugget were in the backseat. One girl and one dog stared at the cat and mouse on the tablet.
Gold Nugget itself didn’t watch cartoons. It felt that this sort of thing was too childish and unsuitable for a mature and smart dog like it.
While it still felt like this even now, the little girl was pretty nice, so it decided to endure it a little and watch with her.
It’s not me; it’s definitely Dollar! That was what the dog head thought to itself.
Luke, Selina and Gold Nugget had to eat huge amounts every day for the calories and nutrition, so there were plenty of snacks in the car.
Very soon, Mindy was eating and feeding Gold Nugget in the backseat.
Gold Nugget was very satisfied.
When Luke fed it, it was a reward. If he dared to act spoiled, he would be threatened with a “I’ll blow your head off.”
Also, Selina fed it half-heartedly. When she was in a good mood, she would feed it constantly, and when she was in a bad mood, it had to help her out.
Right now, Mindy was feeding it considerately.
Gold Nugget only needed to open its mouth, and the cake was at its lips.
Unfortunately, the fiend didn’t allow it to overindulge outside, and only gave it twenty cupcakes.
In the end, Mindy gave half of her cupcake to the dog, so it found this little human very pleasing now, and it touched the little girl’s head with its paw.
Yes, every time the fiend touched it like this, it felt very comfortable. If he touched the little girl like this, she would be very happy too, right? A certain dog head was very confident in its learning ability.
The little girl giggled, which made it feel that it had done the right thing.
In the afternoon, Luke and Selina got off work, and Mindy was reluctant to part with Gold Nugget.
Eventually, she stayed for dinner, and Luke drove her home.
On the way home, Mindy couldn’t help but make a small request, and asked if she could play with Gold Nugget during the holidays.
Luke thought for a moment before agreeing. However, he told her to call before she came over, to make sure that they were at home.
Gold Nugget was fine. It spent its days watching dramas and scolding people on online forums. Every now and then, it would go out with Selina to beat up people in order to balance out its mood. It had a rich life.
Dollar liked to play with people and was full of energy after Gold Nugget formed a symbiotic relationship with it, but the two people at home didn’t have that much time to accompany it.