Why it never ends

Chapter 122 Arrogance
"Forced logout?" The clerk hesitated, "We don't have it here."

"Is the computer lagging seriously?"

"Ah, it's very serious," the clerk replied immediately, "This broken computer has been stuck unreasonably since last week... Is this normal?"

"Of course it's not normal. It might be a wiring problem like other branches," Sean said softly, "Let me help you take a look remotely."

"That's great, please."

"Does your store use a wired network or a wireless network?"

"There is a wireless network and a wired network, and the work computer is connected to a wired network."

"What's your store code?"

"Let me see... uh, 057-22."

"What about the host number?"

"Excuse me, what is the host number?"

"...Let your store manager come here, he must know."

The clerk suddenly became a little nervous - he vaguely remembered that Algon's newcomer training mentioned these things. Although he never really understood it, it didn't affect his work in the store at all.

After officially taking up the post, he left those useless trainings in an unknown corner like the "Algon Newcomer Handbook".

He grabbed the phone tightly and said in a low voice, "It's not convenient for the store manager to answer the phone now, can you briefly introduce?"

"alright."

Sean started to introduce himself, and his speech was very fast, mixed with a lot of technical terms, so that the clerk had to be very attentive to roughly understand what Sean was talking about.

The clerk tried his best to recall the training he had heard before, and he did have some impressions of these things. The host number is the same as the store code, which is a string of numbers representing different stores, but the former is only used on the computer. If the equipment in the store is replaced, the host The number also changes accordingly.

Inside Allegon, they are nothing secret, just a string of digitized names in the information world, like the zip code between branches.

"...I explained it this way, do you understand?" Sean asked.

"Yeah." The clerk responded with a guilty conscience—he didn't understand much of Xiao En's explanations at all, and he carefully considered what he was going to say next, lest the engineer on the opposite side notice that he was in these concepts or Unfamiliarity with the process.

Fortunately, this colleague named Adam didn't seem to notice his rustiness in this aspect at all.

Sean continued, "Because our hardware has been updated several times in the past two years, I'm not sure where it is posted. Can you take a look?"

There was a flipping sound on the other end of the phone.

"If you find it, stick it on the side of the host."

Immediately afterwards, the clerk smoothly reported a series of twelve-digit numbers to Sean.

After hanging up the phone, Sean looked at the call time again: 5 minutes and 03 seconds.

He took a deep breath and dialed the third number without stopping - Allegon's internal employee support center.

In order to make his voice sound more mature, he stood up this time.

During the call, Sean pretended to be Bergman himself, the manager of the "Allegon" branch.

After dialing the special helpline for internal employees, he quickly and accurately reported the code of the branch, the host code and Bergman's work number. His appeal was simple:
Please tell me, what is my personal internal mailbox number?

The other person was obviously taken aback by this question—how could the employee not remember his email account?

Sean's voice was mixed with pleading and anger, "This account is usually saved by default on the computer, and it's not like the password that always needs to be entered—ha, I actually wrote down my damn password in the notebook, but my clerk Restarted the entire system, and the account is gone!"

Speaking of this, Sean's voice suddenly dropped again, "...do you need to check the password again? I can also find a secluded place and report it to you. How can I convince you that I am me?"

"No, no, I can't find your password here... Besides, you have already mentioned your personal number and host number, of course I believe you, but this operation is not in line with ours—"

"Please!" Sean tried his best to put himself into the role, his face even flushed slightly because of this, "There is already a long line of customers, and we can't pay normally if we can't log in to the system... Do me a favor Right! It’s just an account, what can other people do with an email account?”

"Okay..." The customer service on the other end of the phone was obviously persuaded, "Please wait a moment."

After a while, the customer service reported a string of email addresses.

Sean looked at his watch again. So far, a total of 22 minutes have passed. Although the remaining time was a little tense, everything went very smoothly.

He sat down again, and calmly re-entered the employee portal of Allegon's official website on the computer terminal. After typing Bergman's internal email address, his program began to continuously try to log in to this email.

Three minutes later, Sean's phone rang again.

"Hey?"

"Is it Adam, the engineer at the headquarters?" Bergman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Our branch has also experienced a forced logout of the account, and it also reminded me that 'the account is at risk, and the headquarters has been alerted' , do you have any clues now?"

"Ah, don't worry, it's normal." Sean frowned, "I'm still dealing with the situation on Oak Street—"

"How long will it take to recover?" Bergman's voice was very anxious.

"One hour?" Sean's voice was a little uncertain, "As I said just now, there seems to be a problem with the lines in your area, and I will restore them in order, so you can wait in the store. "

"One hour," Bergman exclaimed, but quickly regained his composure, "No, no, no, I can't accept it—on weekends, our side has the largest passenger flow in all of Tanyi. Restore our side!"

Hearing this sentence, Sean almost tried his best not to laugh out loud.

"Okay, okay, everyone says that..." Sean feigned displeasure, and muttered in a low voice, "Let me see if your internal mailbox is Bergman4587_ [email protected]? ”

"Yes, this is it."

"What is the password?"

Bergman suddenly hesitated and didn't answer right away.

Ordinarily, the other party is obviously an insider of Aili Gang, because he not only directly reported his internal email address, but also accurately gave an early warning of account logout, so he should not doubt anything anymore...

But a faint uneasiness suddenly emerged, as if reminding him that it was wrong to do so.

"Hello?" Sean urged, "Are you still there? There are really a lot of things on my side, if you are in a hurry, don't waste time—"

"Yes, I'm here." Bergman hesitated, "Do you need my password for maintenance?"

"Correct."

Sean didn't explain anything - no explanation could compare to decisive silence at this time.

Sure enough, after about ten seconds, Bergman lowered his voice and announced his password.

"Alice. 4611_0722."

"...Heh, whose birthday is this?"

"Yes," Bergman replied in a low voice, "my daughter."

Sean then asked some more irrelevant questions, and after a few minutes, he hung up.

Things are completely as expected-these old-fashioned middle-aged people are often unaware of social work methods.

(End of this chapter)