Chapter 979: Long live understanding

, How do you talk about that?
The telegrapher squinted his eyes and gave Archbishop Sandos a contemptuous cast.
The look was as if Archbishop Santos was a hillbilly who had just run out of the ravine.
Seeing the contempt of the telegrapher, Archbishop Santos almost did not lose his breath.
He is also a well-known number one person. He has a BMW when he comes out, and a small man in the house. How has he ever been so angry when he lives in a villa?
All of a sudden, his face flushed and he was breathing hard.
Immediately, tremblingly stretched out his hand, pointed at the guy, and yelled angrily: "I don't know how to be polite, I don't understand, my lord, I will teach you well today." "Hey~! I said you are" telegrapher He slapped the table with a thick stack of paper, and stared at Archbishop Sandos, "It's endless, right? What do you do? If it's okay, if it's okay, let me go out. Do you know this is a military plane? Don’t allow people to wait in?"
He paused and found that these words seemed to be unable to scare the fat man on the other side, and immediately added: "Take a good look at how many telegrams we send every day. If the military affairs are delayed, you will be guilty. Are you up?"
The Archbishop "I" opened his mouth and looked around, deliberately trying to find some trouble.
But not far away, on the table, the heavy machine kept beeping continuously and never stopped. Around the machine, there were a few people around, either nervously kneeling down to work, or walking back and forth constantly, extremely busy.
At this moment, I heard the telegrapher continue to shout: "You guys go and go. Don't get in the way here. Have you heard?"
The telegrapher's arrogant face constantly challenged the archbishop's psychological bottom line.
Archbishop Sandos was furious, almost bursting out of fire from both eyes.
He squeezed his fist and glared at the telegrapher, thinking: Do you want to rush up and give this guy a hard hit.
But on second thoughts, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran over in a hurry. There was an important business to do. I was quarreling with this rude fellow here, which in vain lost my status as the archbishop and delayed business.
To put it aside, Archbishop Santos had to teach the guy in front of him a lesson, let him know what is inferior and orderly.
In the archbishop's own territory, the little nobleman had to be respectful when he saw his old man. Even a big figure like the earl would just sit on an equal footing with the archbishop, and he could be called brothers and sisters directly together.
The princes who were responsible for meeting with the archbishop were also very polite.
After all, Archbishop Santos was promoted to a higher level, but he entered the center of the Holy See of Vatican.
However, during this period of time, Archbishop Santos has suffered a lot of setbacks and blows, and his nerves have become tougher, and his thoughts are different from before.
Being able to survive seventeen consecutive defeats and the ridicule of everyone, can only say that Archbishop Santos has grown his strengths.
In the eyes of Archbishop Sandos, for the sake of a more ambitious goal, it is nothing to tolerate a moment.
In the past, Archbishop Santos didn't understand what "a man can bend and stretch". It has always been strange: Now that he is a man, what else can I bend? If you catch someone who is not pleasing to the eye, just pat the girl directly.
However, now the archbishop is very clear.
Being in a high position, it is natural not to have general knowledge with the little people below. Don't say anything. Once it is passed out, it will be charged with bullying.
Not to mention, he is still the key training target of His Majesty the Pope. To do something extraordinary is to discredit His Majesty the Pope.
Thinking of this, Archbishop Santos gave an angry "hum", gave the telegrapher a vicious look, and said in his heart: If you want to stay before, this lord is still not broad enough, you will definitely be able to take care of yourself.
Lucky for you kid~!
Immediately, he waved to his men behind him and motioned his officers to come to negotiate with the telegrapher, while Archbishop Santos stepped back and put on an appearance of "I don't know you."
The officer gave a wry smile and said in his heart: This telegrapher is from the little grandpa's side, and the little grandpa is from the long princess' side. The archbishop belongs to His Majesty the Pope. Both sides are uncles, only I suffer the most. I am caught in the middle and feel angry at both ends.
What a mess~!
Although he cursed secretly in his heart, he didn't dare to show up. He just pulled the telegraph operator and laughed with him: "Well, this big brother, you see that we have been tired during the day, and most of the night can't sleep and run. After coming here from a long distance, our adults will inevitably be in a bad mood. Please forgive me and forgive me."
The telegrapher cast a blank look at the officer, and said angrily: "You have been tired for a day, who isn't? I'm on duty all day, busy with heels hitting the back of the head, and I have to run to withdraw urine.
For fear of wasting time.
At night, you have to fight hard and continue to gritted your teeth. "
As he said, he stretched out his hand and pointed to his eyes, and said, "Look, it's all dark circles."
The officer looked up and found that there were no dark circles on the telegrapher's eyes, but they looked a little swollen, as if they had kidney deficiency. But it is undeniable that he has indeed been working all the time and has not taken a rest.
After all, so many telegrams are all important tasks of the military. They are accepted and sent out.
It is very busy, and in the middle, there is no room for a little mistake.
At this point, I listened to the telegraph operator continuing: "He is in a bad mood, so am I in a good mood?"
The officer smiled helplessly, then dig out his pockets laboriously, and finally took out several gold coins from the clothes inside, wailed in his heart, and secretly said: This is my salary for more than a month, and my mother has suffered a lot.
Then he took the telegraph operator's hand, forced it into his hand, and smiled: "Yes, yes, I know you are also very hard. But, isn't it all for work?
It's like the saying that the little father-in-law often said, understand long live, understand long live.
Come on, this is a trivial matter, brothers, please have tea. Haha..."
Although the little grandpa said that, but the original intention of the little grandpa is not so, but said, whether the little grandpa asked for a deduction of wages, or asked for unpaid overtime. You all have to understand me.
But then again. You can also try not to understand me.
I want to see who has the guts?
The telegrapher weighed the weight of the gold coin in his hand, and entered it casually. In the bag, he patted the officer on the shoulder, and said, "Is it enough to speak so well, OK, bring me things."
The officer immediately took out the notice he was carrying and handed it to the telegraph operator.
Seeing such a large piece of paper, the telegraph operator frowned, and reluctantly accepted the notice, saying: "Such a large piece of paper, I say how many things you have to say."
Then he unfolded the bulletin and saw that his finger impatiently flicked the bullet on the bulletin, saying: "I said, aren't you military affairs?"
The officer smiled and said, "Although it is not military affairs, this is very important."
The telegrapher shook his head and said, "That's not possible. We have rules. Military orders take precedence. You are not military orders. You cannot send them according to the rules."
Archbishop Sandos couldn't bear to listen behind, and said straightforwardly: "Why not official business?
I can tell you, this is a political task~!
Delayed, you can't afford it~! "
"Yeah~?" The telegraph operator gave Archbishop Santos a slanted glance, and said: "The rules are the rules. If anyone sends out some messy things, the military order is not required, and the military affairs are delayed. You can afford to eat. Not guilty?"
An officer next to him with the rank of captain grabbed Archbishop Santos, shook his head at him, and said, "Forget it, this lord. We can't care about these uncles. In front of these uncles, we are Grandson~!"
Archbishop Sandos glared at the telegrapher again, then turned around angrily and flung the curtain out.
Soon, the captain came out of the room with a document in his hand and looked at Archbishop Santos, who was pacing irritably at the door. He nodded to the archbishop and said, "My lord, just let you get it down. Why are you so angry?"
Archbishop Sandos curled his lips, shook his head and said: "Their work attitude is very problematic."
The captain nodded, then sighed, and said, "Whoever lets someone do a unique technical job."
Bishop Santos frowned and said, "No one cares about the important things like a mountain of military orders."
The captain shrugged and said: "The people in the monopoly group don't have this virtue, and they take money to do things, which is not bad, but it is much better than the church's grandsons who want money."
Brother…………………
Archbishop Sandos.
For a while, he almost vomited blood in a vengeful manner.
Inside the room, the telegrapher "slapped" the notice in his hand on the fourth legion officer's mouth, and said, "Who should you go to for this kind of thing. Men don't take care of this."
"Don't, this big brother" the officer hurriedly stuffed the notice back into the telegraph operator's hands, and said with a smile: "We all do things for people. This is really important."
The telegrapher snorted and turned and left. The officer grabbed the telegrapher, gritted his teeth, and put out the last two gold coins with body temperature, and stuffed them cruelly. He didn't dare to lower his eyes to look at it, for fear that he would regret it. Said: "For everyone's sake, you can do well."
The telegrapher smiled slightly while holding the gold coin, and said: "Okay, it seems you are so solemn. Then put it here first. When the telegraph machine is idle, I will send it back to you."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This bunch of puppies gave me back, I had already abandoned you before.
He knows that once the telegraph machine is working, there is no time for it to be idle, and there are a lot of official documents exchanges with the general headquarters every day in the nearby legions.
Just let it go, maybe this group of grandsons will forget the corner.
I have already huā eight gold coins, and then throw it down at this time, the money will be equal to white huā.
The officer pulled the telegrapher and said, "Big brother, wait."
Then he walked out of the telegraph room and found Archbishop Sandos who was angry outside.
Seeing his subordinates came out, Bishop Sandos asked: "It's done?"
The officer shook his head, and said helplessly: "My lord, they don't send it out now, they say they don't send it out until they are free."
"I rely on~!" the gentle and gentle Archbishop of Santos couldn't help cursing, and then asked: "Then let's wait?"
He scratched his head and said: "It's not impossible, this..."
Then the thumb and index finger were rubbed together.
Archbishop Sandos let out a "hiss" and grinned and murmured: "These guys are even harder than us."
Then he took out his wallet and reached for the mō money. At this moment, the archbishop suddenly remembered that his subordinate had just paid for the telegraph operator.
The archbishop poured out all the money in his wallet and stuffed it into the hands of the officer, and said: "Look at how much you should give them, and you will be rewarded for the rest."
The officer was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled happily, "Master Xie."
Said that he hurriedly turned back into the house, grabbed a handful of gold coins, and put them in the telegrapher's hands very angrily, and said, "I want to send you an expedited."
The telegrapher's eyes were straight. This gold coin is worth half of his salary. Although the work committee is no longer a problem for them, the money is still considerable.
The telegrapher sighed with emotion: Today can be regarded as a big dog family in the legend~!
They got 30 gold coins back and forth, that is, all the people in the telegraph room would share one point, and the rest would be enough to spend a while in the city. It would be great if I could encounter this kind of two hundred and five every day.
After taking the money, they naturally have to do things for people. They still have this awareness.
The telegrapher took the money, patted the officer on the shoulder, and smiled: "Okay, I will send it back to you now."
After a long while, the officer breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the telegraph room.
Archbishop Santos has been feeding mosquitoes for a long time outside. This will become more and more angry. He is holding a stomach of fire. Seeing his men come out, he said with no anger: "Is it all right this time?"
The officer said: "Okay, my lord, I watched them sent to the headquarters."
"It's fine." Archbishop Sandos squeezed a few words from his teeth with a fist, and said, "Brothers, get me in and squash him~!"
The clay figurine also has a soil. Although the archbishop has a good temper, he can't stand being bullied like this. If you don't clean up, I'm really sorry for this old face.
"Yes, sir." The officers and soldiers who followed the archbishop saw that the telegrapher was so relaxed and comfortable that they were full of envy, jealousy and hatred. They happily agreed upon hearing the order of the archbishop and rushed in after the archbishop. Telegraph room.
Archbishop Sandos took the lead and grabbed the telegrapher by the collar and picked him up.
The telegrapher yelled in panic: "What are you doing? Come on, come on!"
Archbishop Sandos sneered and said, "What are you doing? Just do this."
Speaking of Archbishop Sandos, he slammed a punch on the telegraph operator's nose, and tears came down his eyes.
After a period of exercise, especially after being beaten for a few times, the level of the fight of Archbishop Sandos has risen rapidly. Now he has learned the trick to hit someone in the face first.
The soldiers of the Fourth Corps surrounded the telegrapher with crackling punches and kicks, which made the telegrapher scream.
The officers of the other regiments who were waiting for the telegraph in the telegraph room saw that the situation was wrong. They first looked left and right, and then without a word, they jumped up and squeezed into the crowd.
Seeing that the anger is almost there, maybe the defenders and gendarmerie in the city are coming, Archbishop Santos threw the guy away and shouted: "The wind is tight, it's screaming, brothers flashed~!"
"Oh, I ran." The soldiers of the Fourth Army yelled and rushed to the telegraph room with Archbishop Sandos, jumped on the horses tied outside, and ran towards the gate of the city with a whip.
On the road, they ran into soldiers coming quickly. The soldiers stationed in the city saw a group of knights roaring, and they were about to hit the wall. They hurriedly hid on the wall and watched the Archbishop Sandos and his soldiers. , Laughing all the way to escape every day.
When the mages and the military police arrived in the telegraph room, they saw several telegraphers lying on the ground with blue noses and swollen faces, "heh," sitting on the bench next to them was full of innocent officers, looking at them with a shrug, and said: "Why did you guys come here? The beater ran away early. "
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In the headquarters of the peacekeeping force in Hafsport, the telegrapher sat at the table, recording a telegram with all his attention.
Until it was confirmed that the transmission was completed, the telegrapher moved his wrist and complained: "Why did those grandsons send such a long telegram?"
Then he handed it to the person next to him, and the person in charge of translating the text would translate the signal into text. This person took the telegram and curled his lips and said, "For such a large message, those grandsons made a lot of money. Right.
"Yes, head, I said" a telegrapher complained to the mage behind him: "The group of people below can drop seven or eight gold coins in one night, but we do more than them. We don't even have a supper in the evening. It’s too big."
The middle-aged mage frowned and said: "Don't talk nonsense, 1 be careful to let others hear. We take the money that we should take, and don't take the money that should not be taken by us. Sooner or later, it will cause accidents.
You get ten gold coins a month, which is much better than the group of eight people outside. They work hard, only three or four gold coins a month.
The following people are messing around. They are simply idle. Let's try to mess around with the boss.
Don't even look at the two characters of the boss above us. If you anger the big boss, it will make those guys regret giving birth. "
Think about your own boss’s distinction of rewards and punishments, as well as the means to deal with disobedient guys. Several telegraphers grinned and immersed themselves in their work.
"Okay." The telegrapher in charge of the translation wrote a piece of paper for the boss ~EbookFREE.me~ and looked up and down, and said, "Huh? What is this?"
"Take me to see." The mage took it and frowned and read it carefully. At the end of the telegram, there was a sentence added by Archbishop Santos, "Please submit to the Commander-in-Chief, Deputy Commander-in-Chief immediately."
The mage pondered for a moment, picked up a red pen to sign the emergency symbol, then called in a staff officer, and said: "This document is placed at the top level, to ensure that the commander-in-chief and deputy commander-in-chief see it as soon as possible. Send a copy to His Majesty the Pope. "Early in the morning, Lorraine picked up the black tea, took a sip comfortably, leaned on the chair and enjoyed a small hand massage with Vela’s strength, and picked up the red confidential box. file.
"Huh?" Lorraine frowned, with a solemn expression on his face, and after looking at it carefully, Lorraine patted Vera's little hand and said, "Call the staff on duty in."
After a while, a large group of people walked into Lorraine's office.
Lorraine got up from the desk, walked to the opposite side of them, and said: "Now, I order you to put down your work, there is an urgent task for you to complete."! .