Brainoid

Now we're just waiting for the people in the management department to make progress in negotiations with the striking administrators outside. But another twenty minutes passed, and the top executives of the brain-like body company and government officials were still just sitting in the conference room.

Qi Min was sitting next to Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan, and suddenly a line of words appeared in front of his eyes: "I'll get off first."

She turned to look at Anton, who winked and signaled. Qi Min looked at the time again. It was indeed time for Anton to prepare dinner, and he had nothing to do if he stayed here.

"Come on." Qi Min also sent him a message back. The design inspiration for this "private message" function within Brainoid Company may have come from the use of particles to write on the retina in "Three-Body: Once Upon a Time on Earth". This method of communication can only be seen by one person, and it also occupies the center of the other person's field of vision, making it completely impossible to ignore.

Later, because this method of communication would be too annoying if abused, it is no longer used internally by Brainoid Company. It's just that Qi Min will definitely not bother Anton. In a stable and intimate relationship, it doesn't matter what kind of communication he uses.

Anton disappeared in his chair so quietly that no one seemed to notice.

Qi Min also wanted to disappear. She could hardly help in this situation. But her position was too close to the middle, so she couldn't leave quietly no matter what.

After about ten minutes, she finally lost her composure: "I said, comrades...should we just wait here?"

All the government officials opposite looked at her in unison. Qi Min couldn't help but shrink back, but he still turned to Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan and said: "If the management department can't reach an agreement with them, we can let them go again." Will someone else go?"

"Don't worry, we've only been talking for a long time." Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan comforted her gently.

She pulled out a holographic screen, on which was the consensus reached between the brain-like body company and the striking administrator representatives, which was released in real time. Raising pay, reducing working hours, setting work intervals...it looks like there's already some progress. However, the management department of Brainoid Company has made a lot of concessions, but still does not meet the expectations of the other party's representatives, which also shows that perhaps deactivating the monitoring assistant is more important for administrators.

"The current delay is still within the acceptable range." The person speaking at this time was Zong Yiwei, the deputy manager of the management department of the brain-like body company. "The suspended project in Beijing is declared to be under maintenance, and we can take this opportunity to launch the R\u0026D department. The recently released beta version of the physics law system. If the strike continues until Sunday, I suggest going to privately persuade some administrators to come to work."

In other words, they are urging people to become "scabs." Qi Min despises scabs, and of course he despises capitalists who secretly induce others to become scabs. But now from the employer's standpoint, she had to admit that this was indeed a very effective way to break up the strike.

"It's also a way, but it's not to this level yet." Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan said calmly, "Unless the strike affects the normal work of the companies with resident brain cells during the working day, we do not intend to escalate this conflict to a Completely antagonistic conflicts between labor and capital.”

This is also normal operation. Although the grassroots managers were forced to go on strike because they were in a hurry, the brain-like body company as the employer was far from being "in a hurry".

However, Qi Min's ability to empathize with individuals is weak, but he is still quite clear about the class position of proletarian workers. If it really drags on, the administrators' situation might become even more difficult. She thought for a while and suddenly said: "The guardianship assistant... is not completely unable to make concessions."

"Mr. Qi, what do you mean?" Zong Yiwei, the deputy manager of the management department, frowned.

"As the saying goes, 'Don't worry about scarcity but inequality'. If brain-like body companies all use monitoring assistants, and the workload of each position is completely transparent, it may be an acceptable method for them." Qi Min said with some hesitation.

"How does this work?"

"Whoever wants to announce it?"

"Is this going to be more involution?"

…

Several executives present who had not spoken until now started talking in low voices.

Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan glanced at her with some disapproval, and then Qi Min added: "Of course, for most positions now, workload is not directly linked to performance pay, but is only used as an auxiliary reference for analyzing data."

This seems to be no problem. Some people will definitely worry that the work intensity of certain positions - such as the professional managers here - is objectively much lower than that of grassroots administrators and researchers. If they all monitor brain activity uniformly, it would be embarrassing to publish the data. But it doesn't seem to matter if one of the major shareholders promises not to be tied to wages.

After all, although the workload is not as much as that of 996's grassroots administrators, since the work content is not the same, senior managers still have reasons to say that their work is much more difficult than ordinary administrators, and objectively their labor reproduction costs are also higher than ordinary administrators. Administrators are much higher.

——

This time, Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan, the chairman of the Brain Body Company, went to negotiate with the representatives of the striking administrators in person. Maybe Qi Min’s idea really worked, or maybe it was just because the administrators gave Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan face. In short, the strike was after a consensus was reached. It ended successfully.

It was already past dinner time when Qi Min left the brainoid body. He didn't see Anton in the living room. When he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, he saw him stirring the food in the pot with a spoon.

Qi Min couldn't help but take a look and found that there was red bean paste in the pot, so he took the chopsticks placed on the empty bowl next to him and stretched them inside.

"What's wrong with you?!" Anton directly took out her chopsticks with an iron spoon.

"Can't we eat some? It's such a big pot." Qi Min said a little aggrieved.

"These chopsticks were just used to beat egg whites. Don't pollute my inside." Anton said.

Qi Min originally didn't want to eat the ingredients he was making, but just asked: "Why do you think of making red bean paste?"

"Mimi just said that she would go out to play with her classmates tomorrow. Make some snacks for her to take with her." Anton explained while stirring the hot red bean paste in the pot.

"Aren't you afraid that she will fall in love prematurely?" Qi Min joked, "Aren't you going to prepare the material foundation for her to fall in love prematurely?"

Anton frowned and glanced at her: "What should I do? Because I'm afraid of premature love, I won't give her food? I thought about it carefully, and the more I guard against it, the worse it will be."

"Alas." Qi Min sighed quietly, hanging on his neck.

"By the way, how's the strike going?" Anton asked again.

"It's solved. How do you think it was solved?" Qi Min said with a smile, "The monitoring assistant cannot be deactivated. Then everyone will use the monitoring assistant from now on. No matter which department or position, it will be the same from now on."

"Who came up with this idea?" Anton turned around and asked.

"I came up with it." Qi Min raised his eyebrows.

"Sure enough, it was you." Anton also smiled, "You still have some conscience, and you won't let this matter drag on for a long time and end up with no results."

He also knows that even if there is no safe way to suppress strikes in the brain, the management and the government are not completely unable to deal with this kind of thing. If the duration of the administrator strike really breaks through the bottom line of Brainoid Company's tolerance, the organizers and activists waiting for the strike will inevitably be fired. The rest of the people will be secretly induced by the Brainoid Company to go back to work, and the strike will end in vain.

Qi Min shook his head jokingly: "What do you think? The administrator's strike affects the profits of the Brainoid Company, and the loss is my money. Why don't you go to me?"

However, Anton glanced at her sideways: "I am looking towards you as an independent individual, not BOURGEOSIE Qi Min who has been alienated into a spokesperson for capital."

Pick up the bowl and eat capitalist meat, put down the bowl and call capitalist mother (mistake)

Actually not, because Qi Min is still making money as a professional manager \u0026 R\u0026D staff, and the excess profits are used for brain-like body expansion...