The favorites just wouldn't go up. Jiaoshou had originally hoped to break ten thousand, but that goal was too far off. Nine thousand would do instead-just a few dozen favorites short.
Jiaoshou wasn't expecting it to happen over the next few days anymore. The hope now rested on getting a prominent category recommendation on Sunday.
Rex sat in a chair in the private room, turning sideways to look down below.
His private room was on the second floor. The rooms had been built around the main hall, each with a window overlooking it.
Rex opened the window, giving himself a clear view of the hall. The window was very well soundproofed. Before, the private room had been completely silent, without the slightest disturbance, but once he opened it, the clamor from the hall poured in.
Rex listened carefully. He had come here to find out whether people would accept the Telegraph, and just how readily they would accept it.
This had a bearing on his future plans to build telephone booths, so he attached great importance to it.
Although the voices were noisy, Rex still learned what he wanted to know. Most of the conversations outside concerned the exhibition.
Everyone spoke in vivid detail, as though they had attended the exhibition themselves. But their tone and descriptions told Rex one thing: most of them had never been there.
Everything they were talking about now was merely hearsay.
Rex had no interest whatsoever in their conversations themselves. What mattered to him was what they were talking about.
Having obtained the answer he wanted, Rex stopped paying attention to them. He closed the window and picked up the wineglass on the table before him.
The glass was palm-sized and rather attractive. Rex toyed with it for a moment, then drained it in