Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 296: Zhang Caixin’s Discovery (Three More for Monthly Tickets)

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun was not idle either, for he soon received a call from Mou Miao.

The structure of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was settled, the components manufactured, and the assembly now complete, but there were still some interfacing issues that needed to be resolved.

Through WeChat, Mou Miao sent over a “Draft of Pot Camel Machine Operation Manual” for Feng Jun to review and comment on.

The draft was truly rough, spanning merely three pages. All the introductions and instructions consisted of extremely simple words, with many particles omitted, even adverbs and the like, resembling the way Chinese people speak foreign languages—essentially just blurting out words.

But such a draft was very time-saving to write, which showed they really were working frantically on the project.

In addition, there were rough sketches, photos of the actual item, and hand-drawn pictures that had been photographed and inserted into the document.

After a brief examination, Feng Jun felt that the operations were indeed challenging, far more complicated than those of a diesel generator, with one requiring expert operation and the other designed for simple use—there was simply no comparison.

Therefore, he sent a WeChat message back, expressing his hope that Mou Miao could develop an improved Boiler Camel Motorcycle as soon as possible, emphasizing ease of use and striving for automation—even if it couldn’t reach the standard of a robot, it still needed to be simple enough for the Donghua natives to operate.

Prior to this, Feng Jun was very resistant to popularizing scientific knowledge in the mobile phone realm and even didn’t want to sell agricultural vehicles because of it.

But now, he could no longer afford to be willful. The reason was simple; without widely promoting generators, walkie-talkies couldn’t be charged, and without charged walkie-talkies, how could he establish himself among cultivators?

Of course, there might be other modern products that could replace walkie-talkies, helping him to take root among cultivators, but… isn’t it just that he couldn’t think of any at the moment?

Moreover, even if he did find a new product, that product… would most likely still rely on electricity.

Thus, honestly promoting the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was the proper path.

Mou Miao quickly replied that an improved model was also under development, but it involved digital circuits and would take some time.

Feng Jun didn’t ask how much time it would take, because he suddenly realized he also needed to translate the Pot Camel Machine operation manual into Donghua Country’s seal script.

However, this time, he couldn’t keep using those several teachers for translations. If all the products in Donghua went through these few individuals, it would be too easy for others to make connections.

But if he didn’t use these people for translations, whom could he find? Could he really pay someone online to translate?

That was truly not suitable; firstly, he might not trust others, and secondly, others might not trust him.

Feng Jun wanted to create a translation software, a simple font transformation with a touch of intelligence for machine translation.

He felt that the development of this software wouldn’t be too difficult, but the only concern was whether the grammar habits would deviate significantly after translation into seal script?

To solve this problem, he would ultimately still need someone to proofread…

Considering these issues, Feng Jun felt a headache mounting; in fact, he had no idea where to find someone to write the software.

But he could no longer discuss this with Mou Miao, nor with those teachers; he had to seek out another party.

Thinking about his headache, he couldn’t help but slap his thigh, “I should have studied computer science back in the day.”

“What good would studying computer science do?” someone scoffed coldly—not someone else but his assistant, Li Xiaobin.

She was dressed in house clothes, mopping the floor with a mop in hand, “I did study computer science, so what good is it?”

Feng Jun blinked in confusion and asked, “Weren’t you studying beauty and hairdressing?”

“Beauty and hairdressing were what I learned after entering society. What I studied in technical college was computer applications, and I could have even qualified as a teacher,” Li Xiaobin said, head down, vigorously mopping the floor, her long hair that reached her shoulders swaying in front of her forehead.

“But even as an associate degree graduate, all I could do was work as a typist.”

Feng Jun wasn’t interested in her complaints, blinked again, and asked, “Do you have any friends who are programmers?”

“Programmers?” Li Xiaobin lifted her head, frowning slightly, “Well… it depends on what kind of software you want to write.”

After Feng Jun explained his requirements, she immediately responded, “If that’s all you need… I guess a script would suffice. I’ll ask around for you.”

Li Xiaobin had no interest in computer programming, but she had studied this field in technical college. Now, with a need related to the field, she was willing to discuss it in her classmates’ group to show she could take on projects in her field of expertise.

Soon, her classmates’ group responded, stating that a script would suffice, but for precise translation, someone from the Chinese language field would need to proofread.

Li Xiaobin calmly stated, “The project’s client is quite wealthy; proofreading is negotiable. I have a few classmates who studied this field in university. Let them earn some extra money.”

It’s only fair; she really wasn’t lying—in fact, the “project’s client” could have done the proofreading himself.

But she also knew that Feng Jun was too preoccupied with various matters to bother with this; otherwise, he could have handled the translation and proofreading himself, without the need to pay someone to write a program.

Just as expected, once she mentioned it, the class group chat exploded—sure, they were computer science students, but who didn’t have a few relatives and friends?

Since it was about earning some extra cash, why not earn it for one of our own? We’re classmates after all, why let outsiders profit?

The translation and proofreading were soon taken care of, but then another problem presented itself before Li Xiaobin, “Xiao Bin, who will provide the standards for the seal script font and lexicon?”

Feng Jun finally realized, painfully, that no matter how willing he was to spend money, there were some menial tasks he just couldn’t avoid.

He had a simple seal script comparison chart previously, which he had added quite a few entries to, but creating a lexicon was nearly the death of him—often, he would translate based on experience.

He suggested Li Xiaobin make a similar chart, even personally instructing her on what to consider when creating it.

This time, he was spending the money to get this set of materials mainly to settle translation issues for good. Now it was just a Draft of Pot Camel Machine Operation Manual, but later, a manual for an “XXX Agricultural Vehicle” would work with the same asset.

He even considered translating some Earth Realm novels over to enrich their leisure culture.

However, he also felt that climbing the tech tree by force was no easy feat. Just one introduction was keeping him this busy; many web novels made it seem so simple for the protagonists who traveled to another world to establish an industrial system—that was really…

While he was instructing Li Xiaobin on how to make the chart, Zhang Caixin walked in.

She immediately saw Feng Jun leaning over the back of a young woman in a particularly intimate pose, and the little temptress was none other than his personal assistant.

Zhang Caixin blew up at once, “Feng Jun, what are you doing?”

Feng Jun glanced at her, then at his own and Li Xiaobin’s position, and slowly straightened up, “I’m teaching her to design a chart. What’s with the shock?”

Zhang Caixin, a woman of action, walked straight over. After seeing the actual chart on the computer screen, she smiled brightly, “I was just worried about you… not messing around with your secretary, you know. Preventing you from grazing too close to home.”

She knew that Boss Feng always prided himself on never grazing close to home.

Feng Jun rolled his eyes, “Was there really a need to get so worked up? Anyone who didn’t know any better would think I had done something to you.”

“What could you possibly do to me? You’re all show and no go,” Zhang Caixin snorted disdainfully. Girls her age really had no inhibitions, and even if they were wrong, they’d argue till they outpaced any opposition.

But she wasn’t one to cause a scene without reason, and quickly changed the subject, “Why aren’t you at the meeting?”

Feng Jun gave her a not-so-pleased look, “Do I need a reason not to attend meetings? Can’t you see how busy I am?”

I didn’t see you being busy at all, just preying on someone else’s innocence! Zhang Caixin grumbled inwardly.

Yet she also knew she couldn’t really say that out loud, so she stepped forward again to take a closer look at what Li Xiaobin was doing.

Seeing her settle down, Feng Jun sat on the sofa and started planning for the affairs that needed to be arranged for the trip to the Cultivation Plane.

Zhang Caixin lost interest after watching for a while, and noticing that the dozen or so flower pots in the living room were thriving, she strode over to admire them.

After less than half a minute, she sniffed and looked up, puzzled, “The air in this living room is really nice, it gives a very comfortable feeling… Do you open the windows often?”

Without lifting his head, Feng Jun replied, “Why else would houses in Peach Blossom Valley be so expensive? Good air… that’s a must.”

“It’s not just that,” Zhang Caixin shook her head, turned to look at him with a hint of confusion, “I came in from outside, and the air in your house seems especially good, how should I put it…”

She furrowed her lovely brows, thinking, before finally speaking hesitantly, “It’s… very refreshing here, I didn’t feel this last time.”

Li Xiaobin, who had her back to her, twitched her lips at the remark: Tch, shameless little flatterer, such disgusting flattery!

Feng Jun actually looked up at this comment, smiling and asking, “You didn’t feel it last time?”

“Humph,” Zhang Caixin gave him an unamused look, guessing what he might think, and affirmed firmly, “I’m not flattering you, it’s just… your place’s energy, it feels different.”

“Heh,” Feng Jun laughed, looking amused as he asked, “The air has energy now?”

Zhang Caixin sniffled again, her puzzlement persistent, “It seems… it seems not just the air?”

Coming from a lineage with Ivan heritage, her nose was particularly high and elegant, and with the little motions and expressions, she seemed all the more playful, radiating an unavoidable youthful vitality.

Feng Jun’s brows lifted as he reached for his mobile phone on the coffee table and began to swipe through it.

Zhang Caixin didn’t take notice. In today’s society, people dive into their phones at the drop of a hat.

She really was enveloped in some inexplicable sensation, feeling a bit keyed up and an indescribable joy throughout her body. Every cell seemed unusually at ease.

(That’s three updates for now. About the fan team, it’s just a perk, just enjoy everyone.)