Take Taobao with you to another world

"How are you doing, my girl?"

The girl who was writing on the table turned her head and jumped up, "Sister Wells!"

"This terrible weather, oops." The brunette woman held the brunette girl's elbow, tilted her head and looked at her for a while, "It's so beautifully tanned."

The girl with wheat complexion smiled a little embarrassedly.Weiers looked at the desktop, "Are you writing a report?"

She put her pen aside, picked up her notebook, drew a chair closer to the table, and sat down.

"I... I'm revising," the girl said standing beside her, "but, this is the first time I write something like this, I, I don't know if it's good to write like this, I think... I think, the magician Will he think I'm too stupid?"

Wells didn't answer her right away, and she raised her head after a while, and smiled at the uneasy, blushing girl: "No, this is very good. I can feel your intentions, and the magician can definitely see it too. .”

A smile of affirmation appeared on the girl's face, and it only appeared for a while, then she restrained it again, and whispered: "But, here... I don't think I should write this, what I want to say is not only this... but also If there is only this sentence, is it not enough? I always feel that it is not enough..."

"Oh? If you want to change it here, we can take a look." Wells said, took out her pen from her coat pocket, returned the pencil to the girl, and asked her to sit beside her, "Start here, This sentence, if you think its meaning is not enough, is it because..."

The girl leaned her head over and listened intently to her guidance, her casual glances were filled with gratitude and longing.

The child's report was not very well written. Although the outline was fixed for her from the very beginning, the limitations of vocabulary and experience made the filling in the content still have many deficiencies, and some places were childishly filled with obvious emotions. , like diaries muttered by children—maybe some of them were taken from their own diaries.But on the whole, this report has not lost its value. Ignoring those flaws and focusing only on the content, it is easy to find the meaning that was overlooked by those who sit in the room and sort out the numbers and documents.

Takla's vision has always been good.Wells thought, this child's growth is worth looking forward to, although she probably won't enter the army or her own department, but the difference is not too big.

After helping the girl to revise the report, Weiers learned about the recent situation with several other children. After taking notes, she bid farewell to them and came to the top floor of the Crystal Palace—that’s what they call it now anyway. , the place where Sasheer's patriarch Scar Nightmare lives now.The report will be sent back in the evening along with other materials. Before that, the purpose must be given to the top management here.

Scar frowned and took the paper materials. He hastily scanned the daily expenses of the cafeteria and the transaction records of the shopping mall, and threw them aside. The remaining military training logs and observation reports could attract his attention. , but as far as the patriarch's current vocabulary reserve is concerned, reading is not an easy task.So she naturally walked to him, stood with the white wolf Boss, and provided timely explanations when the black werewolf encountered obstacles.

During the spare time between explanations, she looked at this room for a while. An old shaman died next door, but it wasn't the first old thing that Scar Nightmare had a part in killing.

She noticed Perth's worried expression. From his position, he could clearly see the contents of those papers. He read much faster than his patriarch, but he felt his pain as if he felt the same.Wells looked at him softly.

The technician has always attached great importance to the reports of people working in the field. No matter how naive or full of mistakes they write, they can’t even fill in the form according to the form. His room is always lit until late at night. Organize these things. "If there is no investigation, there is no right to speak." However, he often can't devote more energy to those places where there are no major problems. When the intelligence department of Weiers and the others has not been established, the "multi-purpose tables" he made There are always layers on his desk, and later a new department assists him in counting these data, so that he can obtain various data more quickly and directly, but at this time, the format of the report has changed. new changes.Those forms that only need to fill in numbers and check boxes are reduced, and on the newly received report sheets, new writing requirements are printed on those large blank boxes.

This change was not very popular at first, and some people even treated it negatively. They didn't know what to write, and they didn't like breaking the habit to increase the burden on their brains-because completing the report was not a task assigned to a person in charge. The group as a unit, or the team members take turns to complete, or the whole group contributes together, but in each group received a report from the magician's red pen, especially some perfunctory groups were singled out by him After visiting, the situation changed.From manual labor to machine labor is an amazing leap experienced by all people in the production department, and from rigid labor according to norms to being asked to think and think in "connected" is another step that they are forced to push. During this long and difficult transformation process, some people tried to hide their mistakes and shirk their responsibilities. Twice it was through the magician, and three times it was through the former captain. They only discovered the clues by comparing the rest of the reports. .

Weiers also wants to try to be like them, relying on knowledge, experience and intuition to become a strong controller.Since she didn't want to give up her female identity at the beginning, and she didn't want to become a busy female worker—even though she later learned that there are ways to rise in those jobs, she took a risk, and then she was arranged to go to Takla Na Side, learned some things, accomplished a few small things, and then entered a new system.

Although I feel a little novel about the content of my work, after all, what she has seen before, what can be called "intelligence", is basically a spy of a chamber of commerce or a spy of a rival family, through sneaky whispers, street corners, etc. The symbols on the wall and the letters with nameless black seals convey nothing more than the movements of certain characters or some "rumors". If it is useful once out of three times, it is worth paying the price.When she first started her work, she couldn't describe how she felt when she faced those shelves full of tables and figures.

After reading them, Scar thought for a moment.

Weiers waited for him to say something, but saw that he took out a manuscript from under the coffee table. It was neat and tidy, and you could tell whose it was by just looking at the cover.Scar turned to a certain page, looking at a line of words on it and comments below.

Then he closed it again.

"These crap..." he said, but it didn't sound like he was genuinely annoyed.He is still thinking.

"Tomorrow, you'll let them decide who stays and who goes back?" he asked. "Those little slaves with their teeth stuck?"

They weren't just little slaves, and it was up to the army that was just finished to use them as slaves.Now they are a group of valuable captives, and the note on the information is "under transformation".

"As long as some of them decide to stay and take responsibility, they can be counted as ours." Wells smiled.

Become a "success role model".

"It was so easy and costless," Scar said.

"The war was not their fault." Weiers said, "When they were in the barracks, they were quite obedient except for the occasional passion for their brains. On this side, they conscientiously completed the tasks assigned to them."

"Sounds more like words than those bastards who are crying on the edge of the residence." Scar commented on those tribesmen who were driven away by him.

"Will it be too soon?" Boss asked. He looked at Wells and asked, "Will the price of betrayal be too small for them to gain status so easily?"

"No, on the contrary, I think they will show more loyalty than other people." Wells said, "If they choose the present, choose us, then they have to abandon the past and deny what they have been taught. Because The two ways of living are destined to be incompatible. The change of "values" is sometimes no less serious than the pain of the body, but the wound will always heal and the scar will fade. The "soul" of a person... once the fundamental way of understanding the world Transformation, only the fact that the world is turned upside down makes it possible for them to return to the past. And in the present reality, the more they are affirmed, the more convinced they are right."

Boss thought about it, and Scar said, "But you start with your own people first?"

What he was talking about was asking students in a class to take the initiative to contact those young captives and take the initiative to accept them.Although from the perspective of Wells, getting along in the barracks is obviously more confrontational, and the students do not seem to be very active, but the girls are more likely to have sympathy and caring ideas-those prisoners of similar age almost all experienced It's tragic, but as a whole with the same position, the confrontation caused by the instinctive resistance of the "opponent" makes the communication always seem to be not smooth, but on the whole, the result of this attempt has achieved the expected goal.

"Yes, we must start first." Wells said.

Scar didn't need her, so let her continue to explain.After a while, he sighed helplessly, and took out the manuscript written by the magician, another blank notebook, and a pen.Then kicked them both out.

Perth, who left, was a little troubled, "I still have some questions that I don't understand..."

"No matter what you want to know," Wells said softly, "I will tell you what I know."

"I still think it's too fast." Boss said after thinking for a while, "You...we don't have time, things that are easy to get are not precious, and I heard some ungrateful words, they don't know their luck, But to be cared for—”

He frowned tightly, "If you can slow down and let the wind freely spread the abundance and strength here, no one will not yearn for this place, there is no need to ask, they will come to beg by themselves... wouldn't it be better?"

Wells looked at his straight face, and said softly: "In that case, we really don't have to trouble like now. But we are not magicians, we don't have his character. Maybe we can not accept these young people temporarily, but in After getting used to it, if those 'ignorant', 'poor and weak' people come to beg us, maybe we will give a little something, but we absolutely cannot tolerate them becoming like us: learning the same skills, gaining the same status, possessing The same wealth. And back to our original purpose, we need population to achieve our construction goals, not only need enough people, but also need them to be able to make the best effort for this, before driving the cattle and horses, we have to feed them Grass."

Perth said nothing.

"What's more, we are 'outsiders'." She smiled and put an index finger on her lips, and winked at him, "This distinction will not change for a long time, in anyone's eyes, it is just As clear as iron and wood. Our only enemies now, those who are far away in the senate and penitentiary of the imperial capital, whether they accept our conditions or not, they will surely tell those who believe them and obey them, Need to believe in their tribe, we are evil and cannot be trusted, and anyone who joins us will be thrown into endless hard labor."

"They're definitely going to try to separate them from us," she said with a smile.

Perth looked a little surprised, "Is this your 'information'?"

"The attitude expressed by the envoys when they were still here," she said, "presumably can represent many powerful people in the imperial capital."

Perth knew this, and after a while he said: "You once mentioned to me some of your studies... You seem to have changed from before. I used to think that human art consisted only of turning natural things into items, but you always surprise me."

"It's just that you don't quite understand that what we learn from the Warlock and what he wants us to acquire, no matter how complex and diverse they may seem, they are just parts of a whole," she said. No matter which of them we choose, there are some approaches that are common... would you like to hear about this?"

Burth nodded. "Thanks. I was given a class before, but I thought it was about numbers and sliding blocks and candles..."

They walked down while talking, and found a place to sit down in the rest area on the second floor.

With the care of the magician and the help of the magical gadget "calculator", she and her companions passed the initial difficult adaptation period. Later, they all learned the abacus, and gradually learned more ways to deal with complicated information. method.Sometimes these studies and jobs are boring, and some people in her office occasionally envy those who do simple jobs, but she never.Not just because of her sense of responsibility or ambition, she loves her work from the bottom of her heart, and is glad that she does have the talent to do it well, stabilize herself in a vibrant group of rights, and be appreciated and accepted.

However, before, she believed that her work was more of a part of "power tactics", a kind of control, enabling the authority of the superior to reach individuals more deeply and effectively; assisting in monitoring, reducing damage and accidents; and providing some Information needed to assess the situation.Her work is quite different from the students of the sorcerers who make useful items that actually exist, they are builders, and she will be the keeper of the shadows.

"That's not the case, these jobs are also scientific." The magician said to her like this.

"'Science is to sort out facts, discover laws and draw conclusions'. The essence is facts and laws." The man she admired smiled and said to her, "There is no unchangeable truth in science, and there is no unknowable truth. It is a summary of human understanding of the world, and what makes up the world is not only natural entities and their connections, but also the social organization constructed by human beings, and the source of all cognition—human thinking.”