The message had just been sent when a flat plate fell out of the copper basin.
The computer screen was lit up, displaying a photo of Qin Yuezhao and Chen Wan'er standing side by side.
The two were clearly not used to having their picture taken, and appeared somewhat awkward and nervous.
Qin Yue Zhao's complexion was still not good; her pale skin lacked any color, her dark circles were heavy, and her hair was dry and yellow.
Chu Xiao silently made up his mind that after he finished dealing with things here, he would go to the mall to buy her some toiletries and skincare products.
Just then, countless jewels of various shapes and colors, gold ingots the size of small fists, gold coins, and porcelain with printed patterns fell to the ground like rain.
In the blink of an eye, these antique porcelains filled almost half of the warehouse.
The porcelain pieces are all top-quality goods, perfectly intact without any chips or cracks.
It seems that Qin Yue Zhao put a lot of thought into this matter.
Once the copper basin stopped dropping objects, Chu Xiao handed his tablet to Qin Yuezhao and then used his mind to teleport the coal ash package to her.
Just as Qin Yue Zhao picked up Chu Xiao's tablet, she saw countless small boxes fall to the ground.
Besides tablets, there were also many things that looked like morning glories.
Chen Wan'er picked up a megaphone, looked it over from head to toe, her face full of curiosity.
"Your Highness, what is this thing? Is it also a tablet computer? It doesn't look like one to me."
Chen Wan'er shook her head.
"I don't know either. The gods only said they would send us flat plates and coal briquettes, but they didn't say anything else."
Just as they were wondering, Chu Xiao's message came again.
"Princess Yue Zhao, I forgot to tell you, besides the hundred tablets, I also bought you three hundred megaphones. The instruction manuals for the megaphones are in the boxes."
Also, is there a user manual?
Qin Yue Zhao opened the box containing the loudspeaker and indeed found a piece of paper covered in tiny, fly-like writing inside.
The first page of the paper had a drawing of an apple with a bite taken out of it, and letters she didn't recognize written on it.
But the second page showed the same trumpet flower as the one in my hand, with the words: Intelligent loudspeaker below.
Simply press the record button on the back of the speaker to record what you want to say, and then press another switch to play what you want to say.
Qin Yue Zhao tried pressing the red button and whispered into the speaker's rear, "Thank you, God. Long live the God."
Then press the black switch next to it.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening horn blared from the front of the flower garden.
"Thank you, gods! Long live the gods!"
"Thank you, gods! Long live the gods!"
"Thank you, gods! Long live the gods!"
Qin Yue Zhao was so startled by the thunderous sound that her hand trembled, and she almost threw the megaphone away.
She couldn't believe that her softest words, barely audible, could amplify her voice to the sound of thunder.
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