Chapter 801 Tongren Factory (19)

The maintenance workers are in the maintenance workshop and cannot move around casually because they don’t know when they will be needed.

Maintenance workers need to be on call 24 hours a day, and they need to discuss breaks with other maintenance workers. Only after getting permission can they have the opportunity to take a break, so they are back now.

As for not showing up during meal time, it's because the maintenance workers have a separate canteen.

There are nearly 10,000 people in the factory, so it is not surprising that there are several canteens.

Their job is to repair various equipment in the factory. Those equipment are either entangled with stumps, filled with high-temperature copper water, or are in small, light-proof wells.

Maintenance workers' work is tiring and dirty.

Besides them, there were other maintenance workers, and they got some gossip about the factory from these maintenance workers.

For example, the factory director once had a daughter he loved very much. Unfortunately, the daughter fell into a copper melting furnace, and the factory director was heartbroken.

For example, at night in the factory, you will occasionally hear a woman crying. They say it is the lingering ghost of the factory director's daughter.

For example, someone saw the bronze man suddenly move.

For example, the factory's material room always had less raw materials from time to time. They suspected that the supervisor had enriched his own pockets and stolen the high-quality raw materials.

Maintenance workers get obviously more gossip content than other positions. It is very useful for players to identify useful information from it.

Currently, 14 people in the production workshop survive.

Eight people in the materials workshop survived.

Five people in the quality inspection workshop survived.

Two people in the maintenance workshop survived.

36 players, 7 people died in one night.

But they only got two death rules.

[Supervisors hate employees who cannot complete their work. Don’t become an employee that your supervisor hates. 】

[Please do not yell during night shift/overtime work. 】

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After Ning Fan and others left the office, NPC came in soon.

As expected, the NPC was not very happy to participate, and even showed resistance, "I will not participate in this competition."

"I am very tired from working every day and have no time to participate in this competition."

"I...I don't want to participate. I just want to work hard. Supervisor, give such a good opportunity to others."

"Forget it, I won't get the prize anyway."

In response to these rejections, Yinsu directly took out his hammer and began to persuade them in a friendly manner.

Forced by Yinsu's threat of force, employees throughout the workshop signed up to support the new supervisor's work.

Manager Su also thoughtfully asked them why they were so resistant to participating, whether they were afraid or worried that the selection would be unfair, and what the shady story was.

"No...no fear. Unfair? No, the factory director is very fair. We believe in the factory director's selection."

"Who is afraid? I just don't want to participate. There must be no shady secrets about the results of the competition. I believe the factory director."

"I just can't win the prize and I don't want to waste time. Shady story? There is no shady story."

Every employee said they were either afraid or had no secrets, but they just didn’t want to waste time participating.

Until an employee let slip that the Bronze Man contest winners would eventually disappear.

This is the reason why employees are reluctant to participate.

But more, the employees refused to say anything.

Yinsu didn't do much in the morning. She found all the contestants with the registration form in her hand, and then carefully patrolled several workshops under her jurisdiction. She caught employees who were not working seriously and made fun of them.

When she came back from lunch, she found that the corridor was covered with posters for the 'Bronze Man Competition'.

Employees are also discussing the Bronze Man Competition, but they are obviously not willing to participate.

At least not one employee came to her and expressed their intention to participate. She went to care about other colleagues and found that they were trying to persuade people to sign up. She was relieved immediately.

As long as the NPC is not doing well, she is fine.

New supervisor: "Have you...have you filled out the registration form?"

Yinsu sat in the other party's office and occupied his desk. "Of course, who am I? The person who will be the director of the factory in the future! This little thing can still trouble me."

The new supervisor held a little hope: "Filled in randomly?"

Yinsu smiled indulgently: "You're just talking nonsense, my employees are very supportive of my work. What's wrong, don't your employees support you?"

New supervisor: "..."

Obviously the progress of the new supervisor is not going very smoothly, and I don't know if it is because he has just become a supervisor and is not used to his status and cannot use his power.

The new supervisor didn't know what kind of psychological construction he had done, "Then... can you help me?"

Yinsu's smile faded, and her refusal was particularly ruthless: "No."

"???"

Aren't you kind? Aren't you soft-hearted? !

Yinsu stood up and was about to leave, patting the new supervisor on the shoulder, "This is a test for you from the organization. If you can't handle this little thing, then what will I do with you... You think so, right?"

There seemed to be a smile in the girl's dark eyes, and her soft and gentle voice was full of murderous intent.

A chill ran down the NPC's back, remembering the unlucky ones who died last night.

"I...I will try my best."

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Yinsu wandered around until evening, but did not get any more clues about the Bronze Man Competition.

When she was about to get off work, the phone in her office rang.

Yes, there is a landline phone in the supervisor's office.

She tried it when she found out, but couldn't broadcast the account.

There was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone, telling her to bring her registration form and the meeting would begin at seven o'clock on time.

Yinsu went to the cafeteria and grabbed a steamed bun before asking someone to guide her to the office where the meeting was held.

There is a large long table in the office, and sitting at the head is a short-haired woman in work clothes with a cyan work badge on her chest.

The woman glanced at the door and snorted with great displeasure: "Why are you lingering in a meeting? If you don't come in quickly, you are the only ones left."

The NPC behind Yinsu immediately trotted into the office and found a seat to sit down.

Yinsu saw that the woman did not treat her as a new supervisor differently, nor did she act like a monster, so she walked to her small supervisory team and sat down.

She lowered her voice and asked the NPC next to her, "Is she the director?"

"……deputy director."

"..." Yinsu choked: "There won't be a deputy director, right?"

"That's not true."

"That's good."

"..."

The deputy director still had a straight face, "Have everyone filled out their registration forms? Submit them to me."

The file bags were passed up one by one, and the deputy director didn't say anything. He opened the file bag first and looked at it.

His expression darkened every time he looked at someone. It wasn't until he saw Yinsu's document bag that his expression softened.

She threw down the document bag with a bang and glanced at everyone with a sharp gaze, "Again, how many people are there? Every time you sign up, you are dissatisfied. How do you do your work?"

"Deputy Director, employees are unwilling to participate. It's not our fault..."

"If you don't blame me, who do you blame?" The deputy director threw Yinsu's document bag into the middle: "Look at how the application is full? You are not capable of your work and are shirking your responsibilities. I think you, the supervisor, have also finished your job. !”

The registration forms scattered in the middle of the long table were like slaps on their faces. Everyone lowered their heads, but the resentment around them was soaring.