"Boss, I have something good for you."
Just as he was about to start working, Zhuo Qianqian ran over, holding a rectangular box in her arms.
"Hurry up and open it, you'll definitely like it."
Saying this, she looked at Wang Fan with anticipation.
Wang Fan took the box, estimating it to weigh about seven or eight pounds, quite heavy-handed.
"What is this? Is it a signboard?"
As he spoke, he opened the clasps on the box and took out a black object about 80 centimeters long and 50 centimeters wide, resembling an old-fashioned electronic wall calendar.
"What is this?"
Zhuo Qianqian pointed to the button on the lower right corner: "Try turning it on."
Wang Fan clicked the button, and the originally pitch-black screen lit up, followed by the image of a cute little cartoon girl appearing on the screen.
Wang Fan examined it carefully, and the little girl looked like a miniature version of Zhuo Qianqian.
