After two days, Selena has already called the behavior of looking at individual booths as watching the excitement.
Many people came to participate in the Stark Industry Expo, including top experts, scholars, technicians and so on from all over the world.
These people will basically not appear on the self-employed side, but many low- and middle-level related personnel have similar ideas to Luke and come here to hang out.
Coupled with some quite professional enthusiasts, the self-employed stalls are also crowded here.
Compared with the reservedness and arrogance of those top bosses, the visitors here have less scruples.
Many people are typical technical geeks. As long as it comes to technology, they don't care if it's an individual booth, and they just start spraying.
Can't stand it? If you can't stand it, you close the stall and go home. If you are a man, you have to be tough.
The thinking of most technical nerds is so simple and crude.
What to save face, depends on the occasion, and talking about benefits is what the bosses consider, and they just hate it.
Therefore, various technical tearing beeps are being carried out at the self-employed booth all the time.
What inexplicable super fertilizer gold carat, new energy with amazing conversion ratio, and all kinds of wonderful products modified by individuals, someone may suddenly point out the problem in front of the booth.
In the end, the two sides were in a hurry, and there are many people who simply use physics to persuade.
Luke and the two would not rush forward to stop them, but smiled and saw that both sides were bruised and swollen, and the evidence of the crime was convincing, before they came out to arrest both sides.
The two assigned tasks and stepped forward in turn. The words were basically one sentence: "Are you reconciling in private and promise not to disturb the order of the venue? Or go to the police detention center to calm down for 24 hours?"
Most of the technical geeks naturally misfired at this time.
The beating has been done, the anger has been vented, the evidence is still on the faces of both parties, and it is impossible to deny it.
A small number of them still have a tendon in their necks, so they can only... be sent to the detention center.
Luke is familiar with this matter.
At the last Stark exhibition in Los Angeles, the two sent nearly a hundred people to the police station in a few days.
Don't look at the lack of experience in catching this kind of fight, at most three points each time.
But these fights come on fast and hastily, and there can be several of them in a short while.
The police had already prepared a train. Two buses and prison cars were in the venue. Those who refused to obey were handcuffed to the prison cars and sent to the detention center when they were full.
In view of the problems exposed at the last Los Angeles exhibition, the Stark Group bought an abandoned factory in Nassau County a month ago, transformed it into a detention center, and handed it over to the state government for management.
In this newly completed detention center, 5,000 stainless steel beds are waiting for the rioters in the exposition to move in.
As long as you want, there can be more temporary beds here, and 8,000 people can fit in.
If you have money, you can do whatever you want.
Anyway, the detention center doesn't need any court trials. Those who cause trouble on the spot can be sent to calm down for 24 hours. This is the power of the police.
Those who are still not calm after coming out can try to go in a few more times, and then they can wait to be formally imprisoned.
nypd also sent some police officers and a large number of auxiliary police to maintain order.
There is no need to worry about salary, the Stark Group has given money, and donated a large sum of money to nypd.
If none of this works, then the countdown to NYPD's commissioner and sheriff's departure will start.
Therefore, there were many small troubles in the venue, but they were resolved quickly, including the most complicated individual booths, which were very stable here.
But the inventions and products of these self-employed people are not completely bullshit.
It should be said that they do have a certain degree of technicality in order to pass the review of the management committee and enter the market.
But it is commonplace for tech geeks who come to attract investment to talk about running trains.
For example, they blew their own new energy technology into the sky. Just listening to the introduction, they thought that Tony Stark's Ark reactor was going to be out of date, but the fact is that they still have to sell products at the exhibition held by Tony.
Therefore, Luke and the two of them would go for a walk after a meal to digest food, and they would still come to the self-employed stalls.
Today, while walking, I saw an acquaintance.
A small figure was standing in front of a booth, drooling at a somewhat cumbersome individual aircraft.
Luke walked over, held a small head with two ponytails, and rubbed it a few times before the other party could react: "Why are you alone, where is your father?"
The little head with two ponytails turned around and saw Luke with a smile on his face: "Ah, Luke, you come too..."
Speaking of this, her petite body jumped up happily, and hugged Luke...a certain dog's head at his feet: "Ah, you're here too, Meidao? Do you miss me!"
Jin Nugget couldn't be bothered to deal with this little girl, so he let Mei Dao, who likes children, take control of his body, wagging his head and tail at this little thing, licking that little face with his big tongue.
Humph, lick the dog! Destined to have nothing! A certain dog head disdainfully complained about the idiot who shared his body with him.
After playing with one person and one dog for a while, Luke finally said, "You don't come here alone, do you? Mindy."
Although Mindy could beat most of the men here, Damon was a bit too careful to let her hang around here by herself.
Minty hugged the dog's head, and put her face on the comfortable long fur: "Dad 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 strange: "Isn't your father painting, why is he selling products again?"
Minty: "No, the stall owner is his friend, he's just chatting there."
"Then let's go over and say hello." Luke said, walking forward.
Minty reluctantly let go of Meidao's big dog's head, and followed him step by step.
Walking to the booth, looking at the little things on the booth, Luke smiled at the middle-aged white stall owner, and then greeted, "Damon, you're not here to set up a stall to sell paintings, are you?"
Damon laughed: "I was just looking around, and I just met my friend. Oh, let me introduce, this is Luke, and this is Bent."
Luke reached out his hand to shake that Bent, picked up a manual on the table, glanced at it, then looked at the instrument on the table that looked like a walkie-talkie, and looked at Bent with a strange expression: "Your instrument , how is the effect?"
Ben Te looked a little nervous, and stood up at once: "Very good, I promise."
Luke couldn't help but looked at the introduction of sikstik (sick stick) in the manual again, and released a strong pulse, causing physical discomfort. A variety of modes can be selected, mode 1 stomach, mode 2...
He pondered for a moment and asked, "Can I try?"
Bent was stunned, but Damon subconsciously stopped: "No!"
Seeing Luke's gaze, he quickly said, "This thing is a bit... strong, so it's best not to use it here."
Damon knew the identity of Detective Luke.
If this guy treats this sick stick as an ordinary electric baton and fires it to some troublemaker here, it will be a lot of fun.