Chapter 498 Work System

When we arrived at the newly opened factory, a team of soldiers were checking the learning certificates at the gate. If they raised their bayonets, it meant that you could pass.

Sam followed the crowd. There were far more people who got the common sense learning certificate than he thought. He felt that he had come from one crowd to another.

"Stand in position according to the footprints! Don't move! Put your hands up in a T shape. I believe you guys understand what I'm saying."

A voice came from above Sam's head. It sounded like a female voice, but there was a strong impatience and resentment in the voice.

Everyone was a little at a loss. They stood on the footprints and looked around. No one stretched out their arms to make a T shape.

"This is why I like dealing with students." A female sighed, and a large screen lit up. A standard video of a demonstration by a Star Army soldier was playing.

Everyone followed suit, standing in a T shape on the footprints.

A beam of light came and scanned the crowd. The beam shone on the clothes of everyone, and a buzzing sound came into Sam's ears, and he had the urge to sneeze.

The beam shone for a short time. After five seconds, everyone was told to put down their arms and walk into the doors of different colors according to the color of their clothes.

Sam turned his head and saw that everyone had changed into new clothes, no longer the original gray and white clothes. These new clothes are not only different in color, but also in the style of uniforms.

The gray and white clothes are not so fitted. The folds and wide sleeves allow the clothes to have enough space for modification. People with good hands can sew and cut the wide cuffs to make the clothes fit well.

These new clothes are tightly attached to the body, and the people are tightly covered.

Sam did not feel stuffy, nor did he feel that his body's perception of the outside world was reduced.

If it weren't for the feeling of closeness, he wouldn't even think he was wearing a set of clothes.

Sam walked into the red-painted door. It was difficult for him to see what the top of the huge factory production room looked like. The endless conveyor belts and various mechanical arms filled Sam's vision.

It was clean and solemn here, and various religious decorations occupied the empty space. Complex scripture poems were written on boards and placed around the mechanical arms.

The servo skull floated back and forth, and a swaying incense burner was hung below. As the material inside burned, wisps of smoke fell from above.

A sense of piety arose from his heart, and Sam didn't know how he stood at his job. When he recovered from his awe, he only saw a glimmering operating table and a shiny and bright mechanical arm in front of him.

He could see a layer of his own shadow, and there must be a glass-like barrier between him and the production line.

"All workers, now browse the technical guide displayed on the operating table."

The voice echoed in the huge factory room, and Sam obeyed the instruction and looked at the glimmering operating table.

A series of beeps sounded, and a series of text and images appeared. It introduced the functions and effects of the buttons on the operating table, and told the workers what to do when there was a problem with the equipment.

Sam could understand these things. After all, as a person who passed the common sense knowledge test, his basic understanding ability had been trained by the soldiers.

Even if he didn't understand some of the details and more professional terms, at least he knew that the existence of images was to help him strengthen his understanding and memory.

The technical guide was not long, and it only took about 3 minutes to read it through. The most emphasized thing in this technical guide was to get out as soon as you heard the bell for the end of get off work, and don't delay for a second.

Sam was a little stunned when he saw this. Why do people still dislike people who work for a long time? Thinking about his more than ten years of struggling in the old city, he has done all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

He has also seen customers with good character and bad character, but no matter what, these people have always adhered to the principle that if I pay, you have to work hard.

They pay one dollar for one hour of your labor, and they can't wait to ask you to work for another half an hour.

In short, I have only seen people urging people to work overtime, but I have never seen anyone shouting at people to leave work on time.

A broadcast came, and the production line was running slowly. Sam watched the robotic arm repeat the same thing, and the work in his hands was limited to the repeated cycle of those buttons.

Sometimes he would press the wrong button because of unfamiliarity, but the robotic arm did not seem to have a high demand for his button operation, and still carried out his work in a rigid manner.

This should be a huge project, and the parts installed in his hands should be part of a more magnificent and sacred equipment, but Sam could not see this.

The blacksmith can get a sense of accomplishment in forging a magic weapon, starting from a piece of ore to a sharp blade coming out of the furnace. Although the production is a bit slow, the blacksmith can experience every link in the forging and become a master of production.

But the workers on the assembly line, they can only be limited to this small space. The repetitive movements on the hands have no skills and beauty to speak of, only proficiency and speed are steadily improving.

Sam didn't know this, he just knew that he was doing it faster and faster, and he was so familiar with the sequential operation of the buttons.

Ding-ling-ling~

A sharp bell rang, it was the sound of the end-of-get off work bell. Sam was a little surprised. He didn't know how long he had worked, but his body didn't feel the soreness of long-term muscle exercise. Judging from this, his working hours were definitely not long.

He looked at the robotic arm and found that it was still in operation, and the parts on the assembly line were still moving slowly forward.

Then what's the point of my job?

Hey, who cares. Anyway, it's quite easy, isn't it?

Sam curled his lips and decided not to think about such boring questions. And he also noticed that he had just left, and a new worker took over his position. The broadcast sounded again, and the worker who took over his position began to browse the technical guide.

Shift system? Then how many shifts does this work have to be?

Sam walked out of the other end of the door, which had a huge clock on it. Sam roughly calculated the working time. It took about 4 hours from entering the factory to handing over the shift. If the walking time in the middle is taken into account, his working time is much less than 4 hours.

"Are these people here to do charity?" Sam muttered to himself, and then he heard someone behind him complaining that he was starting to feel weak after doing such a small amount of work.