Chapter 1280 Super Management Committee - Maintenance Workers and Super Management
[Okay anchor, the fault has been reported for repair. It is estimated that the repairman will be here in a few minutes.]
Xiao Xi fell on Yun Tuan's shoulder and reported.
"There are so few maintenance workers, but there are so many repairmen." Yun Tuan sighed softly.
[What is different is that maintenance technicians need to master multiple languages, keep up with reaction and judgment, and be proficient in handling various program bugs. Nowadays, few people will take the initiative to take this exam.]
"That's it." Yun Tuan nodded. This requirement seemed to be higher than when she was in office.
Does the park no longer need maintenance personnel...
It's clearly a mess, and the threshold for repairs has been raised to the point where most people won't touch it.
[Does the anchor want to be a maintenance worker?]
Xiao Xi asked, pressing her cold wings against her neck to feel the changes in blood flow rate and pulse.
Yun Tuan was stunned for a moment, and noticed the small movements of the live broadcast elf. He took a deep breath and calmed down, "If I become a maintenance worker, will I no longer have to live broadcast in the future?"
[No, you just don’t need to review it.]
"Oh, there's nothing good about that. Is there any room for promotion for maintenance staff? Compared with supervising, which one is better?"
She tried her best to use ordinary thinking to ask.
[Maintenance staff are divided into three levels. Level 1 employees are the most powerful. Any incurable problems in the dungeon will be handled by level 1, while level 2 and 3 will handle less serious dungeon problems.]
"So even if you get promoted, maintenance staff can only become maintenance staff, while supervisors have the opportunity to enter management?"
Yun Tuan concluded.
As expected, there are no security officers now.
[Well, that’s the case, and once the anchor becomes a maintenance worker, your live broadcast elf, me, will be destroyed.]
"What? Even if you are a maintenance worker, you still have to live broadcast. Why do you want to destroy it?"
[I don’t know either, this is a rule, I have no right to question the rule.]
Just when Yun Tuan wanted to discuss this issue with the live broadcast elf in depth, the repairman knocked on her room door with a tool bucket.
...it came very quickly.
It was a young man wearing a green hat and a bright green uniform. He kept his head lowered and walked straight to the damaged floor tiles without communicating with her.
It seems that all he sees are faults.
Yun Tuan watched him skillfully shovel off the adhesive, put it into the scrap pocket, then apply new paint, put the new bricks in, and treated the edges with caulking agent.
After everything was completed, the young man left with the bucket of scrap materials and tools.
From beginning to end, not a word was spoken.
Yun Tuan watched him enter the room, and then watched him go out and close the door. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Is it not allowed to speak to them?"
[No, I guarantee there is no such provision.]
[By the way, anchor, deputy team leader Fu Xunchu is calling you, and seems to want you to go to the conference room to take a look at the rebel.]
Yun Tuan nodded and murmured: "It's more than just a glance."
With that said, she opened the wooden door and teleported to the door of the conference room.
Only half of the group members were present, and the round table looked empty.
In the center of the table, squatted a pretty girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old. She hugged her knees. After a while, her legs probably went numb, so she sat directly on the table.
The girl looked up, and it was the "rebel" they had discovered before.
"What are you going to do? I've explained it many times. I really didn't break it on purpose. It was already broken when I passed by!"
The girl explained anxiously.
However, neither Yumian nor Fu Xunchu raised their heads, as if they believed this was sophistry.
"Stop standing, sit down." Fu Xun turned over a page of information and said.