"The East is indeed as Sir Greenville said, with many unusual features, like magical witchcraft, which makes people unable to figure out what happened. Previous missionaries returned to Europe without recording trains and street lights, and they were too unduly dedicated." A British nobleman in noble dress came down from the Beijing Railway Station. This visit shocked him, although he had some mental preparations.

Not to mention anything else, the speed of the train made him look at him.

After hearing that the British envoys arrived again, Li Jinde, Salina and Aunt Li came to the Beijing Railway Station early. It took too long for Salina to see her father, and Li Jinde had some debts, and Aunt Li wanted to see this in-laws.

"Is that old family the one who takes the lead? I look younger last year." Aunt Li looked at a jazz with two beards, goat whiskers and chestnut fluffy hair, but she was in her thirties.

"No, he is not my father. This is the second Earl of Compton in Northamptonshire, a rather prominent nobleman. Why isn't my father coming?" Salina recognized the jazz who led the second group of envoys, but her doubts were contrary to her speculation. Sir Greenville was not in the envoys.

"We will find an opportunity to visit this Earl of Compton. Maybe we can find out about your father from him." Li Jinde put his hand on Salina's shoulder and comforted him.

"What happened? The place names and people in your Western countries are really hard to call them." Aunt Li complained.

The second batch of British envoys, led by the officials of the Jiuzhou Army, were placed in the area where the envoys were hosted.

The British nobleman, Earl of Compton, seemed very active. He took people to travel around the capital without resting, collecting books and strange things here, causing a lot of commotion in the capital.

"What is it for?" Earl of Compton discovered the existence of a photo studio in the capital. Sir Greenville had never contacted this kind of thing before, nor had he mentioned it to Earl of Compton.

"We are a photo studio. Please look here. The people hanging on the walls are portraits of the people who take photos, which are comparable to the most skilled painter's paintings. They can accurately portray the image of a person. In other words, these photos are similar to paintings, rather than imprisoning people's souls." The employees of the photo studio explained to them patiently, not knowing whether Westerners can understand it.

Even in Beijing, because people lack understanding of black and white camera imaging technology, black and white photos are often regarded as soul-catching things, which has caused the photo studio to not come to take photos for a long time and has no popularity among the people. However, the government and military departments often hire photographers from photo studios to take appropriate materials for newspapers. For example, in the South China War and Japan's referendum, there are photographers.

When the photos of the photo studio were published in the newspaper, people gradually realized that black and white photos were just images of the scenes at that time, and the imaging technology of black and white photos was gradually recognized by the people.

After listening to the translator's instructions, Earl Compton was shocked again, but he still looked at the works of the museum hanging from the photo studio.

"This photo is a masterpiece taken by our photographer when the Japanese province was founded." The employee of the photo studio pointed proudly at the photo of Da Yuer hanging on the wall at the referendum.

Compton was shocked by the quality of black and white photos. Although the black and white photos at this time were not fine enough, the washed photos recorded the scenes and characters at that time without modification.

"The beautiful woman in black and white paintings seems very real, not painted by the most wise painter?" Compton repeatedly confirmed.

"There is no need for a painter. Just use this machine to truly portray the scene at that time, forming a negative film, and flush out many identical photos." The photographer in the photo studio pointed to a black and white camera and said as if he was precious.

"You mean this strange guy can act as a painter?" Compton leaned over and looked at the wooden box camera, with a shady curtain hanging behind him. He was curiously touching the unknown.

"Be careful not to break it. This is a camera that can only be customized by spending a lot of money from the government. A machine is valuable!" The photographer reminded with heartache.

After learning that this object is valuable, Earl Compton felt that this object was like medieval witchcraft, full of magical magic, and it was puzzled. He had some understanding of Xiaokong's imaging, but it was difficult to make the image it formed clear and preserve it for a long time.

In fact, black and white cameras involve the characteristics of photosensitive substances such as silver iodide and silver bromide. At this time, chemistry has not yet become an independent discipline, and people know very little about compounds. Earl Compton cannot know the principle without anyone explaining it, and can only be regarded as witchcraft.

"Can you help me leave a so-called photo?" asked Count Compton.

"This is OK, but it costs a certain fee." The photographer said.

"Money is not a problem." Earl of Compton tried a wink at the servant, and the servant took out a piece of Spanish silver dollars.

The photographer at the photo studio received a considerable reward and was naturally happy to take photos of Compton: "It will take a while for exposure. When the spotlight is burning later, don't make a fuss, so that the people in your envoys don't have to panic."

Earl Compton sat upright on a wooden chair, leaning against the wooden table with his right hand up, erecting his waist to show pressure. After hearing that the camera image was real, he wanted to verify whether it was really like this, and he was afraid that his image would be insufficient. If the portraits were painted by the painter, it might be beautified, and the black and white cameras at this time did not have many artificial beautification elements.

Members of the second group of envoys blocked the door of the photo studio, and even the servants behind them looked inside with their feet, trying to see clearly what the so-called photography was. For a moment, the door in front of the photo studio was crowded.

When the magnesium powder burned and smoked, the nobles and servants of the envoys were indeed shocked, and the only thing that was taking pictures was Earl Compton who forced himself to calm down for his own face.

After a few minutes, the photographer checked the negatives and said to the Earl of Compton: "When we wash out the photos, they will be delivered to your house. Please reserve the address."
Chapter completed!