"What does this mean, what does this mean, has the radio broadcaster drunk too much mare's milk?" The fat guy's eyes scanned the crowd, "Or is it I who have had too much mare's milk and my ears are a bit faulty, huh? I didn't catch any of the main mission announced just now, how is that for friendship?"
The fat guy shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and spoke in a Xinjiang-accented Mandarin.
Clearly, this was jest, as it wasn't a matter of not paying attention or not listening carefully that made them miss the broadcast. The broadcast, rather than speaking by your ear like a Lama, communicated directly with your heart, so there wasn't a question of clarity.
"Was the broadcast signal blocked?" Gyatso asked, noticing that during the last mission announcement, there seemed to be a weak signal causing the voice to come through unclearly.
