"No, this was the idea provided by Lord Jiang. Our Lord Song followed Lord Jiang's ideas to produce this telegram."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu immediately gave a thumbs up: "I knew it! Our lord is the most capable person in the world."
Looking across the entire world, who can rival our lord?
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
Just then.
The indicator light on the transmitter lit up.
"What's going on here?" Xiang Yu asked, pointing to the flickering light.
"This is a telegram from our lord." The two men quickly sat down.
The telegraph operator pressed his ear to the receiver, holding a pen in his hand, listening and taking notes on a piece of paper at the same time.
Soon, a piece of paper was filled with numbers from 0 to 9.
However, all of these numbers are in groups of four.
Everyone was completely baffled.
They have finished writing.
Immediately afterwards, the other side sent two more telegrams.
They checked the records again, following the notes they had just taken.
They put down their pens only after confirming that the received numbers were correct.
"What did the lord say?" Xiang Yu had already forgotten the lamb leg in his hand and asked with an expectant look on his face.
"General, please wait a moment." The telegraph operator quickly picked up a codebook.
"General, please wait a moment. We will translate this telegram and I will tell you in about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu quickly waved to the crowd, signaling them to leave immediately and not disturb the translation of the telegram.
Maria, the little girl, gently pointed to the roasted lamb leg in Xiang Yu's hand: "General, this lamb leg is a bit cold. Let me heat it up for you."
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