The legend of Tiga

Chapter 1997 The Easiest Job

The night is thick, but it is dispelled by colorful neon lights, making the city maintain the brightness of the day and the crowds of people on the streets continue to flow. The lights in the luxurious shops on both sides of the road are bright, almost as bright as the midday sun.

But not all places are so bright. In the night, darkness always has an absolute advantage. Even in the city that is known as the city that never sleeps, there are too many places that are still grey.

Just two or three hundred meters away from this bustling and prosperous shopping street, the height of the buildings suddenly dropped by more than half, leaving only a few narrow meters of road. The brick walls and houses on both sides also changed from new to old, and both the shape and decoration looked very old.

In the middle of the street, there is a low izakaya. At the door, which is only wide enough for one person to pass through, hangs a piece of white cloth that has turned yellow due to age. Under the light, one can clearly see that it has become rough due to being washed too many times.

The area of ​​the house is only about 20 to 30 square meters, which can only accommodate an open kitchen and a semi-circle of seats. However, at the moment, the house is full of people. Men in their thirties, forties, or even forties and fifties, wearing half-new clothes, drinking cheap wine, ordering a few skewers of meat and vegetables, and some talk loudly, while others remain silent. They sit there for an hour or two, and only stagger away and stagger home late at night.

Such small shops are found in every corner of the city. They have no special delicacies or special dishes, and the taste is average. There is no decoration inside the shops, but the most important thing is that they don’t cost much money but can fill a long period of time.

"Ikuta, I heard you are from outer space," a drunken man suddenly leaned on a middle-aged man beside him and said drunkenly, "Where is your spaceship? Drive it out so we can see it."

"Yes," a drunk man next to him stared at the cowering Ikuta Katsumo with red eyes and said with a smile: "I heard that you also know that... Uh, Ultraman Tiga, call him out and have a drink with us, we can also toast him."

"You're joking." Katsumo Ikuta forced a smile at the man, then lowered his head and stared at the plate in front of him in a daze, as if he wanted to see something strange about the few simple vegetables on the plate.

"Okay, okay, stop making fun of him," a man who was dressed like a typical office worker stepped out to smooth things over, and asked the boss to serve the two drunks two more glasses of beer. Their attention was immediately diverted to the two large glasses of beer they were receiving, and they stared at them intently, fearing that the boss would give them less.

This also made Ikuta Katsumo gratefully whisper: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," the office worker sat down next to Katsumo Ikuta and said with a smile, "Would you like a drink?"

"No, no." Katsuma Ikuta also smiled back, but that smile was full of caution. He just smiled politely twice and then turned his head away, continuing to stare at his plate in a daze.

"You look like you're in a lot of trouble," the office worker said to himself, "Want to talk about it? Sometimes it makes you feel better if you talk about it."

"I" Ikuta Katsuma lowered his head and was silent for a long time before saying: "I don't know what else I can do?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I have been drawing since I graduated, using pencils, drawing boards, and A1 paper," Ikuta Katsuma lowered his head and looked at the plate in front of him with a gloomy expression, and said, "I have been drawing for more than ten years, and I draw every picture with my heart, and I rarely make mistakes every time. Even the most demanding boss would praise me for the best drawings.

but
Suddenly I couldn’t find a job.”

“It’s because of the computer.”

"Well, what about intelligent drawing and AI algorithms?" Ikuta Katsumo said in great frustration: "It takes me a whole day to draw a picture, but the computer only takes one minute. I don't need to buy a drawing board, pencils and paper, or pay wages. I just need to turn on the electricity.

After I left the hospital, I found that no company needed manual drawing. I didn’t know what else I could do or what kind of job I should look for. ”

At the end of his speech, Katsumo Ikuta grabbed the cup next to him and drank the beer in it, but he choked because he drank too fast and too quickly, and suddenly started coughing rapidly.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

"Slow down, slow down." The office worker patted Katsuma Ikuta's back to relieve his cough, and with his left hand he called the boss over to serve Katsuma Ikuta some skewers of meat and a glass of beer.

Under the influence of alcohol, Katsuma Ikuta vomited a lot, pouring out the depression he had been feeling for some time.

He woke up in the hospital and no one told him what happened. They only said that he was found unconscious and sent here. After he was discharged from the hospital, they found out that he had been in a coma for three or four months.

Not only did he have to pay a large sum of medical bills, but he also lost his high-paying job as a guinea pig.

He showed up with the contract he had signed previously, but couldn't even get in the door of the Biological Research Institute. The security guard at the door just told him, "The experiment has been stopped and the team has been disbanded," and asked him to go back.

When Katsumo Ikuta asked why the monthly allowance, as stated in the agreement, had not been deposited into his card in the past few months, the security guard said that he was just a gatekeeper and had no idea about this.

When he heard that the money might not be collected, Katsumi Ikuta became anxious. He was always very timid and even started arguing with others, saying that the contract had the three big words "TPC" on it, so how could he go back on his word.

As a result, he was driven away before he could say a few words. He was told to go find the person with whom he signed the agreement. As for the fact that Katsuma Ikuta couldn't find that person, it was Katsuma Ikuta's own problem. If he made any more noise, he would be arrested.

With nowhere to turn and almost all his money gone, Katsuma Ikuta had no choice but to start looking for a job again. However, he was surprised to find that in just two or three years, he had been eliminated from the job market.

No company needs manual drawing anymore, all of them use computer drawing. Most of his former colleagues have changed their careers, and the job that he thought he would be able to do until retirement just disappeared quietly.

This made Katsuma Ikuta quite overwhelmed. He had been working in this industry since graduation and had never done any other job, nor had he ever thought about changing his career.

After running around in various job fairs for more than half a month, Katsuma Ikuta felt as if he was in another world. He had always been living in this world, but he didn't know when manual drawing became intelligent drawing.

Without his knowledge, the skills he had mastered were eliminated and no longer useful.

This made Ikuta Katsuma, who didn't like change, very anxious. He felt that the road ahead was bleak and he didn't know what to do, so he came to the izakaya to get drunk. After listening to Ikuta Katsuma's distress, the office worker sighed and said, "The world is like this. It changes every moment. You may be eliminated at any time, and it has nothing to do with whether you make mistakes or not."

After hearing this, Katsumo Ikuta became even more depressed. He picked up the beer he had just refilled and started drinking it again, looking like he was drinking in suspense.

"I know a place that's hiring, maybe you could give it a try."

"But I only know how to draw. I can't do anything else."

"It's okay. The requirements for this job are very low and it's very easy." The office worker took out a business card and placed it on the table in front of Katsumo Ikuta. He said, "Just go to this address and say 'You're here to look for a job.'"

Katsuma Ikuta looked down at the business card. It was made of rare black paper and was printed very beautifully, but it was mostly blank with only a line of address on the front.

There is no name or phone number, but there is a goat-head-like pattern on the back.

It looks very weird.

"This is..." After reading the business card, Katsumo Ikuta wanted to ask more questions, but when he looked up, he found that the person was gone.

"You're walking so fast," muttered Katsumo Ikuta, but his eyes were on the food on the plate. He hurriedly put the food into his mouth, and while chewing he took out the money to pay the bill. After thinking for a while, he carefully put the business card into his pocket, and then ran out of the izakaya as if escaping.

Because the address on the business card was very close to here, he wanted to go and take a look. He hadn't worked for a long time and had little money in his pocket. He really needed a job, even if it was just temporarily for a period of time.

The further he walked through the streets and alleys, the more uneasy Ikuta Katsuma felt, because the surroundings were becoming more and more remote. The sound of cars was disappearing, and was replaced by the chirping of insects in the grass.

"What kind of people are they recruiting here?" Katsuma Ikuta no longer dared to move forward. Could there be easy and high-paying jobs in such a remote place?
If he were a woman, then maybe, but he was a man, and a middle-aged man who wasn't handsome at all, without any good looks, and the only thing that was useful was his penis.
Just as he thought of this, Katsuma Ikuta was patted on his left shoulder. He was so scared that he jumped up and his heart almost jumped out.

Then I heard a familiar voice: "You are here."

I subconsciously turned around and saw that it was the office worker, still wearing the neat suit, but there were several more people behind him, both men and women, old and young, and each of them looked like they were working honestly.

It is obvious that this person is a new recruit, but why did he recruit such a person?
Katsuma Ikuta was full of confusion, but since he was already there and at the door, and there were so many people around, he just followed them in.

It looked like an ordinary farmhouse from the outside, but when he went in, he found a downward passage. Walking down the stairs, he saw a basement of over a hundred square meters in front of Katsumo Ikuta. There were rows of tables and chairs, and a rough count showed that there were at least forty or fifty of them. It looked like a classroom.

The only difference from the classroom is that there is a silver-white helmet-shaped instrument on each table, just like the virtual reality helmet in science fiction movies, full of circuits and electronic components, and a cable as thick as a pen extending from the back of the head.

This scene made Katsuma Ikuta very confused. What kind of work is there in this place?

But immediately, the "office worker" who recruited them asked everyone to find a seat and began to introduce their work.

"What you have to do is actually very simple. You just need to sit here and put on this helmet. Now we are just starting out, so the conditions are relatively simple. When we make a profit, we will replace it with beds to make everyone work more comfortably."

"Is this a job?" Katsumo Ikuta felt that the world was too strange. Is sitting with a helmet on also a job these days?
"Yes, this is work, simple, right?" The 'office worker' answered immediately, "Eight hours a day, the compensation can be daily or monthly, if you want to work overtime, we have no objection, but for the sake of everyone's health, try not to work more than twelve hours a day."

"But how does the company make a profit?" Ikuta Katsumo felt a constant stream of questions in his head. This job is indeed very easy, but if I do nothing and have no output, how can the company make a profit? How can it make a profit? Is it possible that I have washed my hands?
The more Katsuma Ikuta thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he began to back down, fearing that he would not make any money but would get himself involved.

He had just experienced the painful lesson of having nowhere to turn to, having a contract written in black and white but no place to complain, and not being able to find anyone to fulfill the contract. Now there was no contract at all, so it was even more difficult for him to trust this company.

The 'office worker' still kept smiling and said, "We are an emerging technology company, and our main research project is biological computers.

The human brain is actually very developed, but most of it is usually idle and is never used in a lifetime, so it is wasted.

So our company plans to use the unused part of everyone’s brain to form a biological computer matrix, thereby obtaining computing power that is not inferior to that of optical quantum computers.”

'Office workers' explained it, but no one really understood it, and few people cared. Compared with high-sounding scientific terms, they were more concerned about whether it was paid in cash, whether it was paid after get off work, whether work meals were provided, and whether safety could be guaranteed.

While the "office worker" was explaining each question to the newcomers, some of them had already put on helmets and skillfully lay down on the table and began to sleep.

This surprised Katsuma Ikuta. It was the first time he saw someone sleeping so openly during work.

But the "office worker" turned a blind eye to this. Instead, he lowered his voice and asked everyone else to speak in a low voice so as not to disturb their sleep.

So this job is just sleeping?

Just lying on the table and wearing a metal helmet on your head, you can make money. This money seems easy.

No wonder so many people still came here even though they knew this company was weird and likely to have problems.

The reason is very simple. No one can resist money, especially money that can be earned so easily. You can't let it go. Making money quickly is the most important thing, and everything else should be put aside.

This job is so easy!!!