Qu Jianlei didn’t care about that; no matter how much he said, the other party wouldn’t understand—Wasteland technology isn’t lacking, but unfortunately, all information is screened. "Since you’ve agreed to this basis, let me discuss my plan with you, it’s ..." Previously, he conducted all the calculations and simulations alone because the existence of the small lake was too sensitive to be known by outsiders. People like him, with slightly higher intelligence, were already considered aliens by the world, let alone the small lake? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽 But now Bentley has developed a fear of difficulties, so continuing this way is not appropriate. Qu Jianlei not only wants to help Bentley solve his problems but also wants to pave a way for the Flower Scorpion. Moreover, he himself needs relevant information to supplement his database. When Bentley heard this, he was pleasantly surprised, nodding non-stop, "Yeah, you should have discussed this with me earlier." To be honest, he still had quite a bit of psychological advantage over Qu Jianlei. Although he wasn’t sure if he could defeat the other party, he had finally cultivated his attributes. The other party might have a legacy, but he had enough connections and experience, not falling behind too much. So he always felt that he could offer some suggestions on modifying the cultivation technique. However, Qu Jianlei never mentioned this, and he didn’t dare to force his suggestions. When it comes to his own future, he must be cautious; after all, they’re professionals—does any patient dare to challenge a doctor? Now, Qu Jianlei invites him to diagnose his problem—well, putting it that way may have issues, but it is indeed the truth. He immediately participated enthusiastically and then realized there was really a lot worth discussing. After discussing for a while, he happily accepted the other’s suggestion, "I think the changes have about reached the limit." "Why not give it a try first..." The result of the trial was that the nightmare continued. Except this time, Bentley was personally involved in the plan’s improvement, so he couldn’t complain about anything. The miserable days continued; after another two months, the old man couldn’t endure it anymore, even though he had been involved in the improvements. "Jian Lei, tell me honestly, how many modification plans are left?" Qu Jianlei really couldn’t avoid answering this time, "This... over eighty kinds, perhaps." "Over eighty kinds?" Bentley looked at him suspiciously, "Eighty over... how much more?" Qu Jianlei grew increasingly embarrassed, "Um, about... all the way to a hundred more?" "Speak properly," Bentley looked at him with a dark expression, "exactly how many kinds, I’d like to hear an exact number." "It’s hard to be exact; there will always be temporary solutions emerging, um... over a hundred and eighty kinds, give or take." "Over a hundred and eighty kinds..." Bentley’s face darkened even more, "How many years are you planning to try?" "That depends on how fast you recover," Qu Jianlei answered confidently, "It’d be better if you were younger." "No, it depends on how fast you make money!" Bentley said with a dark face, "Do you know how much I’ve spent on healing?" Qu Jianlei shrugged helplessly, "There’s nothing I can do about that, you know we’re doing something unprecedented." "No, you can help," Bentley looked at him solemnly, "The money is running out too quickly, we can’t just sell off the crystals, can we?" Even for an ultimate warrior like him, acquiring crystals isn’t that easy. When he first met Qu Jianlei, he had thirty-two B-level and nine A-level crystals, which counted as his life savings. Currently, the A-level crystals are still there, but two B-level crystals have already been used. In addition, he gave two more to Qu Jianlei for helping with the simulations; now there are only twenty-eight left. The word "only" seems infuriating, but these things are definitely one less with each use. Obtaining crystals in the Celestial Residence Area is extremely difficult, and the prices are quite high. Including the Flower Scorpion, none of the three are willing to sell their crystals. Qu Jianlei looked at him helplessly, speaking weakly, "Looks like you’ve found me a task." "That’s right," Bentley nodded, "Still your old line of work, mechanical repair will do." The Flower Scorpion couldn’t help but speak up, "Won’t that attract the Sai Family’s people?" "The possibility is unlikely," Bentley answered seriously. "This is the Celestial District, not just any small family has the power to mess around here." The Flower Scorpion shook his head, "That’s not necessarily true; didn’t you also suffer from the Desert District? That was still in Central City." Bentley rolled his eyes helplessly, thinking that he was targeted by the Desert District’s top power. After their withdrawal from the Desert District, they relocated to Central City with a large batch of assets. But explaining this wasn’t meaningful; he replied sulkily. "Sai Family is unlikely to stir up trouble; I didn’t say it clearly because I wasn’t sure if the small probability events would happen." The Flower Scorpion wanted to say more but remembered that this gentleman had been secluded in Zhou Six for over a decade, and it was normal for information to be uninformative. Qu Jianlei asked thoughtfully, "Actually, would they prefer that others don’t know about my abilities?" "That’s right," Bentley nodded, "You’re smart to realize that, even if they could tamper, they wouldn’t dare do it openly." "That’s for the best," Qu Jianlei nodded slightly. He wasn’t particularly worried about the Sai Family’s threat now; as long as they didn’t act together, even if he couldn’t fight, he could at least escape. His bigger concern was, "Repair work... it’s really hard to make money, and it’s labor-intensive, which will delay cultivation." At his level, focusing solely on repairs would no doubt bring plenty of money, and if he took a few apprentices, he’d definitely live like a winner in life.