Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 43: The Rescue Plan of Lauer
Perhaps in some people's imagination, programmer is a very high-end profession.

Sitting on a modified chair, with eight screens in front of me, I think for a moment, my fingers fly on the keyboard, and then several black running boxes pop up, with codes clacking on them, and the background must be green 01 characters.

In fact, only programmers in movies and TV shows are like that.

The real workflow of a programmer is usually to think for a long time, type a few lines, run it, find that it doesn’t work, backspace, open a search engine, lean back in an ergonomic chair, and start scratching your head.

Now Drogo was scratching his head as he looked at a room full of old men and women.

I'm really worried that they will scratch the few remaining hairs bald. This kind of scene is not seen in game companies on Earth. Programmers can't work to this age, but mages can.

win!
There is no search engine here, so one can only rely on looking up books and scrolls. All the materials related to illusion in the Twin Towers City Library and the Repin Library have been cleared out.

Zhuo Ge had no choice but to buy another house, this time he bought it for real, with two floors for storing books and one floor for housing people.

Because the borrowing time of books is limited, a large database was established in Shenhai before the workshop development work began.

In addition to the contents of the collection, senior illusionists also contributed their knowledge. Perhaps after gradually realizing how groundbreaking the Visual Inscription Workshop was, they put aside their own prejudices.

No matter what kind of tool for capital profit-making it later became, the Internet, at its inception, was filled with the idealism and romanticism of a large number of technicians.

Of course, this database is still very simple, with only keyword search functions and no special algorithms to retrieve relevant information based on user needs.

On the bright side, at least there are no ads.

Old wizards, whose ages are approaching three digits, sit at their workstations consisting of white desks, with auxiliary equipment for constructing spells in front of them. The only thing they need to have a work badge around their necks to become a big factory is a work badge.

However, the salary offered by Zhuogo to them was higher than that of a hundred workshops in a large factory.

Work from 9 to 5, two days off on weekends, meals provided, all holidays off, and paid vacation.

The mages really voluntarily worked overtime out of their high enthusiasm for work.

There is overtime pay.

The R&D progress is not slow, so why do those bosses make their employees work around the clock?

Maybe it's because of his bad behavior.

Drogo Benlong did not participate in the composition of the inscription. There was no other way. His skills were too crude and he could not keep up with the pace of senior illusionists.

Even the small games he had made before had been rebuilt and iterated through several versions by the students of the Repin Academy through collective efforts.

So what he mainly does now is to do tests with those mage apprentices.

But testing is not an easy task either.

"Fulin, come on, I found a problem with your function."

"Where?" Fulin no longer looked as elegant as usual. She was wearing loose clothes, a pair of slippers, her hair was casually tied up, with a pen stuck in her hair, and no makeup on her face. She carried a bag of snacks with her wherever she went and could eat at any time to effectively relieve stress.

"Look, it's right here." Drogo turned on the illusion mimicry again and activated the function written by Fulin.

After a short delay, it ran smoothly.

"What's the problem?"

"Uh, there was one just now." Drogo tried it again and it still worked smoothly.

"If you pass on false information again, I will take action." After threatening Drogo with a grin, he returned to his workstation in his slippers.

"That's impossible." Drogo was very sure that he had just seen an error message.

So I tried again without believing it.

stuck.

"Flynn! I told you there was something wrong!" This time Drogo cleverly preserved the scene of the incident.

"Wait!"

The communication between technology and testing always gradually turns into yelling at each other.

Fulynn stared at the wrong part in silence for a long time, two streams of hot air spurted out of her nostrils, and Drogo watched helplessly as sparks burst out of the hot air.

"Mr. Long is very hot-tempered. Ah, it hurts! Didn't you say that he took action because of false information?"

"Then bite me!"

Fulin returned to her workstation angrily.

Half a minute later.

"Ah! Why can't I reproduce it!"

A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and a bug fix for a day. Drogo is tired.

He doesn't smoke, and there's no tea here. The Kingdom of Sutton has not discovered the Eastern continent that produces the magical little leaves that refresh the mind.

However, the planet's era of great geographical discoveries had already ended, and it is very likely that dragons would never have the chance to grow tea.

There was only coffee here, and he insisted that drinking it was like taking medicine.

The lounge also provides a variety of snacks and newspapers of the day.

I picked a card at random, first looked for the joke, then the cartoon, and finally reluctantly looked at the text.

"The Pope conferred the title of the Second Prince of the Roman Empire."

"There was a civilian conflict at the border of the Varian State."

"Shocked! A famous actor actually did such a devilish thing, and an innocent girl chose to publicly accuse him..."

No, Drogo looked at the slightly familiar exaggerated headline and wondered if his attack on the pharmaceutical factory had set a bad precedent for World News.

How come everyone has learned how to be a clickbait headline reader? They are really bad at learning this.

But you know what, I'm really curious about what's inside.

"Recently, actor Raul Winter, who became famous for his role in 'The Holy Mountain Trip', was accused. A six-year-old girl chose to expose his evil deeds, claiming that she was a friend of Raul's daughter Marin and was sexually assaulted by Raul himself many times while playing..."

It’s bad, the magic shadow actor who was just trained is gone.

"boom!"

The door of the lounge was pushed open. It was Aisha. And the battle axe, and the person he was holding, that person looked familiar, was it Huo An from the Wrangler Troupe?

I haven't seen him for a few months and he looks a lot darker and thinner, but why is he panting when he was brought here alone?

"Oh no!" said Elsa.

"What happened to Raul?" Drogo asked.

"how do you know?"

"The whole city should know by now." Drogo showed the newspaper in his hand.

Aisha took a quick glance and continued, "Now it's not just an accusation, the person has been captured by the Guards."

"Oh?"

Drogo smelled a hint of conspiracy. The reaction was too quick, the Guards and the newspapers acted in sync to raise the heat in the shortest possible time.

"Should we get the people out, or?"

"What if it's true?"

"Impossible, Mr. Raul would never do such a thing!" Huo An said hurriedly.

"So the question is, how long have you known him?"

"Um, two months, sir, more than two months." Huo An didn't know how to address Yalong in front of him, so he had to call him sir.

"Two months, is that enough time for you to recognize a person clearly?"

"Enough, more than enough. Mr. Raul would never do that." Although Huo An answered like this, his voice lacked confidence.

"Then should we just ignore him?" Aisha asked.

"We can't just ignore it." Due to his experience on Earth, Drogo really didn't have any expectations for the moral standards of people in the entertainment industry.

"Of course we can't just ignore it! People will die in the dungeons of the Guards!"

Huo An was right. In this era, there is no such thing as civilized law enforcement.

“So, we need to first figure out whether this is true or not, and if it is false, we should try to resolve the issue peacefully.”

"Is it true?"

"Tomahawk, how does the Orc tribe deal with members who attack children?"

"Cut the bottom off and feed it to the pigs!"

"Very well, that's it."

(End of this chapter)