He nodded, "You’re no spring chicken anymore... The key is that my cultivation system might not suit you."
Of course I know that. Bentley nodded without hesitation. I’ve never heard of your cultivation system in Central City.
"Anyway, just help me as much as you can. I’m helping you without discussing any compensation."
"I’m different," Qu Jianlei said seriously, "My knowledge system is extremely valuable."
"I understand," Bentley nodded.
He was well aware of this fact. The knowledge system he mastered was indeed very rare in the Gathering Area.
But compared to the knowledge the other person possessed, which few had heard of in the entire Gathering Area, it was precious beyond measure.
At least the things he knew were known by more than ten thousand people in Central City.
He straightforwardly stated, "I can pay the difference until you’re satisfied... Do you have any B-level crystals?"
Mutant crystals are really hard to obtain. They require influence and luck, not related to the knowledge system.
"There’s only one left," Qu Jianlei took out that crystal and earnestly said, "The others are all A-level."
"The others... are all A-level?" Bentley’s mouth twitched, "How many?"
"Two and a half," Qu Jianlei essentially dislikes bragging. Why not just say what you can do?
If you brag and it blows up, you have to bear the consequences, and it’s socially embarrassing.
"That’s quite impressive," Bentley said expressionlessly, "I only have nine A-level crystals in total."
Do you even know how to use the word "only"? Qu Jianlei nodded, "What about B-level?"
"Only thirty-two," Bentley spread his hands, expressing helplessness, "I used quite a few."
"Damn..." Qu Jianlei couldn’t help but mutter, "’Only’ thirty-two? Your family’s well-off."
"I’ll give you ten," Bentley replied without hesitation, "to count as the difference."
"I’ll buy them at a high price," Qu Jianlei wouldn’t make any promises, "I can try my best to help you, but I don’t guarantee the results."
Bentley also had no intention of arguing about these things, thinking that resources should be used for the team, not needing to distinguish so clearly.
He wasn’t stingy in the first place, and he’s been accumulating resources because they need to be used at times like these, right?
"Is your cultivation method convenient for me to take a look?"
"Not really convenient," Qu Jianlei answered solemnly, "You show me your method, and I’ll see if I can help you improve it."
"You... help me improve?" Bentley was more than just skeptical about this.
He’s willing to believe the other person, including directly cultivating using mutant crystals and such claims.
But improving the cultivation method... Can you do that, given your age and understanding ability?
"Trust issues do exist," Qu Jianlei nodded, "But my cultivation method really might not suit you."
Lack of convenience is one obstacle, mismatch is another problem.
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Bentley wasn’t foolish at all. He understood the world well, and after thinking for a moment, he simply nodded.
"Alright, anyway, I never planned to keep my method from you... and I still need to give you special training."
Then he turned around and dragged a seemingly worn-out bag from under the table beside him, "This is the cultivation technique I’ve collected."
Qu Jianlei bent down and weighed the bag, asking in astonishment, "So many?"
How many people did this old fellow kill anyway?
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