After two days, Selena had come to call the act of visiting individual stalls "watching the fun."
Many people come to participate in the Stark Industrial Expo, including top experts, scholars, technicians, etc. from all over the world.
These people basically don't appear on the self-employed side, but many middle and low-level related personnel have similar ideas as Luke and the others, and come here to hang out and pick up bargains.
In addition to some very professional enthusiasts, the stalls of individual businesses are also crowded with people.
Compared with the reserve and arrogance of those top bosses, visitors here have fewer concerns.
Many people are typical technology geeks. Once the topic of technology comes up, they will start criticizing it without caring whether it is an individual stall.
Can't stand it? If you can't stand it, just pack up and go home. If you are a man, you have to face it head on.
The thinking of most technology geeks is so simple and crude.
Things like saving face, considering the occasion, and talking about interests are all things that the big guys consider. They only have one word - confront.
Therefore, various technical exchanges are constantly going on at the individual stalls.
What kind of inexplicable super fertilizer Jinkala, new energy with amazing conversion ratio, various weird products modified by individuals, someone may suddenly point out the problem in front of the stall.
In the end, many people on both sides got so anxious that they resorted to physical persuasion.
Luke and the other man would not rush forward to stop the fight, but would watch with a smile as both sides fought until they were bruised and battered, and only then would they come out and arrest both sides when the evidence was solid.
The two of them divided up the tasks and took turns to step forward, basically saying one sentence: "Will you reconcile privately and promise not to disrupt the order of the venue again? Or will you go to the police detention center together to calm down for 24 hours?"
Most of the tech geeks naturally fell silent at this point.
The fight has been fought, the anger has been vented, and the evidence is still on both sides' faces. There is no way to deny it.
A small number of people are still stubborn, so we can only... send them to the detention center.
Luke and the other man are familiar with this matter.
At the last Stark trade show in Los Angeles, the two sent nearly a hundred people to the police station in just a few days.
Don’t underestimate the experience points you get from catching this kind of fight, at most three points each time.
But these fights came quickly and violently, and several of them could occur in a short period of time.
The police had already prepared a one-stop service. Two prison buses were located inside the venue. Those who refused to obey were handcuffed and put on the prison buses. When they were full, they would be sent to the detention center.
In view of the problems exposed at the last Los Angeles trade show, the Stark Group bought an abandoned factory in Nassau County a month ago and converted it into a detention center, which was then handed over to the state government for management.
In this recently completed detention center, 5,000 stainless steel beds are waiting for troublemakers at the expo to move in.
If necessary, we can add some temporary beds here and accommodate 8,000 people.
If you have money, you can do whatever you want.
Anyway, there is no need for any court trial in the detention center. Those who are caught causing the accident can be sent in to calm down for 24 hours. This is the power of the police.
Those who are still not calm after being released can try to go in a few more times and then wait to be officially imprisoned.
NYPD also dispatched some police officers and a large number of auxiliary police to maintain order.
You don't have to worry about salary. The Stark Group has given you money and donated a large sum of money to the NYPD.
If they don't do anything, the countdown to the dismissal of the NYPD's top commissioner and second-in-command, the police chief, will begin.
So there were a lot of small troubles in the venue, but they were all resolved quickly, including the most complicated individual stalls, which were all very smooth.
However, the inventions and products of these individual entrepreneurs are not completely nonsense.
It should be said that they do have certain technical skills in order to pass the review of the management committee and enter the market.
But it is common for technical geeks who come to attract investment to talk nonsense.
For example, they hype up some of their own new energy technologies. Just by listening to the introduction, you would think that Tony Stark's Ark Reactor is becoming outdated, but the fact is that they still have to promote their products at the exhibition held by Tony.
Therefore, Luke and his companions would take a walk after dinner to digest their food and would visit the stalls of individual business owners.
Today, I saw an acquaintance while walking.
A small figure was standing in front of a stall, drooling over a somewhat bulky individual flying vehicle.
Luke walked over, held down the head of a girl with twin ponytails, and rubbed it a few times before the girl could react: "Why are you alone? Where's your dad?"
The little girl with twin ponytails turned her head and saw Luke, and immediately smiled: "Ah, Luke, you are here too..."
As she said this, her petite body jumped up happily and hugged Luke... A dog head at his feet: "Ah, Meidao, you are here too? Do you miss me?"
Gold Nugget was too lazy to deal with the little girl, so he let Dollar, who loved children, take control of the body. He wagged his tail at the little thing and licked the little face with his big tongue.
Humph, you lick my dog! You are destined to have nothing! A dog head disdainfully complained about the idiot who shared his body.
After playing with the dog for a while, Luke finally spoke up, "You're not here alone, are you, Mindy?"
Although Mindy can fight better than most men here, it would be a bit reckless of Damon to let her wander around here alone.
Mindy hugged the dog's head and pressed her face against the comfortable long fur: "Daddy is over there."
Luke looked in the direction of her mouth and saw Damon sitting in a booth, talking to another man.
He was a little surprised: "Isn't your father painting? Why is he selling products again?"
Mindy: “No, the stall owner is his friend, he was just there chatting.”
"Then let's go over and say hello." Luke said, walking over.
Mindy reluctantly let go of US Dollar's big dog head and followed it closely.
Walking up to the stall and looking at the small things on the stall, Luke smiled at the middle-aged white stall owner and called out, "Damon, you're not here to sell paintings, are you?"
Damon burst out laughing. "I was just looking around and happened to run into my friend. Oh, let me introduce you. This is Luke and this is Bent."
Luke reached out his hand and shook hands with Bent. He picked up a manual on the table and glanced at it. He then looked at the device on the table that looked like a walkie-talkie. He looked at Bent with a strange expression and said, "How does your device work?"
Bent looked a little nervous and stood up: "Very good, I promise."
Luke couldn't help but look at the instructions again - sick stick, releases strong pulses, causing physical discomfort. There are multiple modes to choose from, mode 1 gastrointestinal, mode 2...
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can I try it?"
Bent was stunned, but Damon subconsciously stopped him: "NO!"
Seeing Luke's gaze, he quickly said, "This thing is a bit... strong. It's best not to use it here."
Damon knew Detective Luke's identity.
If this guy mistook this sick stick for an ordinary electric baton and used it on some troublemaker here, it would be a lot of fun.