This little speaker had a tiny three-dimensional projector, could play an MV, and only needed a few batteries to run on its own.
Gao Huating’s plan was simple.
Use the market-towns to spread these rare items.
Once her teammates saw them, they’d know she’d awakened over by the Sea Eye and would naturally come looking!
She acted at once.
This decisive streak came from the good upbringing she learned from her teacher.
Gao Huating dragged out a wooden guitar, took out paper and pen, and in one of Earth’s Golden Age languages quickly wrote a catchy, slightly brainwashing little ditty.
Then she set up a camera, pointed it at herself from the neck down — wearing an immortal skirt, hugging the guitar — and recorded over and over for half an hour until she was satisfied.
After that she called Gui He.
“Sister He,” Gao Huating said with a straight face, “you find a way to spread these around the market-towns. Drop some here and there, or put a few in a magic-treasure shop that hasn’t seen this sort of thing — sell them as little trinkets. Remember, sell and run. I’ll follow you in secret. Don’t linger in any one place too long.”
Gui He half-understood but still took the pouch Gao Huating handed over.
Inside it were neatly arranged dozens of square speakers.