"Walkie-talkie? Quickly, Brother Zhao, let me take a look. I get these things."
Wu Lue ran up to Zhao Dezhu excitedly.
Zhao Dezhu handed a walkie-talkie to Wu Lue, skeptically saying, "Little Brother said you only know how to look at spearheads, and you understand these too?"
Suddenly, Wu Lue's face turned bright red, with a peculiar expression as he glanced at Zhang Su, seemingly saying, "How can you spread such a refined hobby everywhere?"
He quickly took the walkie-talkie and looked at it seriously, "This Rice brand walkie-talkie is nothing special, with only 5W of transmission power and a communication range of only five kilometers. It's rather average. If there's an upside, it's the battery life; once fully charged, it can standby for ten days to half a month, and continuous use can last over ten hours!"
Zhao Dezhu looked at Wu Lue in surprise, not expecting him to really know a thing or two.
