Wu Genmao's eyes widened in disbelief at what he saw and heard, and he said, "Such a little thing can make calls, play music, and even take pictures..."
Is this a joke? How can such a small machine hold so much? Wu Genmao couldn't make sense of it. He glanced at the executives present, but none responded to him.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on this miniature phone, as if watching a magic show, with a bemused look but eyes full of anticipation.
For them, this was simply unimaginable. Having not lived through a high-tech era, they couldn't conceive of it out of thin air.
Without the support of advanced technology, they naturally couldn't foresee such distant things. They had never heard of such a mini phone, let alone seen one.
A certain deputy nonchalantly explained, "Of course it can! This is a trial phone, and now, let's demonstrate its functions one by one!"
Small stature, great intelligence—this phone is a perfect example.
