On behalf of 3A, Qin Luo transferred ten thousand points as a cash gift, leaving the couple so flustered they did not know what to do. They waved their hands over and over, saying there was no need, that it was far too much.
Liu Chunhui said, "We couldn't possibly accept this! It's already an honor just to have you here!"
Zhao Gang rubbed his hands nervously too. "Right, exactly! I'll send it back to you."
As he spoke, he moved to open his phone.
Qin Luo held his hand down and said, "Keep it, keep it. Our teammates have huge appetites. We don't want to give you a shock."
Then he glanced at Zhao Gang's phone and asked curiously, "Isn't the signal at Headquarters terrible? Your phones work now?"
Zhao Gang smiled sheepishly at the question. "They only started working recently. The Artisan Department opened a phone modification factory. Now phones don't need charging. They install a Power Stone Chip, and you can send texts. The messages are delayed, but it's still much more convenient than writing letters by hand."
Making calls came down to luck. About eighty percent of the time, they would not connect at all.
But every phone had an emergency SOS button that could connect directly to the police station, because it rapidly transmitted an emergency signal frequency.
The police would use it to pinpoint the coordinates and dispatch officers immediately.
Liu Chunhui said loudly, "Just having them is good enough! We can even send you texts now. The first time we messaged you before, we had to borrow a Wristband and a tablet from someone on the Combat Team! Personally, I don't think having such convenient internet before was all that good either. Those kids were practically staring themselves blind!"
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