Now we are waiting for the people of the management department to negotiate with the strikers outside to make progress. But another twenty minutes later, the top brass and government officials of the Brain-like Company were still sitting in the conference room.

Qi Min sat next to Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan, and suddenly a line of words appeared in front of her eyes: "I'll go down first." ”

She turned to look at Anton, who blinked. Qi Min glanced at the time again, and it was indeed time for Anton to prepare dinner, and there was nothing he could do to stay here.

"Let's go." Qi Min also sent him a message back. The design inspiration for this "private message" function within the brain-like company may come from the use of particles to write on the retina in "The Three-Body Problem: Once Upon a Time on Earth". This type of communication only allows one person to see, and at the same time 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 within the brain-like company. It's just that Qi Min definitely won't bother Anton, and he uses the same communication in a stable intimate relationship.

Anton silently disappeared in his chair, seemingly unnoticed.

Qi Min also wanted to disappear, she could hardly help in this situation. But her position is too far in the middle, and it is impossible for her to leave quietly no matter what.

After about ten minutes, she finally couldn't hold her breath anymore: "I said, comrades...... Are we just waiting here? ”

The eyes of the government officials on the opposite side looked at her in unison, Qi Min involuntarily shrank back, but still turned his head to Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan and said, "If the management department can't talk to them, can we let someone else go?" ”

"Don't worry, it's only been a long time." Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan comforted gently.

She pulled out a holographic screen with a real-time release of the consensus reached between the brain-like company side and the representatives of the strikers. Salary increases, reduced working hours, set work intervals...... It looks like some progress has been made. However, the management department of the brain-like company has made many concessions, but it still does not meet the expectations of the other representative, which also indicates that perhaps deactivating the monitoring assistant is more important for the administrator.

"The delay is still within an acceptable range." At this time, it was Zong Yiwei, the deputy manager of the management department of the brain-like company, who spoke, "The suspended project in Beijing District claims to be under maintenance, and it is just the right opportunity to launch the beta version of the physical law system recently released by the R&D department. If the strike continues into Sunday, I suggest going and privately persuading some administrators to come to work. ”

That is, to persuade people to be "work thieves". Qi Min despised the thieves, and of course he despised the capitalists who privately lured others to be thieves. But now that she is on the side of the management, she has to admit that this is indeed a very effective way to break up the strike.

"It's a solution, but it's not there yet." Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan said calmly, "Unless the strike affects the normal work of the resident brain-like enterprises on the working day, we do not intend to escalate this conflict into a completely antagonistic labor conflict." ”

This is also a normal operation. Although the grassroots administrators were forced to strike in a hurry, the brain-like company as an employer was far from being "in a hurry".

However, Qi Min's ability to empathize with individuals is weak, but his class position on proletarian workers is quite clear. If it drags on, the administrators may find it even harder. She thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Guardianship assistant...... It's not that I can't give in at all. ”

"Mr. Qi, what do you mean?" Zong Yiwei, the deputy manager of the management department, couldn't help frowning.

"As the saying goes, 'don't suffer from few, but suffer from inequality'. If brain-like companies all use monitoring assistants, the workload of each position is completely transparent, which may also be an acceptable way for them. Qi Min said with some hesitation.

"How does this work?"

"Whoever wants to announce it?"

"Is this going to be more involuted?"

……

Several executives in the audience who had not spoken all this time began to whisper.

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

That doesn't seem like a problem. There will be concerns that some positions, such as the professional managers here, are objectively much less intensive than grassroots administrators and researchers, and that it would be embarrassing to publish the data if they all monitored brain activity in a unified manner. But if one of the major shareholders has promised that it will not be tied to wages, it doesn't seem to matter.

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

——

This time, it was Ms. Zhou Xiaoshan, the chairman of the brain-like company, who went to negotiate with the representatives of the strike 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 ended smoothly after reaching a consensus.

Qi Min had already eaten when he left the brain-like body, and he didn't see Anton in the living room, and when he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, he saw him stirring the contents of 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 on the empty bowl next to him and stretched them inside.

"What's the matter with you?!" Anton directly pulled out her chopsticks with an iron spoon.

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

"These chopsticks have been used to beat egg whites just now, don't pollute my inside." Anton said.

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

"Mimi just said that she would go out tomorrow to play with her classmates and make her some snacks to bring." Anton explained as he stirred the hot red bean paste in the pot.

"Aren't you afraid of her early love?" Qi Min joked, "Give her the material basis for preparing early love?" ”

Anton frowned and looked at her: "What should I do then?" Because I'm afraid of early love, I won't give her food? I thought about it carefully, and the more I guarded against it, the worse it wouldn't work. ”

"Ugh." Qi Min hung around his neck and sighed quietly.

"By the way, what's going on with the strike?" Anton asked again.

"Solved. And guess how it was solved? Qi Min said with a smile, "The monitoring assistant can't be deactivated, so everyone will use the monitoring assistant from now on." It doesn't matter what department it is, no matter what position it is, it will be the same in the future. ”

"Who came up with the idea?" Anton asked, looking back.

"I'm out." Qi Min raised his eyebrows and said.

"Sure enough, you came out." Anton also smiled, "You still have a little conscience, and you won't wait for this matter to drag on for a long time, and in the end it will end in nothing." ”

He also knows that even if there is no way to suppress strikes in the brain-like body, the management and the government are not completely out of the way to deal with this kind of thing. If the administrators' strike time really breaks through the bottom line of the brain-like company's tolerance, the organizers and activists who are waiting for the strike will inevitably be fired. The rest of the people will be privately lured by the brain-like company to go back to work, and the strike will end without a problem.

Qi Min jokingly shook his head: "What do you think?" The administrator strike affects the earnings of the brain-like company, but it is my money that is lost, why don't you turn to me? ”

However, Anton glanced at her: "What I look for is you as an independent individual, not BOURGEOSIE Qi Min, who has been alienated into the spokesperson of capital." ”