"…Yes, Miss, it's the Red Hare, OVER."
"Great, it's just like the Red Hare wielding the Guandao axe!"
Ban Xia lifted the homemade Yagi Antenna high in the air, fashioned from a slender wooden stick and ten clothes hangers; not too heavy, but still a strain on the back and waist after holding it for a while. Section Chief Wang wanted it to be used for the long-term accurate and swift tracking of satellites. Doing this manually was impractical; at the very least, an equatorial instrument was needed — naturally, making Ban Xia handcraft an equatorial device was out of the question. The only sensible solution was to hang the relay satellite thirty-six thousand kilometers above Nanjing City.
"How does this antenna work?"
"Tie it to the walkie-talkie, Miss," Bai Yang explained. "The satellite operates on the UV band; its downlink frequency is 430MHZ, and the 725 can't receive this frequency. Thus you must use the walkie-talkie to receive it, OVER."
"Just with this walkie-talkie?"
