Chapter 1644: A Promise from Liu Zheng

Mo Cheng opened the door and took the letter into his hands; he was stunned for a moment upon seeing the envelope with nothing written on it.

Looking back, the courier was long gone; Mo Cheng was slightly dazed, then immediately realized who the courier might have been.

He also instantly knew who might have sent this letter to him.

Hu Xi'er looked at Mo Cheng, who was frozen in place, and asked, "Whose letter is it?"

Mo Cheng, for once thinking quickly, said, "Oh, a letter from home."

Joy immediately appeared on Hu Xi'er's face; home... that meant Longyan, and it was either Chief Minister Liu Zheng or that old man Qingyang Shuo.

Mo Cheng and Hu Xi'er had not told Newton and Stephenson their true identities.

Although these two were trustworthy, this was Britain, and it was better to be careful.

They did not want to be captured by the British and become bargaining chips to threaten Liu Zheng.

Mo Cheng opened the envelope and looked at the Longyan characters on it; a sense of intimacy immediately welled up—this was a reply from Lord Liu Zheng.

Although Liu Zheng had not signed it, Mo Cheng recognized at a glance who had written this letter.

This was not some special ability.

It was simply that only Liu Zheng would be so clear about matters regarding the steam train.

After finishing the content of the letter, Mo Cheng felt as if struck by a bolt of lightning and stood frozen on the spot.

"As expected... amazing, truly amazing," Mo Cheng muttered continuously.

The others were stunned, not knowing what Mo Cheng had seen.

Hu Xi'er frowned, walked over, and took the letter from Mo Cheng's hand; Hu Xi'er looked at the content of the letter, and the first sentence was still quite normal.

"Mo Cheng, I am very happy you wrote to me. Take good care of Xi'er, don't let her suffer any grievances... forget it, with your straight-male personality, you don't understand what taking care of someone is. Poor Xi'er..."

Hu Xi'er was inexplicably moved; Liu Zheng really understood Mo Cheng, that blockhead. Did he understand what it meant to take care of someone? Did he?

No, he did not understand, not at all.

Hu Xi'er looked again at the thoughtful Lord Liu Zheng, but what followed scared her, and her expression changed abruptly; what was all this messy stuff below?

It was about how to guide the steam train, how it operates... and so on.

Things that Hu Xi'er could not understand.

It was all content regarding the so-called steam train.

It didn't even last three seconds of understanding.

Hu Xi'er sighed, tapped the letter on the table, and sighed, "This letter is for you."

After saying this, Hu Xi'er went back to her room; only then did the three men look at the letter again, as the other two did not understand Longyan script.

Mo Cheng gave an explanation: "The answer he gave above is that since there is no way to install a steering system, then install guide rails to let the train run according to a prescribed route..."

The gazes of Newton and Stephenson went from bewilderment to shock, and then to disbelief.

Their eyes stared hotly at this letter of only three pages.

As if they had seen a treasure, Stephenson and Newton reached out at the same time to press down on the letter, their heads squeezed together, neither giving way to the other, both looking at the Longyan characters on the paper that neither of them recognized.

Although they didn't recognize a single character, it still did not hinder their fervent gazes.

"Mo Cheng, this Longyan person you know is truly amazing. What does he do?"

"We had never thought of these methods, especially this steering system; I have been troubled by it for a long time."

"Too amazing!"

Mo Cheng did not answer, showing a smile of habit toward the reactions of these two; this was the answer written by the very hand of that Lord who led Longyan toward glory, Liu Zheng.

To him, Liu Zheng was an almost omnipotent existence; the steam train that transports people in Longyan was invented under Liu Zheng's leadership.

Such a problem was simply the easiest of questions for Liu Zheng.

Stephenson muttered: "Let the train run according to a prescribed route..."

He repeated this sentence over and over, as if he had grasped the key point of his thinking; his pupils suddenly shrank, the expression on his face froze for an instant, and then it instantly turned into ecstasy.

"I know!"

"How the transport trajectory of the steam train should be designed!"

"Mo Cheng, thank your Longyan person for this letter; he has truly helped me a great deal!" Stephenson excitedly gripped Mo Cheng's hand and said in ecstasy.

Mo Cheng and Newton, however, had not yet understood why Stephenson was so excited.

But seeing him show such an expression, the two were also genuinely happy.

"Congratulations, Stephenson," Mo Cheng offered his sincere blessing.

Stephenson danced with joy for a long time before he suppressed his emotions; he looked at Mo Cheng, his heart filled with an urgent desire to go to Longyan.

"Mo Cheng, when are we leaving for Longyan?" Stephenson could not help but ask.

Now, in his perception, Longyan was the place where he could realize his dreams.

The pathetic Britain was only fit to confine his creativity and his thoughts to the so-called Dreadnought-class Battleship.

What was the point of such battleships that could only be on the sea? They were nothing more than steel ships larger than ordinary battleships and equipped with more Cannon.

How could they be as interesting as a train that transports supplies on land?

A train can transport supplies mined from mines in a short time directly to various Factory, then have them processed by the Factory, and then transport the things produced in the Factory to other places.

However, those Noble in power in Britain simply did not understand.

Longyan is better after all.

"Mo Cheng, I think we should leave in these next few days?"

"How about it?" Stephenson asked excitedly.

In response to Stephenson's excitement, he was met with a stretch of silence.

Stephenson was stunned, then immediately realized Mo Cheng's current situation.

The entire room was filled with deep sighs.

"Sigh..."

"I apologize, Mo Cheng, I forgot your current situation; there is simply no Method to get out."

The joy originally on Mo Cheng's face was now overcast with dark clouds; he squeezed out a smile and looked at Stephenson: "It's fine."

"Xi'er and I will go back; they are only detaining us because of the ridiculous excuse that I supposedly want to take Britain's scientists to Longyan."

"I believe Longyan will find a Method to let us return."

Stephenson and Newton could only express hope regarding this; beyond that, there was no further help.

They were also unable to help.

The letter in Mo Cheng's hand only had three pages, but he did not tell these two the content of the last page.

When night arrived, Mo Cheng and Hu Xi'er were in the room, looking at Liu Zheng's final letter, which read:

"Mo Cheng, Xi'er, there is no need to be anxious for now. I will find a Method to rescue you from Britain. What you need to do now is protect yourselves; Britain will pay a heavy price for this!"

Seeing this sentence, the two of them felt as firm as if they had taken a reassurance pill.

If Liu Zheng said he would wait for them to return, he would definitely do it.

Because he was Liu Zheng, the man who made Longyan prosperous through his own strength.

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