"The answer to a discursive question like this is usually not unique, it's open-ended.

“You must look for effective information in the question stem and consider the questioner’s purpose for asking this question.”

Kolev murmured: "This is unreasonable, Hanton, you cannot understand high-dimensional civilization."

"Yes, I cannot understand their original civilization form, but they have taken the initiative to reduce the dimension," Yang Ming said. "What is presented to me is a high-level civilization of the same dimension with a profound technology tree. And no matter what, there is a

The logic is interoperable."

"What logic?"

"Thinking bodies all feed on a sense of superiority," Yang Ming said with a smile, "No thinking body can deny the way to make itself happy."

"Huh?" Kolev was a little more confused.

Yang Ming changed into a more comfortable position and continued:

“The question stem is not just the sentence ‘Analyze the role of writing in the development of civilization’.

"Effective information, as well as the previous conversations I had with the tombkeeper, ranger, and examiner.

"The civilization that created the tombkeepers, rangers, and assessors should have already gotten rid of the limitations of words and be able to communicate directly between consciousnesses. They advocate the right to equality of consciousness and protect one's privacy to be qualified for communication. This means

What?"

Kolev shook his head honestly.

"The things they value most are consciousness, privacy, and the way to communicate. I bet they are a species that communicates directly with consciousness. The omnic city in front of them was created after they reduced the dimension and returned to our four-dimensional world.

Temporary carrier."

Yang Ming smiled and said:

“If we follow the normal approach to disintegration, we will naturally explain the key role of writing in the development of civilization and introduce the functions of writing.

"But is this a standard answer to the question of advanced civilization? I don't think so.

"So I took another gamble, betting that in the exam environment I was in, there would be an advanced intelligence that would give me my exam results. I didn't know what the other person's standard answer was, but I knew how I should write it.

, the other party will definitely give me some points."

"What you wrote is..."

Yang Ming raised a finger and shook it gently: "There is only one sentence: words are the shackles of civilization and a backward form that limits the efficiency of communication between consciousnesses."

The key point is the direct communication of consciousness!

Kolev suddenly understood.

He exclaimed, "This is a great insight. Did you get a score?"

"I passed the test smoothly, and my score was not low," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I figured out exactly what the examiner wanted to hear. What he wanted to hear was my unstinting praise for this lost civilization that communicated directly with consciousness.

"

Kolev's expression suddenly became strange: "In other words, you gained the recognition of this civilization by flattering."

Yang Ming's smile suddenly froze.

This is really the truth.

"What's behind?" Kolev asked.

Yang Ming shrugged: "The three examiners gave me some benefits and sent me out."

"I'm asking, how many layers did you get?"

"What do you think?" Yang Ming deliberately let it slip and continued, "If you want to carry out the second stage of the assessment, or in other words, truly inherit the legacy of this civilization, you must meet the most basic conditions."

Kolev murmured: "The foundation of civilization is a habitable planet."

"Actually, I need to have a first-level civilization for five years to be eligible for the second stage assessment."

Yang Ming sighed:

"I know this is difficult. I only have one ship and one artificial retarded assistant, so I need your help."

"Hey!"

Lu's figure jumped out on the dial, crossed his arms and glared at Yang Ming:

"Boss! I have never discriminated against your primitive and backward logical thinking. You must apologize to me!"

Yang Ming raised his hand and pinched the corners of her angry mouth. The projection was actually tactile.

This move made her so angry that she kept hitting Yang Ming's fingers with her fists.

"Children, don't interrupt when adults are talking, and be good."

Yang Ming dealt with it perfunctorily, then continued to look at the old man beside him and said seriously:

"Kolev, I have only kept the private parts that I cannot share with you. There is nothing concealed or false about the other information. I need your help. To be precise, it is your allegiance."

Kolev looked embarrassed: "We can think of ways to get a livable planet, which is something that can be measured with money. But the first-level civilization...is the first-level civilization that I understand?"

Yang Ming said: "Being able to make full use of all the resources of the mother planet is a sign of a first-class civilization."

"This is not an easy thing, my God."

Kolev was lost in thought.

Yang Ming took out the silver-white remote control and placed it next to Kolev.

"You can choose Kolev who doesn't agree, and I will only erase your memory of the last half hour without any pain. This is a gadget given to me personally by the examiner, gravekeeper, and ranger."

Kolev grinned: "If I agree to you, what happens next will be very exciting, right?"

“Quite exciting.”

"It's going to be a war, right?"

"High probability."

"There will be battles between warships, there will be intrigues and intrigues, right?"

"There may be less in the early stage," Yang Ming muttered, "I can't say clearly, after all, the development path has not been determined yet..."

"You don't need me to donate directly, right?" Kolev asked very seriously.

"Of course," Yang Ming said, "In fact, I have already made a plan. I need someone to help me coordinate the overall situation. What I value is your talent and ability."

"I did it!"

Kolev grabbed Yang Ming's arm hard:

"When you become the emperor, I will be your minister! It is best to be the minister of finance!"

Yang Ming smiled and said: "This first-level civilization is not necessarily a feudal system. Let's formally meet the new number two."

The girl on the dial was full of depression: "My name is Ritsu, please don't confuse me with other mechanical consciousnesses."

"She's so cute," Kolev said with a squinting smile.

Yang Ming curled his lips slightly.

Or Mimi Li has more girl power.

"We need to get on the road as soon as possible," Yang Ming reminded. "Five years are calculated from half a month ago, which is roughly the same as the calculation method of galactic years."

Kolev raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You stayed in the ruins for more than half a year? What else did you do?"

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Want to hear it?"

"certainly."

"That's another price."

"Hey!" Kolev was a little angry at being tricked.

"I'll pick you up in three days," Yang Ming said, "I'm going back to Feinan to make preparations. I need to find a relatively chaotic political system that will make it easier for me to get an administrative star."

"Where is your landing craft? This is the administrative star of the Cass Federation. You cannot enter at will..."

Kolev's mouth seemed to be stuffed with air.

In his sight, a man wearing a light blue maintenance suit had already walked to the window sill. A beam of almost transparent rays that slightly distorted the air broke through the clouds and shone on the man.

The next second, Yang Ming's body dissipated like particles, and the beam of light quickly became thinner.

A transparent battleship could be faintly seen flashing past high in the sky, but the administrative star's defense system showed no response.
Chapter completed!