"My lord, this is our prototype," a middle-aged man of about forty said respectfully to Tang Hanpei.
Sun Yuan was the director of the Federation Comprehensive Academy's newly established Card Machinery Research Institute. He was also a talent the academy had cultivated itself, so his loyalty was beyond question. And compared with the average academic, he understood the ways of the world much better.
"We've fully mastered the Central Continent Group's technology. This is the first-generation product we developed," Sun Yuan introduced proudly. "This piece of card machinery allows voice communication over a range of a hundred kilometers in the jungle. If we build signal stations, that range can reach seven hundred kilometers. Its performance already far surpasses the Central Continent Group's technology, and it's ready for practical use."
On the table sat a piece of card machinery about half the size of a palm, its green indicator light blinking steadily. Number buttons covered its surface, and during a call, it would project a small light screen in front of the user.
"Good, very good!" Tang Hanpei picked it up, his expression growing increasingly delighted. "What's it called?"
"Please bestow a name upon it, my lord!" Sun Yuan served up this bit of flattery with a respectful expression.
Tang Hanpei considered it. "Then let's call it the [Jungle Pigeon]."
"A brilliant choice, my lord! What a wonderful name! A pigeon of the jungle, carrying messages-simple, clear, and easy to remember." Sun Yuan's face brimmed with admiration and reverence.
Tang Hanpei smiled, unbothered. "Enough, stop flattering me. How are those card machinery experts we invited doing? Any resistance?"
"I really don't know where you found so many outstanding card machinery experts, my lord. They're all highly skilled!" Sun Yuan praised them despite himself, but hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Some