But isn’t it different now?
The days of wanton exploitation of workers are gone forever, and the factory director himself is not of such a character, otherwise he would not have been able to survive in the factory office where the major reshuffle was taking place and become the new factory director.
After thinking it over, considering that he had never seen such a situation before, the factory manager decided to report the matter to his superiors.
Since you can't solve it yourself, leave it to your superiors.
The outline of a report soon emerged from the pen of an experienced factory manager. The new line manager of a production line in Factory 22 not only had strong personal abilities, but was also very good at sharing experiences and never put on airs.
With his help, the defective rate of the entire production line dropped significantly, and production efficiency increased by about 20%...
After writing it truthfully, the factory manager made appropriate polishing to the less important parts, and finally an article seeking credit was born and was sent out quickly.
Coincidentally, for Hope City, playing badly and slacking off have become the norm.
This meant that many people had never seen a situation where tasks were completed in excess of targets, and even when this report reached the factory office, the responsible staff did not know how to deal with it for a while.
So they made the same choice as the factory director:
Keep submitting it until the document reaches the hands of someone who can solve this problem!
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The next afternoon, Mr. Arthur, the speaker of the Hope City Council, saw this "great article" and the three attached sub-files that followed it, which came from different review departments of the office.
Although he felt speechless and surprised, Arthur still figured out the key.
This is actually not difficult to understand. After all, everything was just as bad before. Although it has improved slightly now, it is only slightly. Who knew that this production line would suddenly become as powerful as if it had been injected with medicine?
After much thought, Arthur decided to replicate the experience he had heard about in his previous life and focus on praising these workers.
Of course, this is just empty talk. He still needs to get a salary increase, otherwise people will talk about him behind his back.
So Mr. Arthur quickly wrote a reply, asking each factory to select similar activists and have everyone come to the inner city in September to receive recognition.
The decisive battle with mycelium is on the agenda, and now the three exoskeleton production factories in the inner city have started working overtime. Such recognition is still very good for morale.
Thinking so, Arthur sent out his reply.
The director of Factory 22 soon saw the Speaker's personal instructions and felt that this was indeed a good idea.
But the selection is scheduled for early September, and there are still about ten days left...
Should we tell Ain and his friends in advance?
The factory manager hesitated for a moment, then shook his head:
Let's talk about it at the end of the month to prevent him from getting too proud.
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"Teacher, is this operation difficult?"
"It's average in theory, but the technical requirements are still very high. You have to study hard..."
In a room surrounded by pure white, an old man and a young boy are staring at the screen in front of them.
The younger doctors watched the teacher's operation intently, while the old man buried his head in the strange instrument in front of him.
This is a machine capable of performing surgery remotely, and it is connected to another terminal thousands of kilometers away.
Humanity's highly developed information technology laid the foundation for this operation, and the almost non-existent delay made this technology possible.
Seeing that the operation was coming to an end, the old doctor, whose head was buried in the instrument, breathed a sigh of relief and asked casually:
"Why are you the assistant today? Where is your senior brother?"
"Brother is not feeling well today, so I'm asking for leave."
"I see. That's a good deal for you. You're new here, right? What's your name? Uh-what?"
"Atropos."
"Yes, yes, and she's an international student."
The two chatted with each other intermittently, and the stapler quickly stapled the patient's wound, and the operation was successfully completed.
The old doctor let out a long sigh, then leaned back in his chair as if relieved, and stopped talking as if he had fallen asleep.
The young doctor pulled off the mask from his mouth, revealing a featureless human face.
At the same time, everything around seemed to stop.
He, or rather He, waved his hand, and the false illusion suddenly shattered, and the paint on the surface of the technological instruments and screens seemed to be peeling off.
Soon, the so-called remote surgery instrument turned into an unknown plant with vines, and the screen showing the condition of the patient in the distance turned into a huge eyeball.
As for the patient who had just completed the operation, he had a hybrid body similar to that of a human, but the space above the neck, which belonged to the brain, was empty.
The so-called surgery was nothing more than the reassembly of the body, and the seemingly sound sutures were actually made by the hyphae repeatedly passing through the skin.
This is the consciousness space constructed by Atropos. He allowed the owner of a brain to "wake up" to a limited extent and performed this bizarre operation.
Now that the operation is over, the owner of the brain will of course fall into hibernation again.
Soon, this brain will be implanted into the body by mycelium, completing a limited, false resurrection.
Under the filter imposed by Atropos, he will do many things for the will of the mycelium...
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In the misty forest, surrounded by several giant trees.
A strange "cocoon" is expanding little by little.
Below this group of giant trees, countless dead, semi-finished alien beasts were scattered all over the ground. Some of them had not even completely died yet, and had already been entangled by the mycelium below and could not move.
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