Big Data Cultivation

The people with Beauty Lin heard that Feng Jun brought back repair manuals for warships and mechas, and they were indeed thrilled.

These professionals clearly understand how much stronger a repair manual is compared to a user manual.

So right from the start, everyone went all out, translating as quickly as possible.

There were only three interconnected quantum computers, but there are many computers in the Earth Realm, so Beauty Lin organized an expert team of eighteen people. However, after a day of work, the team swiftly grew to over sixty people.

This wasn’t a Human Wave Tactics though; the key was that the amount of information was so large that a dozen people simply weren’t enough!

Sixty people... actually still not enough, but considering professional factors and the need for confidentiality, there can’t be more in the short term—some master’s students have already joined.

But for Li Shishi, having sixty people translating really was a tragedy for her—to know that all sixty people were working with machine translation.

To translate a pure alien language via machine, without any big data learning or reference, just simple database swapping, the translation would be so terrible that the scene was simply unbearable.

Yet, Huaxia’s researchers aren’t the ones to fear facing challenges; the simplest machine translations have those sixty people overseeing, trying to correct various errors despite the errors being widespread. It doesn’t shake their determination.

However, finding mistakes is easy, but correcting them isn’t, especially when it involves the repair of military equipment where the specialized terms are abundant.

So after a day of machine translation, each of these sixty people could only produce a draft of two to three thousand words, and even then it wasn’t the final version—a lot of places were contentious, and there were plenty of blanks because they didn’t know how to translate them.

The two to three thousand word drafts aren’t much, but multiplied by sixty, it’s quite terrifying.

Li Shishi doesn’t read articles quickly, especially those filled with specialized terms—to know she studied in an animation field, the concepts related to military equipment were perhaps only "ship girls" or "air guns" and such.

Seeing these translated drafts made her really want to cry, I understand nothing.

What’s more frustrating is that she didn’t understand the language of that world very well either—it was directly instilled into her mind using Divine Sense by the boss, and it wasn’t easy for her to use it fluently.

Facing pages full of specialized terms and blanks, she only needed to look twice before wanting to run away, however... she could only think about it.

Though she was particularly tough, she wasn’t really clueless; she knew the boss was dissatisfied with her complacency as a nobody, and she knew even more clearly: if Luohua ever kicked her out, her future would definitely be filled with tears.

In terms of laziness, indeed, she had a heavier burden, but she could still distinguish the important from the trivial.

She yawned, revised about twenty drafts, and then—twelve hours had passed.

Less than two drafts an hour, but there was no choice, she really couldn’t revise more. Even so, many people cautiously expressed dissent in her revised drafts: Is your wording... somewhat lacking in precision?

Li Shishi was willing to discuss meticulously with them at the beginning about how to achieve precise expression to reflect her sense of responsibility.

But after two hours, she found she had only proofread one and a half drafts, and she exploded directly: I’m just a specialist education graduate, I understand nothing, you guys bully me with professional knowledge, even form groups... is it really appropriate?

Anyway, she was already feeling terribly wronged, and when people of Beauty Lin observed she was showing signs of collapse, they didn’t say more, thus after enduring for twelve hours, she went to find Feng Jun to complain.

Twelve hours wasn’t the point, the point was that only twenty drafts were processed in twelve hours. To process all sixty drafts, it would take at least thirty-six hours—and these drafts couldn’t satisfy the other party.

So now what Li Shishi wants to say is: Didn’t you say... just two hours a day?

Feng Jun was still very concerned about the state of document translation—after all, he still had a large amount of documents waiting to be translated.

So he asked Li Shishi in detail.

After asking, he laughed, "This is the adaptation period; you work a little harder, they’re initially mastering a new language, definitely need a process to adjust... stay assured, at most one month, your working hours will be controlled to within two hours."

On this, he really had confidence, a country investing efforts to do something, the efficiency would be unimaginable. Gu Hongming learned a foreign language in three months; with so many talented people concentrated together, and modern electronic equipment, is it hard to decode a language in a month?

Li Shishi was still a bit wronged, "But my cultivation... what to do?"

"Oh, come on," Feng Jun couldn’t help but jab after hearing this, "Cultivation? When have you reached Qi Refining Second Layer, then I’ll hand this task to someone else, sound good?"

After sending Li Shishi off, Feng Jun materialized some electronic versions, and finally after a day, returned to the Insect World.

Because he wasn’t using any typed words, he was still in Salina’s office; even Salina’s terminal, only went offline for a moment, causing no alarms, and before returning, he had deleted all those downloaded files.

"Leave the explanations to Salina," Feng Jun closed the terminal and stood up; at this moment, the rain outside the window hadn’t stopped.

He exited the military headquarters and came to the metal recycling company, the last heavy truck had just left, and now the underground warehouse didn’t have a bit of energy stone left, only some barely noticeable energy stone fluctuations remaining...

The next day, it was another harassment by the Insect Race on Xiajing City, and Feng Jun’s heart was already somewhat sick of it.

However, he restrained his emotions well—I’m just sick of it, but for some family in Xiajing City, this might mean a disaster, I shouldn’t be so indifferent.

Yes, he always considered himself as someone who reflects on things well.

In the afternoon, when he was materializing electronic versions, he suddenly discovered that Ninth Brother actually appeared, right on the street ravaged by the Insect Race, shooting and shouting angrily, "Damn it... Chen Family people aren’t so easy to kill!"

What did this mean? Feng Jun was a bit confused, he completely didn’t understand why Ninth Brother would do this—how much did he drink at noon, to get drunk like this?

Could it be you think... if killed by the Insect Race, the business deal we agreed on would be voided?

To grow such a thought wasn’t strange; Ninth Brother agreed on the deal with him, having received ten thousand tons of energy stone as a deposit. If he sought death voluntarily... and died in a way that convinced everyone, surely the business would end here.

For one person to die, it equals ten thousand tons of energy stones... this business is worth it.

And it’s just Ninth Brother, a random person dying on the roadside, not to mention ten thousand tons of energy stones, even ten tons might not be worth it.

But this thought flashed in Feng Jun’s mind too, to him, what the other thinks really wasn’t important—you truly dare to die, I would consider the ten thousand tons of energy stones as a total loss... after all, I was just looking to do charity, I was only lacking an excuse.

However, the strength of Ninth Brother isn’t just talk, in a thrilling moment, he jumped into a collapsed building by the roadside, and then disappeared.

"What is he trying to do?" Feng Jun grew increasingly curious; he didn’t believe Ninth Brother was forced by the Insect Race to such actions—that possibility was very slim, "Is he trying to attract the Insect Race’s attention?"

The possibility of attracting attention was significant, and Ninth Brother ’s appearance today was in a mecha, making the provocation towards the Insect Race evident, though the Insect Race might not notice such a small ant, but... what if they did?

One should never underestimate the Insect Race’s ability to retaliate; two days ago, when Feng Jun killed insects in the mall, retaliation came swiftly, and luckily he dodged quickly, or else he’d inevitably be hit.

He didn’t quite understand Ninth Brother’s tactics, but he didn’t intend to concern more—every individual in this brutal war is a small figure, even he didn’t have the qualification to fight in Outer Space.

Thus he turned his attention to the Boss Lady’s mall, and found that today the mall was attacked particularly hard, and soon had several holes over a meter large.

Fortunately, the mall’s overall protective shield was still effective, and the exposed places were rapidly patched by construction robots. Of course, aesthetics couldn’t be guaranteed, but working overtime at night would freshen it again for the morning.

Feng Jun knew the Boss Lady cooperated with Ninth Brother, and observing the situation he couldn’t help but speculate: could the Insect Race know energy stones increased in the mall and thus attacked more fiercely?

Anyway, he had no tasks and hid in a dilapidated house, pondered and speculated endlessly.

However, later he learned the Insect Race’s increased attack on the mall really was connected to the replenishment of energy stones.

That night, heavy trucks drove into the underground warehouse of the metal recycling station, and Ninth Brother had already prepared the production line, along with continuous supply of raw materials, which were also pulled in.

The raw materials were more than Feng Jun had anticipated, primarily because they were lighter in weight and relatively larger in volume. After transporting until almost dawn, it was just barely completed, while repeatedly subjected to checks by the City Defense Army.

But the items loaded on the trucks were transparent, meant as raw materials for pharmaceutical production, not afraid of inspections.

The City Defense Army did ask why transfer raw materials at this time, to which the driver innocently replied: needing to vacate the warehouses, feeling this warehouse was still safe, thus moved resources here... this is quite normal, right?

With dawn approaching, when Ninth Brother was pondering how to contact the other party, Feng Jun quietly appeared beside him, "What happened yesterday during the day...?"