After Feng Jun put down the phone, he didn't relax because he received a call from Mou Miao.

The structure of the pan camel machine has been negotiated, and the components have been manufactured. At present, the structure has been integrated, but there are still some docking problems that need to be solved.

Through prestige, Mou Miao sent a copy of "Operation and Operation Instructions for Boiler Camel Machine (Draft)" to ask Feng Jun to express his opinions.

The draft is really grassy. There are only three pages in all. All the introductions and operations are extremely simple words, omitting a lot of function words, and even real words such as adverbs. Just like people speaking foreign languages, they are basically jumping words.

But such a draft is very time-saving to write, and it can be seen that there is really a desperate rush to work there.

In addition, there are sketches, there are real photos, there are also pictures after hand drawing, insert files.

Feng Jun took a broad look, and felt that the operation really tested people. The diesel generator was much more troublesome. One was professional-level operation, and the other was a fool-type operation. It was impossible.

So he returned a prestige, hoping that Mou Miao will develop an improved pan-camel machine as soon as possible. It is necessary to emphasize fools and strive to achieve intelligence-we do n’t need to reach the level of robots, but we must also allow Donghua indigenous people to be roughly operational what.

Prior to this, Feng Jun was very reluctant to engage in popular science in the mobile phone plane, because of this, he did not even want to sell agricultural vehicles.

But now, he can no longer be capricious. The reason is very simple. If the generator is not promoted on a large scale, the walkie-talkie cannot be charged, and if the walkie-talkie cannot be charged, how can he gain a foothold in the cultivator?

Of course, or there are other modern products that can replace the walkie-talkie and help him take root in the fairy cultivator, but ... isn't this temporarily unexpected?

Moreover, I really found a new product, this product ... Everything is inseparable from electricity.

Therefore, it is the right way to honestly promote the pan camel machine.

Mou Miao quickly returned the news, saying that the improved model is also being developed, but it involves a digital circuit, which takes a little time.

Feng Jun didn't ask how much time it needed, because he suddenly realized that he had to translate the operation of the pan camel machine into the seal of Donghuaguo.

But this time, he couldn't ask those teachers for translation any more. If all of his products in Donghua were translated by these people, it would be easy for people to think of something.

But who can you find without translating these people? Could you please ask someone to translate?

This is really inappropriate. First, he may not trust others, and secondly, others may not trust him.

Feng Jun wants to come up with a translation software, which is a simple font conversion, plus a little intelligent machine translation.

He feels that this software is not too difficult to develop. The only thing that can be considered is that after it is translated into seal characters, will there be big deviations in many grammatical habits?

If you want to solve this problem, you will eventually need someone to proofread ...

Thinking of this, Feng Jun's head is big. In fact, he doesn't even know where to write software.

But this matter, he can no longer discuss with Mou Miao, nor can he discuss with those teachers, he must find another party.

Thinking of the big head, he couldn't help but pat his thigh, "I already knew that I had studied computer."

"What's the use of learning computers?" Someone sneered, not others, but his assistant Li Xiaobin.

She was wearing a home uniform and was mopping the floor with a mop. "I'm a computer learner, is it useful?"

Feng Jun blinked his eyes and asked questioningly, "Aren't you studying beauty salon?"

"Beauty salons are learned after going to society. I specialize in computer applications, and I could still pass into adult education," Li Xiaobin lowered his head, struggling against the floor, and with long shawls, she could not shake her forehead .

"But it's a junior college graduation, and you can only be a typist."

Feng Jun didn't want to listen to her complaint and blinked and asked, "Do you have any friends who can program?"

"Programming?" Li Xiaobin raised his head and frowned, "This ... depends on what program you plan to write."

Feng Jun said the request, and she reacted, "It's just such a request ... I guess it's enough to write a script. I'll ask you for it."

Li Xiaobin is not interested in computer programming, but in any case, she studied this major in her junior college. Now she has similar needs. She is also willing to chat with her classmates to show that she can undertake projects in this major.

Soon, there was a response from her classmates, saying that writing a script is enough, but if you want to achieve accurate translation, someone must proofread it, and it must be a Chinese language major.

Li Xiaobin said very calmly, "Party A of the project is very rich, and proofreading is good. I have a few classmates. This is what I read in college, so that they can earn some money."

Heavenly and honest, she really didn't lie. In fact, "Party A" of the project was fully proofread.

But she also knows that Feng Jun has too many chores, and he doesn't care about this at all. Otherwise, he can handle it from translation to proofreading. Why should he spend money asking someone to write a program?

Sure enough, she said so, her classmates blew up-they are not fake to learn computers, but who doesn't have relatives and friends who are not so good?

Since it's extra money, who is it for? Xiaobin, we are also classmates, why are we cheaper outsiders?

The translation and proofreading were done quickly, but another question posed before Li Xiaobin, "Xiao Bin, the standard of the seal font and thesaurus ... who will provide it?"

Feng Jun finally found out in pain that he would be willing to spend more money, and some hard work could not be avoided.

Previously, he had a simple comparison table for seal characters, and he added a lot of entries, but the thesaurus took his old life-many times, he translated based on experience.

He suggested that Li Xiaobin also make such a watch, even pointing her finger, what should be considered when making a watch.

This time he spent money on such a set of things, mainly intended to solve the problem of translation once and for all. Now it is only "Operation Instructions for Pan Camel Machine", and then come back to "Operation Instructions for XXX Agricultural Vehicle", which can still be used.

He might even consider translating some novels from the earth world to enrich his amateur life there.

However, he also felt that the difficulty of climbing the technological tree by force is not so great. Only a brief introduction has to be busy like this. In many novels, the protagonist can easily establish an industrial system. That is really ...

When he instructed Li Xiaobin how to make a watch, Zhang Caixin walked in.

She saw at a glance that Feng Jun was lying on the back of a young woman, her posture was unusually ambiguous, and that little **** was no one else but his personal assistant.

Zhang Caixin exploded in an instant, "What are you doing, Feng Jun?"

Feng Jun glanced at her, then at the posture of himself and Li Xiaobin, and straightened up slowly, "I taught her to design a watch. What are you doing?"

Zhang Caixin was an activist. He walked over and waited until he saw that the computer screen was indeed a form, and then he smiled, "I'm not worried about you ... Is it all right to be a secretary? Prevent you from eating nest grass."

She also knows that Boss Feng has always advertised herself and will never eat nest grass.

Feng Jun rolled his eyes, "Can't you be so excited? I don't know what I think is wrong with you."

"What can you do to me? It's just a silver-like pewter head," Zhang Caixin snorted disdainfully. Her girl of this age is really taboo. Even if she doesn't take reason, she will forcefully take the lead and firmly seize the limelight.

But after all, she wasn't a stubborn man, and finally the topic changed, "Why don't you go to a meeting?"

Feng Jun glanced at her angrily, "Do you need a reason not to go to the meeting? You can't see how busy I am?"

I didn't see you busy, I saw you eating someone else's tofu! Zhang Caixin hummed inwardly.

However, she also knew that this was not possible, so she went ahead and looked carefully at what Li Xiaobin was doing.

Feng Jun saw that she had been born, sat on the sofa, and began to plan the affairs to be prepared to repair the Immortal Plane.

Zhang Caixin looked at it for a while and found it boring. He saw a dozen potted plants in the living room growing vigorously, stroking his long legs, and walked over to watch it.

After watching it for half a minute, she twitched her nose, raised her head, and asked questioningly, "The air in this living room is very good, giving a very comfortable feeling ... Do you often open windows?"

Feng Jun replied without looking up, "Will the house in Peach Blossom Valley be so expensive? The air is good ... that is necessary."

"That's not the case," Zhang Caixin shook his head, turned his head to look at him, and said with a little doubt, "I came in from the outside, your house has a better air, how to say ..."

She wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows for a moment, and then hesitantly said, "Here ... it's refreshing, but I don't feel that way."

Li Xiaobin, who turned her back, heard the words and pulled the corner of her mouth: Bah, the shameless little coin pool, this fart is disgusting!

Hearing this, Feng Jun raised his head and asked with a smile, "Don't you feel it?"

"Huh ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Zhang Caixin glanced at him, and she guessed what the other party would think, so she spoke with certainty," I am not flattering you, but ... but your aura , I feel a little changed. "

"Oh," Feng Jun smiled and asked with great interest, "There is still air in the air?"

Zhang Caixin twitched his nose twice, and said suspiciously, "It seems ... it seems not to be the cause of air?"

She has the blood of Iwana, her nose bridge was originally very tall, and her nose was small. Such movements and expressions made her look a lot playful, and an unstoppable youthful breath came.

Feng Jun raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and took the phone of the coffee table, and pulled it up.

Zhang Caixin didn't care either. In today's society, people are always ignorant of cell phones.

She was really enveloped by an inexplicable feeling. She always felt a little excited, and there was an indescribable joy all over her body. Every cell seemed to be very comfortable.

(Three more, the fan team is just a welfare, everyone is happy.)