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Anyway, this time the sanctions from America against Ark Technology seem quite amusing.
If the betrayal from the American people's justice left America embarrassed, then the unanimous approval from 36 countries allowing the Patriot Phone and Patriot One to be sold normally is like a direct slap in the face!
That slap hurts a lot!
Before the encirclement could be formed, the other side had already established a common interest circle.
At this point, it can be said that they tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing rice!
Regardless of the external chaos, Ark Technology's products are selling like hotcakes in China!
Especially the newly launched Patriot Children's Phone, which was initially looked down upon. Many online influencers and professional critics poured dirt on it, accusing it of being a 'money-grabbing scheme' with a decline in conscience.
"Children's phone?"
"Isn't that unnecessary? The radiation from phones is serious; I don't want my child carrying a radiation source at such a young age..."
"Does anyone know what the difference is between the Patriot Children's Phone and the Patriot Phone? Why is it so much more expensive?"
"Hmph, this children's phone is just an IQ tax; only those with too much money to spend would buy this for their kids!"
"Exactly, does a child really need such a phone? Isn't that just wasting money? With that extra money, you might as well buy your child a few new outfits..."
However, the reversal came so quickly that a news report from Central Mother completely changed many people's perceptions of the Patriot Phone for children. Grandma Qi is a native of Yangcheng, and her community is quite well-located with excellent living facilities. It takes just about ten minutes to walk from her community to the market, and since there are no traffic lights along the way, Grandma Qi treats her daily grocery shopping time as a chance to take a stroll.
She pushes her grandchild in a stroller, occasionally making funny faces at the child in the car, which makes him giggle uncontrollably. Grandma Qi is very familiar with the route from home to the market; in her words, it’s pitch black and one can't see their hand in front of their face, yet she can navigate it easily. Therefore, she was not overly cautious and chatted casually with the child as she walked toward the market.
Once she turned the corner ahead, she would be able to see the market. However, danger and accidents often strike when people are most relaxed. Suddenly, a man ran out from the alley, pushing Grandma Qi down before reaching into the stroller to grab the child. He immediately dashed across the street and jumped into a gray-black van, speeding away!
Everything happened in an instant—from Grandma Qi being knocked down to the child being snatched away, like a flash of lightning crossing her mind.
She was hit hard, completely disoriented! Instinctively, she began to wail and rushed towards the van that had already started its engine. "Help! They are stealing my child! Please give my child back to me!"
However, it was utterly unrealistic for her two legs to outrun the four wheels of a vehicle. "Ah! Give me back my child!"
Nanny Qi, who was already 57 years old, had a head full of gray hair that looked particularly dull under the sunlight. The child had been lost right before her eyes; how could she explain this to her son and daughter-in-law?
Her appearance was quite tragic, but she still retained some rationality and hurriedly grabbed a traffic police officer, shouting for help. "Human traffickers are truly rampant these days!" the officer said, his expression changing.
After understanding the situation, the officer decisively contacted the police station to report the case. While public safety was generally stable, it often wasn't as 'safe' as one might imagine. If one let their guard down, criminals would seize the opportunity, bringing danger along with them.
At the police station, Grandma Qi, being elderly and having experienced both physical and emotional turmoil that day, was trembling and held onto a Police Officer's hand with a voice full of tears: "Please, please help me find my grandson..."
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