From master to squad, there are six levels, with 112123 representing the respective serial numbers, meaning one master, one regiment, two battalions, one company, two platoons, and three squads. The number 07 behind it indicates his serial number within the squad.
This was a coding method that Xue Rengui had devised earlier, allowing for the identification of each soldier's identity at a glance without needing too many words.
"Yes, thank you for the promotion, Your Highness!"
Xie Zong immediately stood at attention and saluted, his grin stretching almost to his ears.
"Where is Motorola now?" Fang Er asked casually.
That fellow was currently the temporary head of the research institute, coordinating personnel to work on the matter of the big dog. Finding him would save a lot of trouble.
"This humble general will lead the way for Your Highness!"
Xie Zong nimbly took on the task, handing over the duty of guarding the entrance to others.
Compared to his last visit, the place had undergone earth-shattering changes. The reputation of being a construction powerhouse was not unfounded; over twenty thousand workers toiled day and night, completing nearly a hundred three-story wooden buildings every day.
Eucalyptus trees, vast and numerous, surrounded the area, providing local materials that were more convenient than using bricks or stones.
In the dean's office, Motorola's hands flew across the keyboard, typing lines of code with fluid grace.
You Rong had been brought over and was responsible for taking care of his daily life.
At this moment, she sat on a small stool beside him, watching Motorola with admiration, a fruit platter in one hand and coffee in the other.
Seeing everyone enter, she quickly stood up, but Fang Er immediately put a finger to his lips, motioning for silence.
He curiously leaned over to glance at the screen, but couldn't understand a thing.
"Little Motorola, this won't do!"
He said, pointing at the screen with a serious expression.
"Ah! Fellow villager? When did you get back?" Motorola was deeply engrossed in his work and appeared very pleased to see Fang Er.
Fang Er pointed at the code on the screen and asked, "What are you writing here?"
Motorola quickly replied, "Uh, it's a management software."
"There are more and more experts in the research institute, and their ideas are all over the place."
"So, I thought of creating a management software to let them record their ideas into the computer, to avoid the situation of losing inspiration."
"You wouldn't know, but those experts are all as messy as pigs; they'd jot down their thoughts and then just toss them aside without a second thought."
"I only thought of this after receiving feedback from the cleaning staff."
"Tsk tsk tsk~ Good! Excellent!" Fang Er was greatly relieved upon hearing this.
He had spared this fellow's life when he was caught stealing in Chang'an, and unexpectedly, he had found a use for him!
However, looking at the code on the screen, he said with some disdain, "Can't you write code in Chinese?"
"This is all English, must I make our Chinese heroes learn English?"
Motorola looked at him in disbelief, "No way! Fellow villager!"
"This is just low-level code; the software can be localized after it's written."
"You don't even know this, do you?"
Fang Er's face instantly darkened. Damn it, do I need to know this?
"Nonsense! I don't care if it's low-level code."
"This management software can stay as it is for now; give it to them to use casually once you're done writing it."
"Later, you need to lead people to develop a Chinese platform for me!"
"It must be Chinese, including the operating system and all development tools!"
"Remember, I'm not just talking about the user interface, but the entire underlying language, all in Chinese!"
"My requirements are not high; once it's done, anyone who can read should be able to use it."
"Furthermore, they should be able to develop different programs according to their own needs."
Motorola:...........
Fuck, is this something a human can ask for?
He quietly stood up, turned his back to Fang Er, and bent over.
"Fellow villager, compared to your suggestion."
"I would much rather you shoot me in the back!"
Fang Er kicked him, laughing and scolding, "Don't talk nonsense with me here!"
"There will certainly be difficulties, after all, so many people in later generations couldn't achieve it."
"But you must get it done."
"If you need people, you'll get people; if you need money, you'll get money. As long as you accomplish it, even if you want Bill, I'll have someone grab him for you!"
He didn't put too much force into his kick; Motorola merely stumbled and steadied himself. Hearing this, he immediately brightened up and ran back.
"Fellow villager, are you serious?"
"More real than real!" Fang Er smiled and nodded.
Motorola jumped three feet high with excitement, clenched his right fist, and shouted, "Yes!"
Then, patting his chest, he guaranteed, "Okay! I want a hundred, no! I want a thousand Bills!"
"And his partner Allen. Bring them here, and find a few good bilingual teachers. I guarantee I'll deliver what you want!"
Fang Er smiled and said nothing, but sat down at the computer desk and quickly wrote a note, handing it to him.
"When Old Wang returns, just show him this."
Wang Xuance had a complete set of personnel profiles.
From 500 BC to the 21st century, those who had influenced the world were clearly recorded.
Currently, he was leading two hundred torchbearers, traveling through various worlds.
As for the impact of the absence of these individuals on those worlds, that was not something Fang Er needed to consider.
If the main world were to disappear, everything would turn to dust; it was as simple as that.
After Motorola put away the note, Fang Er spoke again.
"Let's put the Chinese operating platform on hold for now."
"I've captured an unknown life form from under Mount Fuji."
"Quickly, gather people. Let's figure out what this thing is."
An unknown life form?
Motorola immediately became interested. Without a word, he walked over to another table and pressed the red button on the desktop.
"Wuuuu........."
Hearing this sound, Fang Er's mouth twitched unnaturally.
Damn it, he actually used the air raid siren to summon everyone; he was something else.
Damn it!
"Heh heh, fellow villager, there's one more thing I need to tell you before they gather."
"Having so many identical people together creates a lot of inconvenience."
"For example, Galileo is very gluttonous."
"There are currently 233 registered, but the cafeteria has to serve over 500 Galileos at each meal."
"Also, one of the 179 Keplers found a wife after coming here."
"Then the other Keplers would always sneak into his house while he was away, wearing the same clothes."
"His wife came to me crying yesterday, saying her husband was too amazing and asking if she could get a divorce."