Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"I have to trouble the elder sister inside to hurry up, it's really urgent." While Yang Rui was filling out the form, the tip of the pen under his hand almost flew out.

It is also the fact that I write enough words every day. In the era of popularization of computers, it takes more than a minute to write so many words.

Wu Qian didn't understand, but she didn't understand, but seeing Yang Rui's expression and tone, she said, "Then you just write out the content of the telegram, and you don't need to fill in the rest. I will fill it up later."

The telegram list in the 1980s is similar to the express delivery list of later generations. Except for the content box inside, the name and unit of both parties, mailing address, etc. are unavoidable, because domestic telegrams are also mailed, and the post office that receives the telegram will send it as an expedited one. In this way, the postman is dispatched to deliver the telegram to the recipient's work or home on the same day.

It took a lot of time to fill in these things, Wu Qian asked Yang Rui to fill them up later, saving him a lot of time.

Yang Rui nodded again and again, corrected the scribbled handwriting a little bit, and handed it to Wu Qian.

Wu Qian quickly went inside and handed it to the elder sister who sent the telegram, asking her to copy the address before and send the telegram.

After being teased, Wu Qian stuck out her tongue and said to Yang Rui, "Don't be in a hurry, what you wrote just now seems to be flying up, here, wipe your hands, it's stained with ink."

She said and handed Yang Rui a rag, now there is no such thing as paper, the ink is not easy to wash off, and a handkerchief cannot be used.

Yang Rui wiped it carelessly on the rag, glanced at his watch by the way, and said, "The British are waiting in the conference room, seeing that they are late, so don't worry."

"British?" Wu Qian asked in surprise, "A foreigner from the Western Union factory?"

Yang Rui didn't know how a few big foreigners became people from the Western Union factory, so he nodded.

Wu Qian said "Yeah" and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier, this is not related to diplomacy."

Yang Rui thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "It doesn't count."

"Didn't you say that there are British people waiting for you in the meeting room?"

"Yes."

"Are you really British, are you British?" Wu Qian asked with wide eyes.

Yang Rui laughed: "Of course they are really British."

"That's a diplomatic matter. Premier Zhou said that diplomacy is nothing small. Just wait. I'll report to Director Wang..." Wu Qian turned and left.

"Prime Minister Zhou is..." Yang Rui thought for a while before realizing who Wu Qian was talking about, so he could only shout in vain: "There is no need to look for the director."

A minute later, Director Wang, Wang Guohua's father, ran down, looked around, and asked, "Where are the British?"

"What British people?" Thinking of the misunderstanding, Yang Rui quickly explained: "There are no British people, hey, nothing happened, I just sent a few telegrams."

"It's because of the British." Wu Qian who came down from behind explained.

Director Wang solemnly nodded: "Understood, ensuring diplomatic work is the focus of our post and telecommunications office. As long as it is because of diplomatic work, we should do our best to guarantee it. Xiao Wu, go and close the door and put up a sign. Our office is doing our best now. Diplomatic service."

Yang Rui watched Wu Qian begin to close the door and release the shutters, explaining dumbfoundingly: "It really has nothing to do with diplomacy, this is a commercial activity of a private company, not diplomacy."

"Yang Rui said that there are British people waiting for him in the conference room." Wu Qian called out at the door.

"Is there an Englishman waiting for you in the conference room?" Director Wang asked Yang Rui to confirm the nature.

Yang Rui nodded helplessly.

"Anything involving foreigners must be diplomatic work." Director Wang was very excited after confirming it, and shouted: "Close the door, we will do our best to guarantee diplomacy today."

There were originally two letter senders in the post office. When Director Wang shouted, they were also happy to say, "Diplomatic affairs are no small matter. It should be done."

The two of them reopened the door in the afternoon after asking clearly, and the letter was not sent, so they turned around to make room and left.

Yang Rui was dumbfounded, and before he could stop him, he was locked in the post office.

"I'm in a hurry, what are you going to do if you lock me in?" Yang Rui yelled hastily.

"There is a back door." Sister Li, who was mad at the post office, also yelled.

Yang Rui suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the post office was so warm.

Kind of like... a command post in battle?

I saw Director Wang guarding the counter in a high-spirited manner, and several members behind the counter were sitting upright, with focused and focused eyes.

In the communication and telegraph room inside, the sound of crackling telegrams seemed to become more rhythmic.

"If you have any request, you can just ask." Director Wang faced Yang Rui proudly, as if he was a general calling for a battle.

Such a heroic atmosphere unconsciously infected Yang Rui.

After a brief silence, Yang Rui said, "Connect me to the Western Union factory."

"Connect to the Western Union Factory." Director Wang shouted like a general on a destroyer, as if he was ordering a lightning strike on the enemy ship.

Sister Li also put away her idle appearance, picked up the phone, and repeated loudly: "Connect to Western Union Factory."

"Connect to Western Union Factory." The operator inside repeated while working. It looked like a torpedo operator, who was deciding when to release the torpedo and let the destroyer risking his life out of the death lane.

After a while, the operator stood up, handed out the receiver, and said, "Comrade Yang Rui, the call has been connected."

"Look for Franky." Yang Rui didn't feel embarrassed to go directly to get the microphone.

And he soon regretted it.

As soon as the operator heard that it was a foreigner's name, he immediately stood at attention, eager to salute and say: "Please find Mr. Franky, this is Yang Rui calling, greetings from the post office of Xibao Town. Repeat, please find Mr. Mr. Franky, this is Yang Rui calling, greetings from the post office in Xibao Town!"

The person on the other side was probably confused, and asked, "What?"

The operator then said "repeat it" again.

Yang Rui sighed a long time, answered the phone, and said, "Look for Mr. Franky, just tell me I have something to say. I, Yang Rui..."

"Oh... oh." The person on the other side finally knew what was going on, and hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, I will transfer... this... I will transfer, please wait a moment, Mr. Yang Rui. Repeat, I will transfer, Please wait a moment, Mr. Yang Rui..."

Yang Rui patted his forehead, but there was nothing he could do.

The phone calls in the county were very fast, and Franky's "" sound came from the receiver very quickly.

Yang Rui replied, and said with a smile: "Mr. Franky, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back now, but it should be the same if we talk on the phone."

"certainly."

"Based on the standard discussed earlier."

"certainly."

"I'll check it again..." Yang Rui said casually, and finally waited for the telegram handed over from inside.

At this moment, the post office was quiet, and everyone stared with bated breath, as if they were hiding in a submarine and avoiding the enemy's sonar.

Yang Rui quickly opened the folded translation, only to see three brief paragraphs inside:

Dalbeco considered original technology.

Dalbeco praised the originality and its value.

For details of the testimony, please see below.

"What's next?" Yang Rui wanted to bite someone anxiously.

"The following is still being written... No, it's already being passed on..." The operator panicked and pointed to the inside.

The sound of ticking telegrams is dense and orderly.

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