Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 622 - 492: No Room for Willfulness

Ever since Camille announced that their side would abandon the mission, it was clear they had lost, and lost thoroughly.

It's rare for Scavengers to fail a mission, let alone voluntarily give up on it.

Blitz's awakening today will surely become a joke in the industry in the future.

Yet, it has come to this, and Camille won't consider public opinion anymore—Scavengers don't engage in meaningless actions.

It's normal for the other side to be dissatisfied with the attitude; when the strong feel offended, they naturally want an explanation.

Camille smiled slightly, "Besides abandoning, we will also show enough sincerity to express our apology."

There's no need to explain why we are apologizing, "Lord Panda, just state your terms."

Having just been slapped twice, now able to calmly demand compensation... honestly, even Qu Jianlei is surprised by this.

These Scavengers truly can't be seen as ordinary superpower warriors—they live too rationally.

They live very self-centered lives when arrogant, but that's not foolishness, they understand that the feelings of small people are not important.

Qu Jianlei, after some thought, spoke, "First, I want financial compensation."

Then he noticed Camille's expression stiffen slightly, but it didn't matter—ugly face or not, you have to pay!

He wasn't sure what resources Scavengers had the most of, but asking for money first couldn't be wrong.

"You approached me, at least you'll snatch my Vortex, my Vortex is an enhanced version, worth thirteen million..."

Camille's face looked increasingly unpleasant.

But Qu Jianlei didn't care, he continued on his own, "Ten times compensation isn't excessive, right? Just 130 million."

"Excessive!" Camille exclaimed without hesitation, her voice loud and seemingly about to blow up, "This is extortion!"

"Extortion?" Qu Jianlei frowned slightly, "Watch your words, I don't want a next time."

"So robbing and killing is reasonable for you, but my demand for compensation is extortion... isn't a tenfold compensation normal?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I was impulsive," Camille apologized very straightforwardly.

However, she directly stated next, "Compensation for anything else is fine, but financially... we have no money."

"It's not that Blitz has no money, it's all the Scavengers don't have much money, we take jobs everywhere because we're poor."

"Scavengers are poor?" Qu Jianlei's eyes widened, are you kidding me?

"We don't have funding!" Camille replied angrily, "And we have high requirements for professional equipment."

"Don't joke with me," Qu Jianlei sneered, "Just wiping out the Daisis family, you earned a lot."

He didn't believe the Scavengers could be so virtuous with their murderous and arsonist ways.

In truth, he took the blame for the massacre, the other side profited immensely, and he was resentful about it.

"Come on, we have to share with the government!" Camille laughed angrily, "Or why else would they support us?"

Damn, even massacres have profit-sharing... Qu Jianlei felt his worldview was tweaked once more.

But he still had doubts, "Still using the Daisis family as an example, if Hertman doesn't investigate... how would the government know?"

"When they need to know, they naturally will," Camille answered calmly, "If they don't find out immediately, we have to hold on."

Qu Jianlei considered various signal blockades and had to admit it might be true.

However, thinking about the Scavengers' ruthless methods and mysterious actions, yet being financially strained, felt quite surreal to him.

But the reasoning was clear; even if it seemed absurd, the logic had internal consistency.

Qu Jianlei wasn't interested in probing such trivial matters, disdainfully expressed, "Without money, what else do Scavengers have?"

Who are you underestimating? Camille felt greatly insulted hearing this.

She declared without hesitation, "Intelligence, what we're best at is intelligence and... well, you don't need us to solve problems."

"Intelligence," Qu Jianlei nodded, "But for the price of one Vortex, you still have to compensate, right?"

He really didn't want to be so calculative, it was damaging to his image, but large machines were indeed costly, even small money had to be earned, right?

"One Vortex..." Camille could only smile wryly, "I can apply upwards, can you accept that?"

"No," Qu Jianlei replied decisively, "You can't even decide on a million-plus? Are you all that poor?"

He did genuinely want money, but at the same time, he was also testing.

Camille was slightly startled hearing this and, to be honest, she did have considerable say on million-dollar matters.

As for Scavengers being genuinely poor? That's a bit of a joke—being poor or not is relative, depending on who you compare with.

Considering the Scavengers' bustling nature, they wouldn't make little money, but an unfunded organization had to find its own way.

However, with murderous and arsonist ways, even with sharing with the government, Scavengers could still earn well, just with heavy spending.

Camille pondered for a moment, nodded, "I'll try to apply, can't answer you now."

"Not try, but must," Qu Jianlei spoke lightly, with no room for negotiation.

Then he brought up something else, "Regarding intelligence... I want all Bida Freight's intelligence, is there a problem?"

Camille's expression was a bit odd, "Bida Freight's intelligence... are you sure you want to mess with them?"

Qu Jianlei shook his head, "It's not finding fault, but revenge... Am I the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason?"

"Alright, revenge," Camille nodded, "But you know, anyone who can do interstellar freight isn't ordinary."

So what? Qu Jianlei snorted dismissively, "So I should just tolerate it?"

"Since you're determined..." Camille replied in a serious tone, "I'll send you the detailed information tomorrow."

Qu Jianlei nodded, "Besides, you should provide me with information three times for free, can you do that?"

Camille thought for a moment and nodded, "No problem."

Qu Jianlei noticed her strange expression and added, "You mustn't leak the information I want!"

"This... okay," Camille hesitated for a moment, then explained.

"Many of our messages come from other scavengers, keeping them completely confidential isn't easy, we can only try."

So the scavenger system is an independent information platform too? Qu Jianlei snorted lightly.

"Others struggle to get information, but exchanging it between you is perfectly reasonable?"

Camille nodded, "Correct, it's determined by the nature of scavengers."

Qu Jianlei felt uncomfortable hearing this and snorted coldly again, "Keep doing it, no wonder the government doesn't think highly of you."

Camille spread her hands, "Many rules are already customary, it's not like we're intentionally unfriendly."

Qu Jianlei was too lazy to argue with her, "Besides intelligence, what else can you compensate with?"

Camille tilted her head and thought for a moment, "We can help you out once, but limited to A-level."

"An A-level..." Qu Jianlei almost laughed, do I even need you for this?

But thinking about it, sometimes he really isn't in a position to act, having such a promise is better than nothing.

So he nodded, "That's it then, that's about the extent of your abilities."

His words were full of contempt, which made Camille feel a little defiant.

But she controlled her emotions well, "I have a question to ask. Do you really have artificial intelligence?"

Qu Jianlei straightforwardly shook his head, "Whether I have it or not, I won't say, I don't want more news on the scavenger platform."

Camille gloomily pursed her lips, this guy's attitude toward scavengers is really too bad.

She didn't want their relationship to be so terrible, "Just a friendly reminder, the interests involved in the freight company are multifaceted."

"Hmm," Qu Jianlei hummed indifferently, without really responding.

He knew the background of the freight company was surely not simple, but so what?

After waiting for a while, he glanced at Camille, "If there's nothing else, you can go."

Camille's eyes turned, winking at him, "Not inviting me for a drink?"

"No," Qu Jianlei shook his head decisively, "Tomorrow if there's no compensation, I'll kill you, why waste the liquor now?"

Camille was half-choked, glanced at the glass of "poisonous wine" on the table, hesitated for a moment, but still got up and left.

She was really curious if there was poison in the wine, and if so, how did he poison it?

However, Qu Jianlei wouldn't give her that chance—if you knew all my cards, how could I play?

Seeing her leave, Qu Jianlei directly put the glass and the wine into his storage talisman.

Not far away, a waiter maintaining order couldn't help squinting slightly at this scene... Storage Talisman?

Having such a thing still claiming to live day-by-day, really is deceitful.

But if a big shot with a storage talisman encountered an opponent, it surely would be overwhelming.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with a small person like him, he stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

"Sir, the wine glass is gone, it needs compensation..."

Qu Jianlei returned to the academy at two in the morning, openly walking in through the main entrance.

At noon the next day, right after he finished lunch, his watch vibrated, "I've arrived with the Silver Notes."

The person who arrived wasn't Camille, but a man riding a motorcycle wearing a helmet.

The man first handed him an alloy box, then spoke in a deep voice, "About that day, I'm sorry."

Is this Kerry with ice attributes? Qu Jianlei waved dismissively, "Never mind, with compensation, I'll let it go once."

The ice element aura on the rider fluctuated slightly, but he still succinctly stated.

"The information is also in the box, anything else?"

He was indeed a bit defiant of this Panda, but Camille had already emphasized, this guy is definitely not to be messed with.

Kerry trusted her judgment quite a lot.

Moreover, the team was willing to compensate this time after comprehensive consideration.

The reason he was sent to deliver money was to resolve grievances in person, in such a situation, he couldn't act willfully.

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