The next day.
When Bai Yang finished his day's lessons and returned home, he saw the mobile radio monitoring van parked downstairs.
The white seven-seater van, topped with a large dish, was commonly seen at college entrance examination sites to ordinary people, and Bai Yang knew without guessing whose van it was. He couldn't help but click his tongue; Uncle Wang was really pulling out all the stops.
Upon arriving home, Wang Ning, Zhao Bowen, and his dad were all crammed into his room, with Wang Ning wearing headphones and adjusting the Icom725, while Zhao Bowen and his dad stood by and watched.
"What's the SWR?"
"SWR is 1.3."
"Well, that's not a problem. I thought it was an impedance mismatch and all the energy was being reflected back."
"Nonsense, I'm using an automatic antenna tuner. Look, the tuner's indicator light is green, so there's no problem."
