Chapter 117: Fame and Fortune (First Update Congratulating Master He Meng Ziyan)
Bentley, upon hearing the words, had a slight change in his expression, "How come I didn’t know that his reputation has become so prominent?"
The person opposite replied, "Mainly because someone recognized him... I can’t say who specifically, but just one visit costs five hundred silver coins."
Bentley thought for a moment and spoke solemnly, "You said it’s been checked from multiple sides, how many verification documents can you produce? I need to see them for myself."
"Three," this person was quite clever, actually taking out three verification documents directly.
Bentley was indeed a bit surprised. In his mind, this was very likely a conspiracy against Qu Jianlei.
Who would have thought, the other party actually produced the verification documents, all with the inspectors’ handwritten signatures, not to mention the fingerprints!
He observed carefully for a while and, confirming the documents weren’t forged, could only express his stance.
"I will inform Jian Lei, but whether he wants to go or not is not up to me."
Qu Jianlei, upon hearing about it, also found it a bit strange, "Actually, it’s just right for you to go."
Old Ben is half a Maintenance Master and also has the Electromagnetic Attribute, so testing the foundation is quite suitable.
"I volunteered too," Bentley was a bit disinterested, "It’s a pity there’s no way, they only recognize you."
"Then you go first, and I’ll go later, just show up and leave," Qu Jianlei made his decision.
"Is it appropriate?" Bentley spoke seriously, "I always suspect there might be a trap."
"If there is, there is," Qu Jianlei expressionlessly stated, "If someone is plotting, hiding is not the solution."
To be honest, he was really a bit annoyed. Wasn’t even a few days of normal life before someone tried to stir trouble?
After experiencing too much wandering and instability, he realized how precious the current peace was.
Flower Scorpion also snorted, "We’ve been sitting idle while someone foolishly delivers right to us, just in time to make up the deficit!"
Qu Jianlei has been taking on external work lately but merely breaking even with the expenses.
It’s no exaggeration, just Bentley alone, consuming B-level Crystals to attempt cultivation, and buying expensive healing medicine.
Bentley saw that neither of them took it seriously, and for a moment, was filled with boldness, "Alright then, it’s settled, I’ll scout first."
The next day he went to buy medicine and was met by them there, arranging for the following day to conduct the inspection.
On the day of the inspection, Bentley unexpectedly found a Maintenance Master at the construction site, who had even signed the verification document.
He approached to inquire further, and indeed, there was such a matter.
Moreover, the Maintenance Master was quite straightforward, saying that this family invited so many for an assessment just for vanity!
Bentley, of course, wouldn’t naively believe his words but used his own abilities to secretly conduct a round of tests.
He couldn’t detect all abnormalities, but within the scope of his abilities, no anomalies appeared.
That was enough! He took out a handheld device and sent out a designated code.
Bentley arrived early in the morning, while Qu Jianlei didn’t arrive until nearly noon.
Upon seeing the masked man, the host knew it was the so-called "Master Jian Lei" and immediately approached for courteous hospitality.
However, Qu Jianlei exhibited his arrogance—or perhaps a lack of worldly understanding, showing indifference to the host’s enthusiasm.
He didn’t need to intentionally disguise himself, just performed naturally.
His attitude even aroused some dissatisfaction among the onlookers. Check latest chapters at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Someone spoke in a voice that was neither high nor low, "Wearing a mask on such an occasion... Are you too ashamed to show your face?"
Qu Jianlei acted as though he didn’t hear anything, focusing on whether there might be any potential dangers.
Behind the host’s enthusiasm, were there any traps?
The emotions of those passersby were truly uninteresting to him; autumn cicada and defeated hounds each has its own cry, hard to pay attention to.
And this indifferent attitude provoked even more dissatisfaction among the onlookers—this was the utmost contempt.
Qu Jianlei spent less than ten minutes on the construction site and just greeted the host, saying there’s no problem, and he was leaving.
It was already meal time; the host was really a bit dumbfounded, "I should at least treat you to a meal, right?"
Qu Jianlei acted as if he didn’t hear and walked away by himself.
"What the hell is this?" Someone couldn’t help but shout, "Does he even know who he’s talking to?"
Bentley remained silent—he wouldn’t care about the words and actions of ants, he was genuinely curious about how the host would answer that question.
The host quickly waved his hand, "No, this one even dared to scold Franco..."
The person who had just shouted was instantly stunned, "Is it the... one who had the travel expenses refunded?"
The matter of refunding the travel expenses wasn’t something spread by Qu Jianlei, but was actively publicized by Franco.
When you promote it yourself, it’s called a fun tale; if others spread it, it’s called a scandal.
No matter what, the three of them were ready for a battle but later found out... they just made five hundred like that!
Three days later, someone else sought out Bentley, also wanting to test their new airflow system at home.
This system was really expensive, costly to use, but no matter... there really were people buying it.
This individual’s boss runs a casino, operating a high-end establishment; the place couldn’t be smoky and needed to be spring-like all year round.
The casino’s airflow system is even more advanced than the Gold Industry Center’s.
They heard that the system on the Gold Industry side detected a bunch of issues, very accurately, and importantly, it was cheap. This made them fascinated.
"No problem," Bentley replied very straightforwardly, "Travel expenses are three hundred, thirty per fault."
This person was a bit taken aback, "Wasn’t it... two hundred and twenty?"
"That was when building reputation," Bentley answered as a matter of course, "Now it’s not expensive either, and it’ll rise in the future."