"Did it go smoothly?"
The two engineers forced out lukewarm smiles.
"It was okay, yeah, pretty smooth overall.
"But… uh… this signal transmitter of yours, the signal isn't exactly strong."
Su Yaoyao gave an awkward smile.
This signal transmitter really was pretty mediocre.
After all, the pigeon-factory project didn't have priority, so they couldn't get support from any of the Immortal Committee's internal institutes.
On top of that, they were spending someone else's pharmaceutical budget, so they had to pinch every penny.
They also had to rush to show results, working overtime, cramming the schedule…
All those factors stacked together, and this signal transmitter really was pretty mediocre.
The dozen or so pigeons on the other side of the table couldn't fully understand human speech, but they were quite spiritual.
