The signals transmitted back from Northern Ridge were clearly received in the telegraph room of Tang Mo's factory. The rolling paper was punctured by the tapping needles, creating one clear hole after another.
Flipping open the codebook in her hand, the young apprentice who had just become the person in charge of the telegraph room was checking the page corresponding to each number.
She was serious and meticulous, pointing at the words with her finger, and after double-checking, she finally wrote down a beautiful character on the telegram paper, "You..."
"What..." Then, she continued to search through her codebook, looking for the second word.
Truth be told, her job was a bit too monotonous, but the salary was surprisingly high. Her own salary had already surpassed that of her parents, which was almost dreamlike.
