Southern Letters from Afar

Seeing Luo Chong actually use paper as the base for photographs, both men were utterly astonished. If this really worked, the cost of taking pictures would definitely plummet. However, looking at the slightly yellowed paper before them, they also knew that Luo Chong must have treated it with some special method. They just had no idea whether this special treatment was expensive. If it was cheap too, photography could truly become widespread among the common people.

"Chieftain, how did you make this photographic paper? Did you coat it with something?" Qu Bing picked up a sheet of photographic paper and even held it beneath his nose to sniff. It had a faint salty, fishy smell. Looking at its yellowed color, could it be that the Chieftain had soaked it in urine?

Of course, he did not dare ask such a thing. Otherwise, no matter how close he was to the Chieftain, the Chieftain would beat him to death with his own hands. Yes, absolutely not. He couldn't ask that.

Luo Chong failed to notice his little thoughts, but he did not tell them outright either. He had gone to all that trouble to create an air of mystery, so he had to keep putting on the act for a while longer.

"I'm not telling you this yet. Let's first test whether it works. If it does, I'll reveal the formula to you. If it fails, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to let you know?" Luo Chong raised his head with an affectedly proud air.

Ao Fei and Qu Bing chuckled foolishly for a while, then began making the negatives and photographic paper according to Luo Chong's instructions.

Just then, another Personal Guard arrived from outside and delivered two Flying Eagle Message letters to Luo Chong.

As he opened the