One look and you could tell it was custom-made, not some ordinary item available on the market.
The man picked up the satellite phone, deftly unpacked it, and quickly and clearly explained the basic operation, emergency distress frequency, and procedures for routine communication to Yang Qi.
His delivery was clear and concise, highlighting the important details. He had obviously been professionally trained.
"Thank you very much."
Yang Qi listened intently, took the equipment, and thanked him sincerely.
The man nodded. Without lingering, he gave Teacher Song and the others a slight nod of acknowledgment before turning to leave. His movements were crisp and efficient.
"Senior Brother is so thoughtful," Fang Rong sighed, looking at the closed case.
"Okay, with this, Teacher can worry a little less," Xia Xiaomin said with a smile.
Yang Qi packed away the satellite phone and its accessories.
He didn't need it now, but he might in the future.
