A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Speechless all the way.

Even upon arriving at the outer section, nothing pleasant happened; former leaders' protégés and old friends came to provoke the naive young man.

Hey, why isn't anyone offering any emotional support? I just finished reflecting on the basic principles of the Diffie-Hellman key exchange protocol, which has already maxed out my rationality.

Add to that the installation and debugging of the client, and even the guy with the ahoge (cowlick) looked utterly silent!

urgent!

I'm going to become a robot!

Help!

Fortunately, our savior has arrived!

I have to say, the way the French rooster announces numbers is really hilarious!

Especially when they were reading out phone numbers, the young translator next to them looked pale and looked around for help.

Chirp chirp chirp...

The accompanying person nudged the translator: "Hey, that big-nosed guy said so much, why didn't you translate?"

The translator was on the verge of tears: "They've been talking for so long, but it's really just about phone numbers... Now they're arguing about whether one of the digits is wrong! Next time, tell the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications not to make French phone numbers so many digits..."

"What?! He's been talking for three minutes and all he's said is a phone number?" The accompanying person looked suspicious. If it weren't for a colleague who had studied there confirming that the translator was telling the truth, the translator would have been wrongly accused.

It's true!

法国人念电话号码不像中国人习惯一个数一个数地念。他们喜欢两位两位地念。比如，法国人不是念成9-8-6-8-4-2-0-8，而是念成98-68-42-08。想想前面介绍的，他们混用不同的进制，念这么一串数字，花的时间长，也就见怪不怪了吧！

But what exactly happened?

Hmm~ it's still Xiao Dai Mao's fault.

He just wanted to save time, so he simply copied the telnet interface and plugged it into the email system. It looked a bit odd, but as long as it worked, that was fine. Even though the interface was so basic that it only had a username and password field, and even though those two things were still just for show and completely useless.

But, Little Dai Mao has included the emoticons of Jiang Qiu and her sister!

What does that have to do with phone numbers?

Well, think about it. There's no such thing as a domain name now. If you want to send an email, you need an address. Just like when you send a letter in real life, you at least have to write down the house number clearly. Otherwise, even if the post office could fly, the letter wouldn't reach the recipient.

(Don't compare this to the old way of sending letters. Now, losing a letter is about as likely as winning the lottery...)

The same applies to email. So, it's perfectly normal for a phone number, combined with the new space division switch installed by the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, to directly use the phone number as a domain name.

……

As Big Nose operated the device, an error window popped up on Big Yellow's square head, with a crying emoticon swaying back and forth along the progress bar.

The big-nosed man muttered angrily a few times...

"What happened? The experiment failed?" The head of the external department frowned slightly and looked into a small office in the inner room.

The junior translator scoffed, "Boss, I knew they were going to fail!"

"what……"

The group of accompanying personnel looked at the young translator with grim expressions: "Xiao Guo! Why didn't you say so sooner if you noticed something was wrong!"

"Sir, shall we invite him in?" the accompanying person said, gesturing with his chin toward the small office in the back.

"No need, watch me!" The young translator walked over confidently and handed over a slip of paper.

The man with the big nose looked at it suspiciously, slapped his forehead, and began to check the number he had just entered on the slip of paper.

Immediately, a smiling Jiang Qiu emoticon floated on the screen.

Big Nose shouted, "Bah! Cen'est paspossible!" while quickly moving the cursor and pressing Enter.

“Je suis stupéfait.”

The two big-nosed men were surprised and began to examine the contents of the letter.

"What's going on? It's working again?"

The secretary seemed taken aback by the surprised expressions of the two big-nosed men, and raised her head: "Boss! Our Jiang engineers' stuff is always good! These two idiots just misread the number..."

"Huh? You can even mispronounce an eight-digit number?"

"These foreigners aren't all that great!"

"Exactly! He spent three minutes reciting an eight-digit number, and still got it wrong in the end..."

"They smell awful..."

Ignoring the whispers among our accompanying staff, Jiang Xia was laughing so hard he almost fell over in the small room.

The sanity that had just risen was immediately reduced to its lowest point.

"Is this French way of expressing numbers really that annoying?" Old Wang stood at the door, leaning against a small mirror to help Jiang Xia peek into the large office.

Jiang Xia covered her mouth and laughed for a while, a ripple appearing in her calm, still eyes.

“法语里没有类似seventy一样70的表达，只有60和10。他们的60，是个单独的名词。也没有eighty一样80的表达，只有4和20。所以在遇到70有关的数，在60上+10才行，遇到80有关的表达，就得用上40x2。90的话在80的基础上再+10再加对应的个位数才行。”

"I forgot to mention that they all have their own names from 1 to 16."

"What about 17?"

“那就是10+几，一直到19。到了20和20以后的数，那就是在20的基础上加上1到9。”

"Damn it, they're so convoluted, no wonder they're confused themselves! No wonder you said you need to be good at math to learn French!" Old Wang listened to Jiang Xia's explanation and counted on his fingers.

Forget it, destroy it!

Jiang Xia shrugged. This unique way of expressing numbers was quite confusing, but it was no wonder that people over there were so good at math; they probably learned it from counting phone numbers since they were little.

"Alright, this is settled. Go remind them again to have the French print out the document I put in the database. Tell them that we will continue to cooperate with them on subsequent updates, and they will understand."

"Huh? How come there's no way to get rid of it? The stuff in a cassette tape can replace so many old machines?" For the first time, Old Wang doubted what Little Dumb Hair was saying.

"Hmm! I wasn't sure at first, but after hearing the latest news, I think this deal is a done deal!"

As he spoke, the little guy with the tuft of hair stepped aside, and Secretary Liu appeared before Old Wang with a fake smile.

"Damn it! You're everywhere! Is IDCDC really that short-staffed?"

"Nonsense! Do you think I'm wronging you? Others can't even see me if they want to!" Secretary Liu adjusted the black-rimmed glasses she had specially put on.

"Breaking news! The Bald Eagles have added new members to their mid-range missile force deployed in Italy and Turkey. One is named 'Thor,' and the other 'Jupiter,' both with nuclear weapons!"

Old Wang exclaimed in surprise, "This...this is aimed at Big Brother, isn't it?"

"Well, don't forget, in Western Europe, the French aren't far from them..."

"So, the French are getting anxious?"

"Correct!"

"What does that have to do with digital communications?"

"Semi-automatic missile interception!"

"Will it work?"

"I don't know! But at least it's something to comfort myself! At least I can just glance at the intercept coordinates when reporting them, instead of having to write it down." Jiang Xia interjected impatiently.

"Let's hurry! We still have three big exam papers to finish..."

Jiang Xia pointed to the sealed bag in Secretary Liu's hand, and Lao Wang immediately put the matter of the Gallic Chicken aside.

"Can you spare another hour?"

"I want to eat shit!"