The group of people hurriedly walked into a local hotel, slapped the money on the counter, and shouted in despair: "Boss! Prepare some rooms for us."
"Okay! Guest!" After seeing the money, the so-called customer service receptionist naturally smiled and said quickly: "Follow me, the guest rooms we have here can be said to be the best in the entire city.
The best yet.”
To be honest, the conditions here are pretty good and it can definitely be considered a good hotel. But they don't know yet that there is already a huge building called the Silver Fox Hotel here.
Compared with the previous hotels, other hotels of this type seemed a bit inferior. But these people obviously didn't come here to enjoy themselves. They just came to take a rest because they had to rush to another place.
"How many more days will it take to get from here to Bunas?" The leader of the elf asked as he followed the hotel receptionist up the stairs.
"Oh, it takes about 20 days to walk from here to Bunas." The receptionist, who was probably 50 years old, replied while recalling.
"I'm talking about speeding up, not transporting goods." The leader of the elf reminded the other party.
The other party quickly revised his calculation: "In that case, sir, it will take you about 6 days to reach Beiling, and another 2 days to reach Bunas."
"Does it still take so long?" The leader of the elf was obviously a little dissatisfied and continued to ask: "Is there a faster way?"
"A faster way? There are some. I heard that you can transfer to a bus when you go to Ice Crystal City in Beiling. From there to Bunas, you can get there in almost a whole day." The old man answered seriously.
However, his answer was a bit difficult to understand in the other party's ears: they didn't understand what a car was, so they didn't know what the other party was talking about.
However, they soon heard the old receptionist who took them upstairs continue to say: "But if you just send news, there may be better options."
"Ah?" The leader of the elf stared at the opponent's back curiously and asked: "Old sir, what exactly is the choice you are talking about?"
"Well, we have a new telegraph office here. If you want to send a message to someone in Bunas, you only need to spend money to send a telegram to the telegraph office, and the other party will receive the message soon.
"
"Soon?" an elf with a sword on his waist asked in confusion.
"Yes, soon, Bunas will receive this message in a few seconds." The old receptionist stopped, looked back at the young attendant, and said.
"So fast?" This time, it was the leader's turn to be a little surprised. He had never heard of cars or telegraphs, but he was full of curiosity about these things.
"Yes, it's that fast, but the price is also very expensive. Sometimes a message costs dozens of gold coins." After the old man finished speaking, he continued to lead these elves who had come from afar towards their room.
He opened the door, looked at the elves who had come all the way and were almost exhausted, and asked: "Here are the famous burgers from Bunas, as well as Bunas pies, Bunas buns,
Bunas salted fish risotto, what do you guys want...?"
"How come they all belong to Bunas?" Another elf frowned. He didn't have a good impression of Bunas at all now.
If it weren't for Bunas's warships lying across the Nanshui Port, they wouldn't have rushed here in such a hurry...
Moreover, according to the news they received when they left, Nanshui Port has been paralyzed, the kingdom's expansion has stalled, the surrounding diplomatic environment has deteriorated extremely, and the situation is already very unoptimistic.
This group of people must rush to Bunas as soon as possible and find a way to get in touch with the Datang Group in Bunas so that the other party can give up the war action of attacking the Yangmu Kingdom as soon as possible and let the Nanshui Port resume operation as soon as possible.
The entire plan included a concession to Bunas and a compensation of 200,000 gold coins to Bunas. The only thing that was not included was any condemnation of Bunas's war against the Yangmu Kingdom.
Rather than saying that this is a negotiation between the Yangmu Kingdom and the Datang Group, it is better to say that the Yangmu Kingdom is begging the Datang Group to let it go and beg for mercy.
Therefore, these elf soldiers who were responsible for escorting the envoys were actually very unfriendly to Bunas. They did not think that the country should compromise. They believed that the fleet should be assembled to attack such an enemy who overestimated his capabilities.
It's a pity... They don't know yet that the fleet they had high hopes for and were about to assemble has now become underwater vehicles.
"Because they taste very good and are popular recently. You don't know, there are too many things related to Bunas recently, and no matter what, as long as it has some connection with Bunas, the price will be higher." The old man hehe
With a smile, he answered the young elf's question.
"Sir!" Regardless of his fatigue from the journey south, the leader of the elf asked: "How are we going to get to that telegraph office and send the telegram to Bunas?"
"I don't know about that." That's all the gossip the old man heard. He didn't have any relatives in Bunas, and he didn't have to think about the word-for-word guarantee sent to Bunas for one gold coin.
After the old man left, the group of people split up and started taking action. The leader of the elf arranged a task for everyone: "You two go and find out all kinds of news about Bunas, and tell everyone about it when you come back."
"You two, go to the casino and bar here. There should be a lot of information there, and try to understand your opponent as much as possible!" After giving his instructions, he looked at the other two people.
Seeing the two people nodding, he looked at his deputy again: "You and I go to the telegraph office and take a look at the situation there to see if it is as magical as the old man said."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay!" As his deputy, the middle-aged elf nodded slightly and agreed. He was a distant relative of the Augustine family, and he has been serving as Marquis Augustine Leibert recently.
The staff came here with the envoy this time to supervise and ensure the interests of the Augustine family.
"Let's go and see...that telegraph office!" The leader of the elf stood up, looked around at everyone, and was the first to walk out of the room.
The front door of this newly opened telegraph office is still very deserted, and there is not much business. After all, the price of one gold coin per word is still too expensive for ordinary people.
It is only prepared for those who really understand the speed of information transmission, and they only make money from the time difference! Therefore, when the elf negotiator walked into this telegraph office, he was shocked by what he saw.
He has never seen... such a way of doing business: each private room, with a maid in a decent dress standing at the door of each room. They are gentle and elegant, and they all call themselves the guests' exclusive secretaries.
They will introduce the telegram sending mode in detail: as long as you have money, you can even write a letter home and send it to a location with a telegraph office.
The delay is almost zero, and the telegraph office also provides many related services. For example, if you are using telegraph for the first time, you can also provide door-to-door letter delivery services.
As long as you are willing to pay for it, even if you want to send a telegram to your family members far away, you can still have the telegram delivered based on your name and address.
The telegraph office even enthusiastically provided customers with a mailing service of small gold coins - because they were afraid that the other party would not have money to call back, the customer could pay the telegram fee for the other party.
In short, the service here is very considerate, and it also makes the elf sitting here a little embarrassed. Because after hearing the rules of use, he had the urge to send a telegram to Tang Mo.
So, he asked the little girl standing in front of him who was smiling but with many freckles on her face: "Well... if, I send a telegram to Mr. Tang Mo of the Datang Group in Bunas,
May I?"
"Of course. But we don't guarantee that Mr. Tang Mo will be able to reply to your telegram, nor do we guarantee that Mr. Tang Mo will be willing to read your telegram." The freckle-faced but cute girl said softly.
The special envoy of Yangmu Kingdom confirmed again: "Are you sure... Mr. Tang Mo will definitely receive this telegram from me."
"If you are talking about the founder of Datang Group, Lord Tang Mo of the Wright Kingdom, then this telegram will definitely be sent to him tomorrow, but we do not guarantee that he will read this telegram, nor do we guarantee that
He will definitely reply to your telegram." The girl continued to explain solemnly.
The elf thought for a while and said, "Then, please write a telegram for me."
"As you wish, you can start. I have received special training, but you need to speak slower so that I can record it more easily." The girl sat on the table, spread out the paper and picked up the pen.
"Dear Mr. Tang Mo, I am Viscount Fitral, the special envoy from the Kingdom of Yangmu, here on behalf of King Yangmu XI..."
"Well, sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but... I still want to remind you. I hope you can make sure that every word spoken here costs one gold coin..." The girl interrupted the elves softly,
Kindly reminded: "Besides, the cost of sending letters is also very expensive."
"..." Several elves were silent. They felt that writing a long letter was indeed... a bit too expensive.
"Why don't you introduce yourself...it's too expensive." For the first time, Viscount Fitral hated his own name. Why didn't his father name him "Qin" or "Qiao" back then?
Where's his name?
Finally, the leader of the elf suddenly had an idea and looked at the girl who was waiting for them: "Well, dear lady, this is our first time using a telegraph. If you don't mind, you can draft a telegram for us...
…May I?"
"No problem. This is one of my jobs. You can briefly explain the purpose of writing this telegram..." The girl's smile became even brighter.
