Zhang Yuchen knew: somewhere outdoors, in a dark corner, in a back alley, or in a house in a quiet courtyard, there was a person sitting in front of a radio station, spinning carefully The dial on the radio station, headphones on his head, he is a hunter, carefully chasing his prey in the air...
The imagination ended here, because the radio wave tracker in his mind was wearing a Feiyu suit. Zhang Yuchen shook his head and got rid of the delusion of the spy movie. [No pop-up novel website]. Jin Yiwei doesn't have a radio station facing sideways. But at this moment, he and the operators who were being hunted by the direction finders in front of the radio were doing the same job.
The Personal Appraisal of Zhang Yuchen from the Time Travelers by the Time Travel Political Security Bureau (Top Secret:
"Born on x, x, xxxx, xxxx. Joined the time-traveling cause in xxxx, x month. Han nationality. Political tendency: moderate socialism. Personality - gentle personality, approachable to friends, taciturn; merciless to enemies. High moral character, no bad habits , clear social relations. Expertise: Communications and cryptography. Performance - a rare expert -"
Zhang Yuchen originally worked in the communications department. Because of his understanding of codes, he was transferred by the intelligence department to participate in this underground intelligence activity in Guangzhou and served as a radio operator.
The new work arrangement made him a little uncomfortable at first, but when he thought that he would be working underground in enemy-occupied areas like a secret radio operator in novels and movies, he became excited and full of expectations. As a way to express his expectation, he even compiled a code before leaving. When he solemnly handed the code book to Shao Zong, Shao Zong couldn't laugh or cry:
"Who do you want to use this password for? Who else has a radio station in this time and space besides us?"
"This-" Zhang Yuchen scratched his head, "It must be useful."
This code did work in the future.
At 15:50 in the afternoon, in the empty telegraph room, Zhang Yuchen rubbed his hands, like a man warming himself by the fire in the cold night. This was partly due to nerves and partly due to careful preparation for the report.
The contact time between the advance station and the main station in Bairencheng is 16:00. According to the regulations of the intelligence team, the advance station must contact regularly every day to ensure that the headquarters can confirm the safety of the Guangzhou advance station. Once there is no contact for three consecutive days, the Lingao headquarters will dispatch a rescue team to Guangzhou. Today is his first time reporting.
He set up the radio and turned on the power. Power is provided by a lead-acid battery bank, charged by a hand-crank motor. The antenna is set up on a big tree in the yard outside the house.
The telegram was placed in front of him, with four numbers as a group. The telegram was in clear code. In addition to reporting that they had arrived safely, there was also a work report written by Xiao Zishan - he obviously had never written a telegram, and it was written in a verbose manner. The wordiness made the message very long. Fortunately, there are no radio detection vehicles here, so there is no safety issue anyway.
It's 16:00 now. He nodded to Guo Yi and Xiao Zishan who were indoors and put the headphones on his head. He quickly adjusted the dial and immediately heard the loud and clear call from the main station: "gda...gda...gda". The call came over and over again from the main station across space, making him full of confidence. If there were no accidents, this was Li Chiqi's cousin Zhang Yu calling. This 19-year-old girl was tricked into this time and space by her cousin who had ulterior motives for her, using an extremely clumsy method of "going to fun places together". When he was training to be a nurse, he fainted and vomited after seeing blood and failed, so he was tricked by Shao Zong into becoming a telegraph operator.
Hearing this call also means a safe connection with Bairen City. He adjusted the frequency to receive the strongest signal. Fortunately, there are no other radio waves in this time and space, and there is silence in the sky.
He began to report, typing the call sign of the Guangzhou advance station radio station: "gda" several times, then leaned back and listened carefully.
"brl...brl...brl", the main station in Bairencheng replied, the signal was loud and clear against the clean background.
The main station is ready to receive the report. Zhang Yuchen looked at the clock and pressed his finger on the key. After a few seconds, he had forgotten himself. His body and mind were completely focused on his nimble fingers, and on the jumping clicks of the telegraph key.
His condition seemed to be surprisingly good, and his report came faster than every practice in the past. At 16:22, after he completed the last set of telegrams, another GDA call signal came out to indicate that the telegram had ended. He half-reclined in his chair and listened attentively to the call from the reception desk. In the office building of "Lingao Telecom" in Bairencheng, Zhang Yu, who was just starting out, was probably reading the messages group by group to make sure there were no missing or wrong codes. If so, he would have to read them again. .
After about fifteen minutes, the BRL call indicating successful acceptance rang. The first long-distance telegraph transmission of the time traveler was completed.
"At this moment, Ding Ding is probably dragging his big horse to report this historic moment on the spot," Xiao Zishan said with a smile, "Dear viewers, dear listeners, maybe you just opened the elevator-"
"Yang Ma, I really want one." Zhang Yuchen's otaku nature was exposed.
"When will we go to Macau! Let's open up some foreign food!" Several people were already ready to make a move.
"Put her down. I'm not interested in that kind of woman who hasn't bathed for ten years, even if she is the ancestor of Audrey Hepburn."
"Xiao Guo, Salina is very nice. I heard she is interested in you?" Xiao Zishan started to gossip.
Guo Yi's face suddenly turned red: "What the hell! We rarely interact with each other." This is true. When she was working in the security team, Salina was a little close to him, but he was deeply afraid of being Misunderstanding, keep a strict distance.
"Why are you so shy? It would be nice to have a foreign horse as your girlfriend. Let me show off my power of China and sow thousands of seeds all over the world -" Xiao Zishan chuckled, and several people around him also booed. As he was talking, the radio station It started ticking. Zhang Yuchen quickly put on his headphones, listened attentively, and started copying the newspaper.
"What's the news?" Several people became nervous. They didn't call back just now, and now they suddenly started calling. Is there any important instructions?
"The Ministry of Agriculture called the Guangzhou Advance Station -" Zhang Yuchen translated and read while collecting the newspaper, "Please purchase the following products in Guangzhou:
1oo pigs
100 live chickens, ducks and geese each
2,000 kg of lard, butter or other miscellaneous vegetable oils
10 horses
Donkey 1o heads
…”
"God, Wu Nanhai thinks this is a farmer's market!" Lu Rong exclaimed, "Donkey? I've never seen a donkey in Guangdong and Guangxi!"
"It's not easy to buy horses, right?" Zhang Xin said, "It might be easier to get them in the north. The only way to get them in Guangzhou is from the army."
What’s even more confusing is what to do with 2,000 kilograms of fat. Before I went out, although the food in the cafeteria had improved slightly, it was still known for being oil-free. Fried food was never seen, cooking was rare, and the only option was to make big pots of soup. When the time comes, I will be stingy and put in a little lard to see the oil star. Could it be that Wu Nanhai was eager to improve the food and prepared to make fried food?
"I guess he didn't ask for the oil. He probably wanted to use it for soap?"
"Soap!" Zhang Xin's eyes lit up, "This thing is a great weapon for making money through time travel! Soap is used in every household."
"We can also make different grades: various floral soaps and transparent soaps can be sold to rich people. We can also make some aphrodisiac soaps and sell them to brothels and so on -"
"What can be considered an aphrodisiac?" Yan Maoda asked.
"Myrrh or something? It's the Arabs who do this anyway."
"What is myrrh? The Arabian Peninsula is far away from here."
"Don't worry. Is there anything in Guangzhou?" Guo Yi was full of confidence. "We haven't figured out the situation here yet."
Yan Maoda said: "We must first know what Guangzhou can supply, and then what can be sold to Guangzhou."
Goods for trade, many proposals were collected at various meetings. According to a report from the Ministry of Industry, the products that can be supplied in the near future include: salt, cigarettes, glassware, refined sugar, matches, soap, and iron products represented by sewing needles. Some people also proposed shochu, but distilled liquor in the Ming Dynasty was already very popular and could no longer earn high profits as a special commodity.
"I have an opinion about wine, but this matter requires the cooperation of the agricultural department and the industrial department." Zhang Hongda said.
Xiao Zishan said: "I will take it back and coordinate with them."
"We have no head start on liquor, but we can start with packaging to open up the market."
Zhang Xin has already understood: "Old wine in new bottles?!"
Yan Maoda nodded: "That's right, we don't even have to go through the process of brewing our own wine - after all, brewing requires food - we purchase liquor in batches here in Guangzhou, transport glass bottles from Lingao, and fill them locally. Processing. The value can be doubled immediately."
"Not bad, not bad," Xiao Zishan cheered up.
"If you think about it carefully, there are many other ways. For example, how about dyeing the liquor with golden color? Just like xo?" Guo Yi said.
Several people looked over at the same time, and Guo Yi felt his scalp numb: "What are you doing?"
Yan Maoda chuckled and said, "Sometimes laymen are even more treacherous when they become profiteers."
