industrial lord

Chapter 698 Others Are Chasing
“Da da…da…”

The receiver started automatically and the paper roll was fed in. When it came out, there were black marks on it from the sparks.

Half an hour later, the decoded telegram was delivered to Frederick.

Psyche said with some boredom: "It's actually plain text. I thought I could have some fun by cracking the code."

Frederick poured Psyche a cup of tea and took the telegram to read it carefully.

"It's actually a group message." Frederick curled his lips, "Informing that Buxar has been arrested for poisoning wheat."

After he put down the message, he asked, "What are your plans?"

After taking a sip of tea, Psyche said, "The signal system of this telegraph has been cracked. By determining the signal range through the characteristics of the transmitted signal, we have monitored the information reporting the arrest of Buksa."

"What to do next depends on how you handle this matter."

Frederick nodded and began to think.

The intelligence department collected information that people in many countries were developing new gadgets such as air bullet guns and steam engines. Some of them had achieved certain results, but this was the first time that radio appeared.

But it’s not surprising when you think about it. The telegraph has been around for so many years and so many have been sold, so it’s not surprising that someone would copy it.

This telegraph of the Piast Kingdom was derived from the ship-type telegraph sold in large quantities by the Duchy of Wessen. There were many changes in the details, mainly due to insufficient processing level, so it could only be degraded.

Many wealthy enthusiasts would buy a marine radio to play with. If Frederick was not familiar with the structure of the internal core components and was not able to discover the problem, there was a high probability that he would regard the radio as a modified product.

Judging from the fact that the radio stations are equipped with spies, the country has a large number of radio stations, and it is estimated that the military has also been equipped with a large number of them.

Frederick thought for a long time and finally said, "Let's make the radio station thing a small matter and a big thing a small matter. Let them feel that it's nothing and we don't take it to heart."

"Decoding and positioning work must be carried out, but only in secret, without any response."

"Raise the fish, and when they are fat, catch them all in one net."

He decided to treat it as a found modified marine radio, sell it on the second-hand market and see where it would end up.

Psyche said, "Judging from the signal strength, the radio station's operating range is not enough to contact the Piast Kingdom. It is probably arranged in a tree-like network."

"I suggest establishing monitoring centers in three places from north to south: Hanma City, Wiesenburg, and Linden City, with the headquarters in Wiesenburg, specifically targeting the direction of the Piast Kingdom."

"There must also be arrangements for the north, west and south."

With the current level of the Wesson Science Society, it is not difficult to build a set of receivers specifically for receiving weak signals. It can also determine the direction almost well, but what it lacks in accuracy it makes up for in quantity.

Frederick thought for a moment and said, "We need to start doing this. In the future, not only we will do it, but others will also do it. We need to make arrangements early."

It's not just telegraphs, similar things will happen in other areas in the future.

He hadn't expected from the beginning that the things he was tinkering with could be kept completely secret; it was enough to delay until the generation gap was widened.

Psyche said: "The Science Society will only provide technical support, and you will arrange the specific personnel."

Frederick originally wanted to follow up the topic and ask her to take on another job, but he didn't expect to be rejected.

"Okay." Frederick could only say, "I'll send a telegram back later and let them make the arrangements."

For him, this matter is just a few words, and then someone will follow up.

After taking a sip of tea, Psyche said, "I came here in person this time to tell you something." Frederick immediately became serious. Now that the military power of the Principality of Wessen was empty, Psyche would not go out easily. It was obvious that this time she came here was not just for the radio station.

Psyche asked him, "Do you want to do something behind the scenes with this year's Golden Durian Award?"

Frederick was full of questions. The Golden Durian Award was Psyche's own private property, so he didn't know why there was such a secret operation going on.

Psyche continued, "This year, Hakan from the Ghazi Empire submitted his project for the Magic Award. He would have won the award in previous years, but this year it's not so good."

Frederick remembered this man and asked, "What is the level of his achievements?"

"His achievements have filled the key technology gap in the field of low-speed, high-torque implosion engines, and this year there will be another achievement that can be used in electrolytic smelting," said Pusek.

Frederick thought for a moment and said, "Give it to Hakan. He made great contributions during the Trade War. If the Alchemy Award project doesn't have any significant breakthroughs, then give the Alchemy Award to electrolytic smelting."

"The transformation of achievements should be strengthened to accelerate the pace of vehicle upgrades."

"There is a huge shortage of vehicles now. I have a plan to move the final assembly plant out, so that I can hold the core components, and let others do the shell and assembly."

Psyche nodded and said, "The Ghazi Empire is also planning to build a scientific society, and Hakan is the designated leader."

Frederick smiled and said, "Fatih is quite open-minded. He learned this."

He now knew why Psyche had come in person, and continued, "Go ahead and do it. Without you in charge, I'm afraid it will just be a new academic clique in the end."

The Ghazi Empire wants to establish a scientific society, and the matter can be big or small, and a response needs to be made.

In many academic matters, software is more important than hardware. Frederick used the great goddess Psyche to suppress the geniuses and reduce internal strife. Otherwise, just balancing the relationship would be enough to give him a headache.

It is also because of this that Frederick is confident that his skills can keep him ahead.

Frederick believed that in a place with a strong warlord tradition, such a society would sooner or later destroy itself.

The two chatted for a while, and then someone brought a telegram from Count Weissen.

"Buxa is very stubborn," Frederick could not help but admire. "He changed three fuses in one day and he didn't say a word."

Psyche said, "I heard that there are some secret methods that can make people's senses dull. The body is tortured to the point of collapse, but it doesn't feel much more painful than kicking your toe on a chair."

Frederick thought for a moment and said, "I found a wooden box in his study. Inside is a love letter to someone unknown. I'll have someone deliver it to him and read it aloud in front of him later."

Psyche added: "It would be best if it were read aloud in public."

Frederick nodded. The military rations bidding meeting had not yet ended, and the nobles and stewards had not left yet, so he did it.

At this time, the church bells rang and little Franz arrived with a company.

Frederick was a little depressed. Buxa did some practical work here. He built a new road that was easy to walk on, while when he came here, he took a road that had been abandoned for several years.

When little Franz arrived, Frederick did not show up, but asked Psyche to explain to Duke of Cooley and connect with little Franz.

Now Duke Cooley is still detached from worldly affairs and lives in the church. Every day, apart from praying, he talks to Burkett about his son Bosco. He can repeat one thing more than a dozen times.

Because Burkett had made great contributions by grinding moldy wheat into flour, casting a spell to enhance its activity and mixing it into the wheat, Frederick promised to give him a motorcycle, which happened to be brought by little Franz and his friends.

Frederick felt that there was nothing left for him to do here, so he decided to continue on his journey with Bellburk tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)