This ‘office worker’, whose name has not been disclosed so far, is saying that this job is high-tech.
Although Katsuma Ikuta majored in architecture, after working in a laboratory for the past few years, he has learned a lot about biology and technology.
Biocomputers use protein molecules produced by bioengineering technology as biochips to replace semiconductor chips stuck in the bottleneck of Moore's Law, use organic compounds to store data, and use waves to transmit information.
However, biocomputers are still just an idea so far, and the theory is not perfect, let alone a real thing.
But now, this "office worker" who always has a smiling face says that they are a technology company that engages in bio-computer, and they use human brains to form a bio-computer matrix.
This sounds very embarrassing, let alone making money so easily.
You must know that since ancient times, money has been hard to make and shit has been hard to eat.
Opportunities to make money on your knees are rare, and you can’t make it if you want to. You often have to squeeze your head and lose your head to get this opportunity on your knees.
But now, you can actually make money lying down.
This kind of work has never been heard of, let alone seen.
If this is really a high-tech company, the work content is so easy, and the pay is not low. If you want to recruit people, you only need to post a notice. Then there will be dozens of people who want to make this money, not to mention the dozens of people who are here now.
It’s a person, even if I add ten thousand words after it, I’m afraid it’s just a fraction.
Katsuma Ikuta forgot where he heard this sentence. If a job is very profitable, has a high status, and does not require much payment, then the threshold for this job is likely to be comparable to that of Gantry.
In contrast, the job in front of me has a low threshold and can basically be done by one person. It is so easy that you can complete it while sleeping. The pay is not low, but there is no big fanfare to recruit people.
If there were no problems, Ikuta Katsuma could eat all the tables in the room.
But...
Ikuta Katsuma watched that under the arrangement of the 'office workers', the people who came here were finding their seats to sit down and put on their helmets one after another, and then some were playing with their mobile phones, some were sleeping, and some were chatting. It was obvious that each one of them was not
Here comes the first time.
The newcomers also found an empty seat to sit down under the explanation of 'office workers' or the temptation of high salary, then picked up the helmet on the table, looked left and right, and then carefully put it on their head.
Go up and wait uneasily for the 'work' to begin.
The office worker who had finished his work turned his attention to Ikuta Katsuma, who was still hesitating. He still had the standard smile on his face and said: "What about you, do you want to try this job tonight? We can pay on a daily basis, or you can work on a daily basis.
Hourly billing fee."
"I..."
Ikuta Katsuma wanted to refuse. After all, this job was too easy. This company was full of weirdness inside and out, so Ikuta Katsuma wanted to leave to avoid getting angry again.
But...
Looking at the salary schedule posted on the wall, he only had to 'work' for twelve hours a day to earn money that would only take an average person half a month. This was higher than when he 'worked' in the laboratory before.
But when he thought about the inaccessible laboratory and the TPC that kept its promises, Katsuma Ikuta felt very uncomfortable and even annoyed.
He has been running around these days just to find an explanation for himself and to secure this generous reward.
However, the black and white words stamped with red stamps have become empty words.
What you see are ugly faces, what you hear are ugly words, and the occasional righteous words have no meaning, and they are all superficial.
Ikuta Katsuma ran around but found nothing. It was precisely because of this that the frustrated Ikuta Katsuma went to an izakaya to vent his depression with alcohol, but he didn't expect to bump into this 'special' company and was arrested.
Bring me to this weird place.
Katsuma Ikuta wanted to leave, but he didn't move his legs.
There are many reasons. The person in front of me is very strange. He may be a space person from urban legends. This company is very unusual. It is still in the basement. Maybe the door is closed and you can't leave even if you want to...
But in fact, there is only one real reason, and that is -
money!!!
He was short of money and couldn't find a job for a while, but this company gave him high remuneration and easy work.
"I...I..." Ikuta Katsuma hesitated, looking at the people who were already sitting at the 'workstations', and then at the rewards on the wall, but he couldn't move his legs.
Money makes a hero brave!
This world is no longer a world where one can travel around with reason, but only one who has money can travel around.
To put it bluntly, even if the earth is going to explode the day after tomorrow, what does it have to do with me who will starve to death tomorrow?
Now Ikuta Katsuma is almost hungry. If he can't find a job anymore, he will really have to go to the supermarket to try out food.
And even if I can find a job, will it be so easy?
Anyway, judging from Ikuta Katsuma's previous work experience, each company is more demanding than the other, and the bosses are more picky than the others. They always want to make people do work for ten cents for every penny they pay.
You can make money while sleeping, and you can work even if you wear a helmet...
If I missed this kind of job today, will I be able to encounter it again in the future?
There's even a chance that this job won't last long.
After all, there are so many questions these days. Relatives contact relatives, and they may start to make requests at some time. If this company is really involved with "space people" or something, then it may become the same as the TPC laboratory.
Disappeared.
So how about making some quick money?
Katsuma Ikuta was shaken in his heart. So what if there were problems with this company? So what if monsters were involved?
If the sky falls, there will be a tall one to hold it up.
He is just a small citizen, an ordinary person who is busy with three meals a day and three loans in his life. It is not easy just to live. Does it have anything to do with cosmic beings, monsters, etc.?
TPC didn't even fulfill the signed agreement and didn't pay him a penny. Why does he care so much?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the saying goes, luxuries and wealth do not take care of me, but global warming is blamed on me?
I can barely eat, so why do I think about the safety of the earth? If I starve to death tomorrow, then what does the future of mankind have to do with me, even if it is a great future?
This is an emergency for me.
Avoid the risk of starvation.
Ikuta Katsuma convinced himself, nodded to the 'salary worker', then walked to an empty seat and sat down, picked up the helmet on the table, and observed it carefully.
The shape is about the same size as a motorcycle helmet, but it's very heavy. It weighs about seven or eight pounds when I carry it. The material looks like metal, but it feels as smooth as plastic. It looks like a circuit board with lines on it.
, connected to electronic components, densely distributed all over the surface of the helmet.
It's not even encapsulated, it's just exposed, it looks very rough, and it looks like it was made in a handmade workshop, which further confirms Ikuta Katsuma's guess that the person who recruited him may really be a cosmic person, and this is used to form biological creatures.
The computer matrix helmet is probably alien technology, and maybe it was made by the 'office worker' in front of me who always has a smile on his face.
While Katsuma Ikuta was curiously checking, the voice of an "office worker" came from the front: "Okay, everyone put on your helmets. There are a lot of new people here today. Let me talk about the job requirements again.
After work begins, you must report to me and obtain permission before you can take off your helmet. Once you take off your helmet without authorization, your salary will be deducted for the first time, your salary for the second time will be deducted for a week, and we will have to ask you to leave for the third time.
But as long as you wear a helmet, you can do whatever you want, whether sleeping, chatting, playing on your phone, or anything else.
Okay, now everyone should check the wearing of helmets. In fifteen seconds, the work will officially begin."
Hearing this, Katsuma Ikuta became a little nervous and jumped up and down. He didn't like changes and knew nothing about the work he was about to start, which made him a little uneasy. He couldn't help but swallow, and then
I saw the lines hanging from the bridge in front of me lit up, flowing like water, emitting silver light.
Eventually it flowed to these sci-fi-looking helmets, and spread quickly, lighting up one electronic component after another, making the originally silver-painted helmet appear even more dazzling, looking like silver.
Cast in general.
"The work begins!"
As soon as this idea came to Ikuta Katsuma's mind, he felt dizzy, as if he had a heatstroke, and the world was dizzy, and it was quite uncomfortable.
But this feeling did not last long, as if it was just a moment. Before Katsuma Ikuta could lie down on the table, his consciousness had returned to consciousness, and he could not feel any dizziness, as if it did not exist.
"This is..." Ikuta Katsuma was startled, and then he saw other people swaying. Apparently he was not the only one to encounter this situation.
Then I heard the voice of the 'office worker': "Don't panic, everyone. This is a normal reaction when you first touch the Internet. As long as you don't take off your helmet without permission, you can do whatever you want."
This...starts working?
Ikuta Katsuma's heart was full of questions. He only fainted for a moment, and then he felt nothing else. If it weren't for the heaviness on his head, he might not have even felt this heaviness at all.
This made Katsuma Ikuta completely incomprehensible. He thought that a biological computer that sounded very technological was so advanced, but this was the result?
Why do you think you are building a nuclear bomb, but you are actually driving screws?
So what’s next?
Ikuta Katsuma looked around carefully, only to find that everyone was acting more recklessly. Some had taken out a pillow from the hole in the table, then lay down and started to sleep; some were holding mobile phones and staring at the screen intently.
Beep started playing a game; a few people next to me were chatting away, talking about trivial things about their parents, and none of them related to 'work'.
This made Ikuta Katsuma couldn't help but ask: "How many times have you... come here?"
"It's been almost a year," a man next to him who was over fifty years old looked at Ikuta Katsuma with a smile and said, "Don't worry, the boss is very willing to pay you, and you can work day by day, even if you work for an hour,
I’ll settle the payment for you.”
"Then..." Ikuta Katsuma hesitated for a moment, glanced at the 'office worker' sitting in front of him with his peripheral vision, and said in a low voice: "For such an easy and high-paying job, call your family over and do it together.
, Aren’t you making more money?”
"Hey," the uncle curled his lips and said, "Don't you think it's strange that such a good move can be done so sneakily?"
"Well..."
Ikuta Katsuma was speechless for a moment. Of course he felt strange, but speaking ill of others while making money on their territory, okay?
"The pie will not fall from the sky. If it does, it must be poisonous," the old man said quietly, "But even if it is poison, you must eat it, otherwise the family will starve to death."
"You also... uh, can't find a job for the time being?"
These words seemed to touch the old man's sadness, and he let out a long sigh and said: "I used to drive a taxi. I was the fastest and the last to pick up the taxi. Naturally, I earned the most, especially those few days."
In 2017, almost everyone took a taxi when going out, and tipped a lot. The money earned in a month could buy an apartment in the city center.
But soon, this will no longer be a good thing, but at least I can still make ends meet.
But I don’t know since when, cars can run by themselves without people driving them, and they run fast and steadily. Young people also lower their heads and play with their mobile phones when they get in the car. They don’t like to communicate with others. This is not good.
Cars that can run when someone needs to drive them are very popular with them.
I could only find other jobs. I worked as a construction worker. But within a few years, buildings were also built with iron lumps. When I looked for other jobs, I found that iron lumps were used to transport goods. Small planes were used for take-out and small planes were used for express delivery.
Cars don’t need people for anything, they only need people with knowledge and culture.
But where do I have this thing? In the end, I came here. At first, I was scared and worried, but in the end I thought about it, we can’t do anything, and we will die. What can we gain from it?
If someone takes advantage of it, they’ll have to pay for it.”
"That's true." The old man's words resonated with a young man next to him, who joined their chat group and said: "These days, people who don't pay are very rare, let alone those who take your money but don't
I remember your good deeds and take it for granted. I even took your money and stepped on your head to be my master. Alas!"
"That's right, no matter what this is, at least people pay me happily and there is no mess. That's enough. Why do we, ordinary people, care so much?"
"Yes, we just earn some hard-earned money."
"..."
A group of people were wearing glowing helmets, chatting or complaining. They were all people who were unhappy in life or work, some were lazy, some wanted to make quick money, etc. The ingredients were very mixed.
But it is really extraordinary that such a miscellaneous group of people have stayed here for so long and made so much easy money without letting this job spread.
Ikuta Katsuma was chatting and thinking about things. At the same time, he was also thinking about whether tomorrow would be like what they said, and they would give him money happily so that he could work for a while longer.