Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over, looked at the form, and confirmed that it was correct.

He turned to Zhu Yuanzhang behind him, who seemed to be still thinking about something, and smiled.

"Old Zhu, your long-awaited treasure has arrived!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's thoughts were immediately pulled back, and his eyes lit up when he heard Chen Mo's words.

"It's here? Our treasure has arrived?"

After saying that, his sharp eyes instantly focused on the box.

"That's right!"

Chen Mo found some scissors and deftly cut the tape.

Inside were neatly stacked, unopened boxes of small cameras.

He then opened another, larger box, which contained rows of military-green walkie-talkies.

Zhu Di strode over in one step, picked up a walkie-talkie, weighed it in his hand, and stroked the cold plastic casing and metal antenna, looking somewhat puzzled.

"What is this?"

He wasn't there when we ordered the walkie-talkies, so he had no idea what they were for.

"This is a walkie-talkie, it allows for remote communication."

Chen Mo pondered for a moment.

"In theory, in an unobstructed open area, there shouldn't be much of a problem within a few kilometers to a dozen kilometers."

"Wait for the signal tower... wait until conditions are right, and the distance can be even greater."

Chen Mo picked up a walkie-talkie and began unpacking and installing the batteries.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di was immediately astonished and began to examine his walkie-talkie closely.

On the other hand, Zhu Yuanzhang was more concerned about the cameras than the walkie-talkies.

He picked up a pinhole camera, examined it closely, and looked suspicious.

"Can this thing really spy on people? It can even see clearly at night?"

"It has infrared night vision function, so you can definitely see clearly at night."

Chen Mo answered while adjusting the walkie-talkie.

"But Lao Zhu, there are specific rules for how to use this thing. The installation location and the battery must be set up properly, otherwise it's just a pile of scrap metal."

"I'll teach you how to use it later."

Zhu Biao also stepped forward, picked up a walkie-talkie, and imitated Chen Mo's mannerisms.

Just then, the walkie-talkie in Chen Mo's hand suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

He handed the walkie-talkie to Zhu Biao, and then picked up the one Zhu Biao had half-packed and finished it himself.

Then, he pressed a button.

"...Test, test, Number One, please respond..."

The sudden sound from his hand almost startled Zhu Biao so much that he threw the walkie-talkie away.

On the other side, Zhu Yuanzhang's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the camera.

He looked up at the walkie-talkie, a look of curiosity flashing across his face.

Chen Mo chuckled as he looked at Lao Zhu and handed him the walkie-talkie.

"Old Zhu, want to give it a try? Just press this red button and talk to it here."

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't suppress his curiosity. He took the walkie-talkie and, imitating Chen Mo, pressed the call button.

Then, he took a deep breath and shouted into the walkie-talkie in his signature loud voice with a Fengyang accent.

"Hey?! Can you hear me?!"

The sound was amplified through the walkie-talkie and echoed clearly in the hotel lobby.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Di felt an irresistible urge and walked to Zhu Biao's side, flattering him.

"Big brother, can I try it?"

Zhu Biao handed him the walkie-talkie.

He cleared his throat, glanced at Old Zhu, and ran outside.

"Let's go out and give it a try!"

After saying that, he couldn't wait to run outside the hotel.

Not long after, Zhu Di's voice came through the walkie-talkie in Old Zhu's hand.

"Hey! Old man! Can you hear me?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di, who was some distance away from him outside the door, and couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

He looked at the walkie-talkie, his face burning with excitement.

I was wondering if this thing was really that useful.

I never expected it to be so useful!

Just as Zhu Yuanzhang was feeling curious, Zhu Di's voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

"Old man! I am the Yongle Emperor!!! Show me some respect from now on, you hear me?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: ? ? ?

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhu Di, only to find that Zhu Di had already disappeared from sight.

"That little brat!"

Old Zhu immediately cursed.

However, the next second...

"Old man, I bet you'll call me a little brat! But have you ever considered that if I'm a little brat, then aren't you an old brat too?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: ╰(‵□′)╯

Zhu Yuanzhang neither spoke nor got angry; he simply smiled.

He looked at Chen Mo.

"We'll take the goods first, and then order another five hundred walkie-talkies for us!"

Zhu Yuanzhang paused.

"Also, I'll have someone deliver the money later!"

"Thank you for your help these past few times!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced outside the door and handed the walkie-talkie in his hand to Chen Mo.

"Give this to the fourth brother when he comes back later! Tell him to keep it safe!"

"Keep this safe!"

Zhu Yuanzhang repeated it again.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao opened his mouth as if to say something, but was stopped by a glance from Old Zhu.

Chen Mo nodded and watched Zhu Yuanzhang leave the inn.

After a long while, Zhu Di finally poked his head out of the door. He cautiously scanned the entire hotel courtyard before his gaze fell on Chen Mo and Zhu Biao.

"Has the old man left?"

"I'm gone."

"What did the old man say before he left?"

Zhu Di asked curiously.

Chen Mo handed him the walkie-talkie.

"It's nothing, just telling you to keep these walkie-talkies safe!"

"Keep it safe!"

Zhu Di found this rather strange.

"That's not right! The old man isn't like that!"

However, the next second, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Oh no! The old man's trying to mess with me!"

……

Meanwhile, Zhu Yuanzhang returned to the Ming Dynasty.

"Guards! Send men to Yan! Tell the King of Yan to get his ass here!"

……

Meanwhile, at the Time Hotel, Zhu Di's expression changed several times, eventually turning as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"Damn it! How could I have forgotten that I still had a place with that old man!"

Zhu Di cursed angrily, then turned his gaze to Chen Mo and the pile of walkie-talkies behind him, his eyes immediately turning fiery.

"Young shopkeeper...can we discuss something?"

Zhu Di walked to Chen Mo's side, put his hand on Chen Mo's shoulder, and rubbed his fingers together.

"Look at all these walkie-talkies, could you sell me a few?"

Zhu Di glanced at the boxes of walkie-talkies behind him and spoke again.

"I'd take it all, no problem! Except for my dad's share!"

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