Xilan's dark eyes kept moving, scanning the column area of the newspaper repeatedly.
"Caron, you said before that all the students in the Music Department should have helped you vote, right?"
"But I feel that this is not enough at all. The competition has been so fierce in the past few days. How about mobilizing them to help you canvass votes among relatives and friends?"
"No, no, starting from tomorrow's class, I want to promote our string quartet among the students. I know that several students' families are music fans with higher consumption levels, and their voting weight may be two or three.
Woolen cloth."
Seeing the little girl analyzing the form seriously, Fan Ning couldn't help but smile, sat up and said, "Xilan, the time span is a full two months, there is no need to rush."
However, as a man in science and engineering, he also began to make data estimates: "Well, the current population of Ufranser is more than 1 million. The number of music fans who have reached the consumption threshold of the city concert hall is counted as 10,000, and the vote weighting is 1-
It varies from 10 to 10. Naturally, low weights have more weight and high weights have less weight. On average, the weight may be only 5 votes, so that is 25,000 votes. Each person can choose 3 favorite works, so the entire vote pool is about 75,000."
"Spread evenly over two months, the average daily output should be about 1,250, but it has been a few days, and the total number of votes in the rankings has not exceeded 1,000."
Fan Ning's eyes flashed: "This shows that because the time span is too long and the decision can only be made once, most people will still pay attention to it for a while..."
Ordinary music fans may refer to media reports, read music reviews, ask friends at salons, or listen to the final actual performance.
Enthusiasts may analyze the music charts, deduce the sound effects, or even copy them back for study, form their own group and line up to see how it feels to play.
After listening to Fan Ning's analysis, Sheeran also expressed his approval: "It seems that the data at the current stage is indeed not referenceable..."
"However, I still want you to go up there as soon as possible." She smiled, "I still have to promote it in front of teachers and classmates tomorrow."
"Dong dong dong", the door knocked.
A young female civilian employee came in: "Mr. Fan Ning, this is the latest handling of worker death cases reported by the South Pier District Police and Security Bureau."
She glanced at Fan Ning, who was sitting on the sofa with a bookish temperament, walked over to deliver the documents with both hands, and then looked away with some embarrassment.
"I heard that the new knowledgeable member is very young, but I didn't expect Mr. Fan Ning to be so young..."
"Thank you, thank you." Fan Ning took it with both hands.
"You're welcome." She turned her head, turned around and took another look at Sheeran, who was sitting at the head of the office, then left and closed the door behind her.
"The result is almost the same as what I expected." When Fan Ning quickly read the first part, he already roughly understood the tone.
The conclusion of the investigation after the intervention of the Special Patrol Office preliminarily ruled out the possibility of factory owners Stanley and Julius coming into contact with taboos.
The police released them yesterday, "ordered" them to stop production and rectify the chaos in production management, and required them to actively cooperate in negotiations on workers' death compensation.
Attached to this sentence is the latest death toll currently counted: 40 people.
Fan Ning stopped reading this and frowned tightly.
He knew that with the suspension of production in the watch workshop, the increase in the death toll in the past few days would slowly stabilize. The current death toll of 40 people may only increase to 5-10 people in the next few days. They are all random.
After the first trial production line in the workshop was put into production, the earliest batch of workers who were transferred had the longest contact time and were almost at the end of their lives.
But if you push the timeline to about half a year or even longer...
Exposed to radioactive materials, and even extreme feeding exposure, the survival rate of hundreds of people behind them will probably not be more than half in six months...
Fan Ning continued reading.
The mysterious incidents involved in the worker's death case will continue to be classified according to the usual practice, and the Guidance School will have full authority to follow up and investigate. The Special Patrol Office has established a file and will provide assistance when necessary or convenient.
If substantial progress is made or the case is solved, the Special Patrol Office will award rewards in accordance with relevant regulations.
The most common form of this reward is actually money.
The Special Inspection Office believes that this represents the authority's awarding of honors to official organizations that have made contributions and providing "necessary support to maintain operations."
Fan Ning understood that this money is really not much. Compared with the huge expenditure of an informed organization, this is like giving away a "1,000 yuan Lamborghini no-threshold voucher".
Therefore, he felt that this was mainly because the Special Patrol Office was declaring its "control and dominance" status.
However, another kind of reward is quite valuable: increasing the number of establishments means it is more difficult to obtain.
The number of official knowledgeable people has always been strictly controlled. For example, there is only one vacancy in this branch of the Guidance School.
"Actually, this is just the result of normal handling by the Special Patrol Office based on its own interests."
Fan Ning actually knew very well that Julius's background was much worse than that of a large conglomerate family like Lu. The Special Inspection Office was more like "doing things according to the process" and did not use excessive force. It was just that in this part of the empire,
In this era, the status of labor is so weak.
All the Guidance School can do is track down the "Experience Officer" Erof and help the victimized labor families maximize their rights and interests.
This is a long process, and in the next six months, more people will end up with chronic death.
After resting for a while and chatting for a while, Fan Ning was ready to continue learning Tulungarian.
After Xilan and Xilan sat face to face, he reviewed what he had learned today about the impact of the nine deformable consonants on the pronunciation of words after deformation.
Fan Ning tried to read aloud the case sentences written by Sheeran. He had initially become accustomed to the accent in the back, and the alternating tone of whispering and decisiveness. However, the large number of dense side consonants and sessile consonants were always rejected by Sheeran because they were not standard.
correct.
"I have to say that every time I come into contact with a new language, it really reshapes the way of thinking to a greater or lesser extent. It's just that it's really taxing." Fan Ning sighed during the study break.
The second language he learned in his previous life was naturally English, but as an audiophile, he also taught himself some basic Italian and German to better understand vocal music works - of course, the level was completely playful.
"Actually, Tulungarian is relatively friendly." Sheeran responded with a gentle smile, "It can see some residual shadows in the ancient Hoffman language, but it is more inflectional and has more semantic expression.
Accurate. In contrast, the Huffman language we speak now is actually quite prone to ambiguity due to its many multimodal elements."
"But I didn't expect that Tulungarian is so lacking in adjectives." Fan Ning said, "Many times, for abstract expression needs, its literal meaning is precise, but its metaphorical meaning is ambiguous. Well, it is also quite beautiful.
For example, this sentence: 'I read poetry as if I were walking through the wilderness in the early morning.'"
Xilan stretched out her green-white fingers: "I like this sentence better——"
The little girl glanced at Fan Ning opposite, and then said softly:
"In the farthest rose garden, there are our steps all night long."
"Yeah, not bad." Fan Ning nodded seriously with deep approval.
"By the way, Sheeran, I would like to ask you, do you know anything more about the history of the 3rd Sturungarian Dynasty?"