"I have to ask my sister to hurry up. It's really a big deal." While Yang Rui was filling out the form, the pen tip under his hand was almost flying out.

It is also because I write enough every day. In the era when computers are popular, I have to think about writing so many words for more than one minute.

Wu Qian didn't understand, but looked at Yang Rui's expression and tone and said, "Then just write down the content of the telegram. You don't need to fill in the rest, and then add it."

The telegram orders in the 1980s were similar to those in later generations. In addition to the content boxes, they were also inevitably named units, mailing addresses, etc., because domestic telegrams were also mailed, and the postal bureau that received the telegram would send mailers to the recipient's unit or home on the same day in the form of an expedited copy.

These things take a lot of time to fill them up, and Wu Qian asked Yang Rui to fill them up later, saving him a lot of time.

Yang Rui nodded repeatedly and handed the scribbled handwriting to Wu Qian.

Wu Qian quickly entered the inner room and handed it to the elder sister who sent the telegram, asking her to copy the previous address to send the newspaper.

After being teased, Wu Qian came out and stuck out her tongue and said to Yang Rui: "Don't be anxious either. It's going to fly up when you've written just now. Wipe your hands and dye them with ink."

She said and handed Yang Rui a rag. There is no such thing as paper now. The ink is not easy to wash, and it is impossible to use a handkerchief.

Yang Rui wiped the rag randomly, looked at the watch, and said, "The British are waiting in the conference room. I'm late, so I can't hurry."

"British?" Wu Qian said in surprise: "Foreigners from the Western Union Factory?"

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

Wu Qian said with a "ah" and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? It's not related to diplomacy."

Yang Rui thought for a while and said hesitantly: "Not counting."

"It's not what you said, are there British people waiting for you in the conference room?"

"yes."

"Are you really a British? You are a British British?" Wu Qian asked with her eyes wide open.

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

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

"Prime Minister Zhou is..." Yang Rui thought for a moment before he realized who Wu Qian was talking about, so he could only shout in vain: "No need to find the director."

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

"What British people?" Yang Rui thought of the misunderstanding and quickly explained: "There is no British people, hey, there is nothing, I just sent a few telegrams."

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

Director Wang Zheng pointed out: "I understand that ensuring diplomatic work is the focus of our post office. As long as it is because of diplomatic work, we should make every effort to ensure it. Xiao Wu, go and close the door and put on the sign. Our office is now fully committed to serving diplomatic work."

Yang Rui saw Wu Qian start to close the door and put the gate, and explained with a laugh and cry: "It really has nothing to do with diplomacy. This is a business behavior of a private company and cannot be considered diplomacy."

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

"Are there British people waiting for you in the conference room?" Director Wang asked Yang Rui with confirmation of the nature.

Yang Rui nodded helplessly.

"If foreigners are involved, it must be diplomatic work." Director Wang was quite excited after confirming it, and shouted: "Close the door, our institute will do its best to ensure diplomacy today."

There were two letter senders in the post office. After hearing Director Wang’s shout, he said happily: “Diplomatic affairs are nothing, it should be, it should be."

The two of them asked clearly and reopened the door in the afternoon. They stopped sending the letter, turned around and moved out of the position and left.

Yang Rui was stunned and was locked in the postal office before he could stop him.

"I'm in a hurry. What should you do if you lock me inside?" Yang Rui yelled quickly.

"There is a back door." Sister Li also shouted when she came from the post office.

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

A bit like... a command post in battle?

Director Wang was standing in a state of pride and stood in a daze. Several members behind the counter were sitting upright, their eyes gathered and filled with spirit.

In the communication and telegraph room in the inner room, the telegraph sounds seem to have become more rhythmic.

"If you have any requirements, just ask." Director Wang faced Yang Rui proudly, as if he was asking for a fight.

Such a heroic atmosphere unconsciously infected Yang Rui.

After a brief silence, Yang Rui said: "Let me connect to the Western Union Factory."

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

Sister Li also put away her idle appearance and picked up the phone while repeating loudly: "Touch the Xilian Factory."

"Connect the Western Union Plant." The operator inside repeated and worked, and looked like a torpedo operator, deciding when to release the torpedo to escape the destroyer who risked his life from the death route.

After a moment, the operator got up, handed out the microphone, and said, "Comrade Yang Rui, the phone is connected."

"Look for Frankie." Yang Rui was embarrassed to go directly to get the microphone.

And he soon regretted it.

When the operator heard that it was a foreigner's name, he stood at attention and wanted to salute and said, "Please find Mr. Franky. This is Yang Rui calling, greetings from Xibao Town Post Office. Repeat, please find Mr. Franky. This is Yang Rui calling, greetings from Xibao Town Post Office!"

The opposite side probably was confused and asked, "What?"

The operator then did it again "repeat".

Yang Rui sighed long, took the phone call, and said, "Look for Mr. Franky, just say I have something to say. I, Yang Rui..."

"Oh...oh." The opposite side finally knew what was going on, so he hurriedly said: "Wait a moment, I will transfer... This... I will transfer soon, please wait, Mr. Yang Rui. Repeat, I will transfer soon, please wait, Mr. Yang Rui..."

Yang Rui patted his forehead, but there was no way.

The county phone call was very fast, and Frankie's "hello" sound soon came from the earpiece.

Yang Rui replied and laughed: "Mr. Franky, I'm afraid I can't get back now, but it should be the same for us to talk on the phone."

"certainly."

"It is based on the standards discussed before."

"certainly."

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

At this moment, the post office was quiet, and everyone stared at it with breath, as if hiding in a submarine, hiding from the enemy's sonar.

Yang Rui quickly opened the folded translator and saw three short passages inside:

Dalbeco believes that PCR is an original technology.

Dalbeco praised the originality and value of PCR.

For specific testimony, please see below.

"What's the following?" Yang Rui wanted to bite people anxiously.

"The following text is still writing... it's wrong, it's already being passed on..." The operator pointed to the inner room in panic.

The sound of telegrams is dense and orderly.
Chapter completed!