After completing the novice tutorial, Ning Wuyan learned about the basic functions of the system. He often deals with numbers and realized the important role of the system at the first time.

In all senses, he thought that the maker was a genius! What he cared about the most was that the calculator, whether it was addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, multiplication, square, square, and square, was so concise and clear.

Compared to abacus and calculation of the chips, it is not very convenient. The calculator also comes with the function of calculating trigonometric functions. After several attempts, he unexpectedly discovered the relationship between the sum of squares of two right-angle sides and the squares of the oblique sides, which makes him admire the producer's knowledge.

"May I ask, what price does it cost to use Sistem?" Ning Wuyan firmly believed that nothing does not require a price, this is true in the business world, and even more so in practice and learning.

"Using Xistrom, you only need to provide your own mental power to maintain the operation of the system. Of course, the soul power and mental power paid for recharge and purchase virtual products are also one of the costs." Noah always answers the questions that set the answers in seconds.

"Is this the only one? Do I don't have to pay extra cost when I use a calculator to calculate?" Ning Wuyan felt that the price seemed too small, and the temptation was often a trap.

"No, the calculation process uses your own computing power. Sistem only stimulates the potential of your brain and uses this computing power in a more reasonable form. If you try to calculate a larger number, please make sure that your mental power is full, otherwise it may cause undesisting consequences such as lag and crash."

Ning Wuyan keenly captured the keywords in Noah's answer, so he hurriedly asked: "What is the more reasonable form of utilization?"

"This is knowledge belonging to the producer, and Noah has no right to disclose it."

"Sure enough, the most valuable thing is knowledge. The producer must have mastered a lot of advanced knowledge."

The Internet is just starting out, and Lan Nuo does not intend to spread knowledge on a large scale. At least he has to wait until the Internet has a certain scale before he can spread the corresponding knowledge to attract programmers to fall into the trap.

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"Xiao Wang! Give me all the books that were not checked last week, and I want to check them." After obtaining Sistrom, even Ning Wuyan, who was middle-aged, wanted to try his new abilities.

The guy called Xiao Wang quickly brought a large stack of account books from the front desk, which was hundreds of pages thick.

"Master, please be careful! Even if you are a soul master every day, you will be exhausted even if you are a soul master!"

"It's okay, it's different in the future!" Ning Wuyan said this without thinking, and opened the timer that was accurate to milliseconds on the desktop panel. In the past, he calculated so many accounts, and even if he was exhausted, it would take four or five hours. He wanted to see how fast he would be after borrowing the calculator.

Seeing that the master did not listen to his advice, Xiao Wang had to continue standing aside and wait for the master's instructions. However, this time, he obviously found that the master was different from the past. In the past, every time he saw the account, the master had to ponder for a moment, and even knocked on the abacus to give a review. But this time he just glanced and gave annotations. He put the normal accounts aside at will, and the wrong accounts could be seen in a blink of an eye and changed them.

Xiao Wang followed Ning Wuyan for a long time, and also calculated the calculations carefully. He stared at a wrong account and secretly calculated it. After calculating for several minutes in his heart, he was even more shocked. It was obvious that his master was also a calculation of his mind, and he got the result in just a moment. This made him feel discouraged. Is the gap between the soul master and the mortal?

"One hour and thirty-seven minutes!" Ning Wuyan looked at the timer and couldn't help feeling relieved. His calculation efficiency increased by five times. If it was converted into an employee with poorer calculation ability, the improvement would probably be even more exaggerated.

In addition, the clock, office tools, cameras, and recorders that come with this system are also important office props. If you use them well, it will definitely greatly improve the management efficiency of the Seven Treasures Glazed Grape Sect.

"Noah, how can I get the others to get the Sisterm too?"

"Sistem has a sharing function. The first successful sharing can receive high rewards from 100 souls and 100 gods. After successful sharing, you can also receive rewards from 20 souls or 20 gods each time."

"The producer is encouraging sharing?" Ning Wuyan hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Will the information stored in Sistem be spyed by others?"

"So far, without actively sharing, it will not be snooped. It is almost absolutely safe to store information in the host's brain." Noah gave a rather objective answer.

As for whether the producers can peek at the information in their minds, this question is meaningless to ask Noah, and only a fool will admit that he can peek.

"It seems that this matter needs to be reported to the head of the family. If the accounts can be transferred to Xistem, the efficiency will undoubtedly be greatly improved, but it will also face the risk of information leakage." Ning Wuyan whispered to himself: "Even if it cannot be used to record important information, it should be promoted and used."

Clocks and calculators are important functions that can influence many industries.

Different people often see different things on the same thing, and this is true for Sistem. The second generation ancestor who wasted his time saw games, while the shrewd and capable workplace elites saw office assist applications.

And what others see is different content...

Tiandou Royal Theater, the most well-known theater in Tiandou City, gathers the artistic crystallization of the entire Tiandou Empire. Countless playwrights hope that their scripts can be performed here, and countless composers dream that their music can be played here.

Being able to step onto this gilded decoration stage is the ultimate dream of millions of art practitioners in the Tiandou Empire.

In the backstage practice room of Tiandou Royal Theater, Wendy Leslie is directing the band to play her latest songs. Although Wendy is over fifty years old, her identity as a soul master makes her look charming, like a woman who has just passed thirty years old. Her long dark hair is loosely braided into a braid, around her slender and white neck, and bypassing her, she carries the delicate collarbone on her left side, forming a dangerous hairstyle.

At this time, she was wearing a standard aristocratic public outfit, waving her green fingertips, directing a small band of thirty-three people to play moving melodies.

Just after halfway through the performance, Wendy frowned slightly, her hands stopped, and said in the air: "Stop! Wena! This is your third mistake today. Everyone rest for ten minutes. Wena, come with me alone."

The girl who is called Wena is a 16 or 17-year-old girl with short light golden hair combed into a neat ponytail. Although she is still a girl, her figure is already delicate. The black dress that I changed two months ago is now a bit tight when worn on her body. The black fabric is stretched by soft objects, smoothly reflecting the sunlight and emitting a mature fragrance.

Wena was named, feeling a little nervous, as if she had done something that would make the tutor angry.

Outside the practice room, Wendy stared at Wenna with a stern look: "Wina, you are one of my most optimistic students, and you are a genius who has hope to really play solo on that stage in the future, but your condition these days is really not satisfactory.

Tell me what affects your condition and I hope you can get rid of this effect as soon as possible.”

Wenna's expression changed, but she shook her head with courage. The gently swaying golden ponytail made Wendy's face gradually cool.

"The mentor, what influenced me was...the tunes I've never heard before, they sounded like slang tunes in a tavern, but they... were special..."

Wendy's face became colder: "So, you are absent-minded just because of some slang? You must forget them as soon as possible. The real music will only be born on the stage, elegant and holy, child! I don't want you to be tainted by the vulgar tunes."

Wena retreated a little, but gritted her teeth and insisted: "But they are really different. I think you should really listen, even if it's just for criticism."

Wendy frowned deeper, and a line of prompts appeared in front of her: "Sistum is installing, please don't resist."

【To be continued】
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