"Quantum computer?"

"Yes."

Lin Lang turned his head and left: "You don't have to worry about that, this is what I desperately want."

"Don't I need to sign a contract, or other documents?"

"Not for you."

……

Yang Dazhou

In a small inland country that is crossed by the equator and is always scorched by the scorching sun.

There are no rich minerals or natural resources here.

There are only barren and dry land, and the eyes of local people are full of confusion and hunger.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but in Yangdazhou, a continent rich in mineral resources, this small country doesn't have any mining areas.

The people of this land suffer from hunger as a result.

But precisely because there are no scarce resources, a country that claims to be a lighthouse doesn't even bother to intervene in this land.

Residents of this small country have thus escaped turmoil and endless scrambles for resources.

Except for a very small part of the land in this country, which is a slightly richer urban area, the vast majority of people's clusters are in the form of "villages".

And on the border of this country, outside an inconspicuous small village, a little boy was looking for dry wood that could be used for a fire.

The boy was skinny, his eyes were dull, his body was dripping with sweat licked by the sun, and a worn towel was wrapped around his head, acting as the only means of sunshade.

rumbling...

There was a sudden tremor on the ground.

The little boy suddenly became flustered.He doesn't know what it is.

The country was far from earthquake zones, and he had probably never heard the word "earthquake" in his life.

Of course, this trembling is not actually an earthquake.

The little boy looked out into the open field.

Heavy off-road vehicles, trucks, and motorcycles were driving towards him with flying dust...

The little boy was frightened and stupid. He knew that this thing was called a "car". In their village, only a dignified person like the village head could own a dilapidated car that had been scrapped many years ago.

But that's too much, and the car is too big.

Is this the king's convoy?

The little boy yelled and ran back to the village quickly, throwing away the dead branches he picked up.

"Mr. Lin, this country named Jiamo is currently independent, and the supreme ruler in name is King Haig."

The little secretary took the materials that had been prepared a long time ago and introduced them one by one, for fear of missing any details:

"The main economic source of this small country is forestry and the cultivation of special crops, especially a special fruit..."

"The GDP is roughly equivalent to a medium-sized inland county in my country, and its economic level is relatively backward."

"The local first language is French, and some small languages ​​​​of neighboring countries are also used in daily life. It may be a problem for us to communicate normally with the locals here."

"Aren't there any French experts in the team?"

"Coincidentally, no."

The little secretary shrugged, and gently brushed away the hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat.

"I see."

Lin Lang looked at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun was still fierce.

"Has King Jiamo not answered yet?"

Hearing Lin Lang's question, the little secretary was confused and dumbfounded.

"This... We have sent more than a dozen emails to their country's only official website, and we have also made dozens of phone calls to the king's office..."

"But emails have not been answered, and calls have remained unanswered."

"..."

"I guess..." the little secretary stuck out her tongue, "Maybe their website is not maintained at all, and the king is never in the king's office."

"Alas..." Lin Lang rubbed his temples with a headache.

"We can't do the work without the consent of our family, right? It's probably going to involve international disputes."

"Mr. Lin, don't stop. Go to Wangcheng, the capital of Jiamo." The little secretary licked his dry lips: "This country's economy is backward, foreign trade is basically zero, and the chairman has no connections."

"This place doesn't even have a proper navigation, how to get there? Let's ask a local first."

Lin Lang's convoy temporarily stopped at a small village on the border between Canada and Mexico.

As soon as he got out of the car, Lin Lang was not surprised to receive a "warm" reception from the local residents.

The villagers gathered in the distance, looking at these light-skinned outsiders with cold eyes.

A child even gesticulated next to a man with a fleshy face, chattering something.

Not caring about other people's eyes, Lin Lang stepped forward and handed a small black box to the man who was obviously the leader of the village.

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The man gave him a wary look and took the box.

"Hello. I'm the Chief Engineer of the Wildfire Research Institute."

It is obvious that men cannot understand Lin Lang's Chinese.

With a question mark on his face, the little secretary almost went up and pulled Lin Lang away.

When did Boss Lin become a little abnormal?Can this common sense be forgotten?

But before she could take a step, a burst of vivid words came out of the small box that Lin Lang handed over.

"French?" the little secretary asked quietly.

"Ah."

"Boss, when did you hire an online translator?"

"Online? No, that's a simultaneous interpreter."

machine translation? AI?

The little secretary opened her mouth wide. You must know that the current mobile phones are generally functional phones that can only make and receive calls, and there is no translation software at all.

With only a small box, Lin Lang can replace the translation that others have studied hard for several years?

The image of Mr. Lin in the little secretary's heart became more and more unpredictable.

In the era of escaping from the wandering earth, all countries in the world cooperated with each other, and translation tools were naturally indispensable during this period.

The emergence of this simultaneous interpretation machine has largely solved the problem of language barriers.

"Grumbling..."

The leader was also taken aback, studied it carefully, and tentatively asked Lin Lang:

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

The leader's foreign language was also translated into smooth and natural Chinese by the translator.

This kind of high technology, in a backward village where mobile phones do not exist, is almost equivalent to the existence of magic.

"We come from..."

Lin Lang briefly explained the situation.

When he finished speaking, he keenly noticed that all the villagers were hostile.

"We don't welcome outsiders, get out of here!"

"us……"

"leave here!"

"Outsider! Leave!"

All the villagers shouted at the same time, took out some farm tools and knives, and walked towards the team of the research institute step by step.

The little secretary stood behind Lin Lang with some fear.

The scientific research personnel in the car had never seen such a posture, and they were ready to fire and leave at any time in a panic.

Bang bang bang!

A burst of gunshots made all the villagers scream and scatter.

"Mr. Lin, the way you civilized people handle things..."

"It doesn't apply here."

A burly white man with a beard and a towel wrapped around his head laughed and holstered his pistol.

"Here, whoever has the hardest fist is the boss."

"Huh..." Lin Lang thought to himself that fortunately, he hired a group of mercenaries when he passed by Kaiboluo before coming to Jiamo, otherwise he would really not be able to do such a thing of intimidating the aborigines.

"Do you want to start a war?!"

Seeing that the gun had been fired, the village leader pulled out an earthy Kalashnikov out of nowhere.

It really is a folk custom.

While Lin Lang sighed, his mouth was not idle:

"Don't get me wrong! We are here to make you rich!!"

He took a dollar bill from the little secretary and showed it to the leader.

But obviously, the currency in circulation in this place is not Dao Le.

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