A Hundred Thousand Chickens and Two New Employees
"Wenxi, you'd better give me an explanation."
Sing Sing covered his nose, blood trickling down between his fingers.
"Technological upgrades always come at a price; the fact that the stone flew out proves that the folding space can release items normally."
Da Vinci adjusted his glasses and pointed to the red button inside the case lid.
"Hey, here's a safety reminder: press and hold for three seconds before opening."
Where is the hint?
"Inside the lid!"
How can I see the prompts inside without opening the lid?
Da Vinci stared at the box for a few seconds, then took out a ballpoint pen and wrote the words "Press the red button first" on the outside of the lid.
"Resolved."
Sing Sing held the red-stained tissue in his hand, carefully considering the Japanese swear words he could use.
Unfortunately, he can't do anything except baka yarou.
The section on Duan Shuiliu wasn't taught.
"Okay, Wenxi, go find the Moon-Boy tomorrow and ask him to add a launch direction control to the box. Send it to Sabretooth for testing the day after tomorrow and give him some credit."
"Okay!"
Da Vinci nodded in agreement, picked up the suitcase, and walked out the door.
After the door closed, Sing Sing threw away the red-stained tissue and looked at the follow-up form on the corner of the table.
The materials for going to Japan are still being reviewed by the intelligence department, while the resettlement project for Geggebu and others has begun to operate normally during this period.
He picked up a pen and drew a circle behind the Ankang project.
Ten hours later, in the mountainous area of Ankang.
Sing Sing stood at the entrance of the chicken farm and checked the project address sent by Xiao Liu twice.
There was no wooden fence or hens running around everywhere.
The enclosed chicken towers, with ten to twelve layers in total, are arranged in a row, with automatic feeding pipes suspended in mid-air.
There were also two inspection robots rolling back and forth at the entrance.
"Hey, Xiao Liu, are you sure this is a chicken farm?"
"Yes, it's confirmed. The first phase of the Ankang Special Agricultural Resettlement Demonstration Project, covering 50 mu of land and housing 100,000 chickens, has passed construction acceptance."
One hundred thousand?
Sing Sing took off his sunglasses and looked at the chicken tower in the distance. "Why did the engineering department build a chicken industrial city?"
"Director Zhou, Geggebu's body is highly flammable. The dust concentration in ordinary chicken coops is too high, and the fire safety assessment was not passed. We can only use a closed-loop environmental control chicken tower."
The sound of files being flipped through came from Xiao Liu's end, "Automatic feeding, automatic manure removal, automatic egg collection."
"The inspection robot checks the water line and the condition of the chickens every four hours, and the automatic dead chicken sorting system has also been integrated into the harmless disposal area."
Sing Sing looked moved and asked, "How much did this cost?"
"The special resettlement funds will not be drawn from your office's budget."
"That's good. Agricultural modernization requires significant investment; we can't be stingy when it comes to ensuring people's livelihoods."
Sing Sing hung up the phone, went to the door, and pressed the doorbell.
The identification post next to the door completes the identity verification, and the disinfection cabinet then dispenses disposable protective clothing and shoe covers.
After changing clothes and passing through the air shower corridor, the inner isolation doors opened to both sides.
Baobao ran out wearing a light blue uniform with a zookeeper's badge hanging around its neck. Its previously thin cheeks had become much rounder these days.
"Director Zhou! You've arrived!"
"Yeah, I came to see if you guys stole the chickens the organization gave you to make fried chicken."
"No way! We get a meal every day, we don't need to steal chickens!"
Baobao led Sing Sing inside, pointing to the electronic screen on the wall not far away.
"Today, we have 100,322 birds, with 87,400 eggs laid and a breakage rate of 0.6%. Geggebu says it might even drop further next month!"
Where are the others?
"Arguing with the dead chicken sorting robot at Chicken Tower Number Nine."
Sing Sing Chow paused, "What do you mean by arguing with a sorting robot? He can even offend a robot?"
"The robot separated six dead chickens today. Geggebu felt it wasn't handling them respectfully and demanded it be shut down for rectification."
Old Zhou, who thought it was nonsense, decided to go and see for himself; he had never seen a person argue with a robot before.
Chicken Tower Observation Room No. 9
Geggebu squatted beside the conveyor belt, wearing a full flame-retardant work suit, holding a white-feathered hen in his hands.
He would move to the side as soon as the robot extended its gripper arm.
"Don't pinch its legs! It laid a huge egg yesterday!"
The electronic prompt repeated, "The subject has lost vital signs. Please place it in the disposal channel."
"No way! You were dragging Number Three's wings just now, and all his feathers fell out!"
"Please place it in the harmless disposal channel."
Apologize first!
Sing Sing looked through the glass for more than ten seconds before pushing the door open and going in.
The clamping arm retracted into the fuselage, Geggebu turned his head, his pink skin becoming even brighter.
"Stephen! Come see my chickens!"
"If I don't come soon, are you planning to give each of the 100,000 chickens an employee ID card?"
"May I?"
"Can't!"
Geggebu lowered his head and stroked the hen's feathers, looking somewhat dejected.
"It's dead, the robot is going to throw it down."
"Listen to me, Xiao Bu, dead chickens must be disposed of in a harmless manner, otherwise it will affect the other chickens. This is a safety regulation for the farm."
"I understand... but it can't be dragged along!"
Sing Sing thought for a moment, "Hey, Baobao, contact the manufacturer the bureau works with and see if you can change the gripper arms to a tray type. That way, the dead chickens can be laid flat and then sent into the processing channel."
Baobao, finding it feasible, and took out his terminal to start contacting people.
Geggebu placed the hen on a spare tray and carefully tidied its wings.
"May I hold a small memorial service for it?"
Sing Sing didn't stop it, saying, "Three minutes is the time limit; production must not be affected."
"Thanks."
Geggebu stood in front of the tray, thinking for a long time before finally muttering to himself.
Sing Sing felt extremely uncomfortable listening to this; if things continued to escalate, he might end up being dragged into giving a speech at a memorial service.
"Time's up, send it away. The rest of the chickens are waiting for you to take care of them."
Geggebu nodded and pushed the tray into the aisle.
After leaving the chicken tower, Baobao led Sing Sing to see the egg collection line and the central control room, and then demonstrated to him how to adjust the temperature and humidity using a tablet.
"I'm usually in charge of external procurement, contacting veterinarians, and receiving manufacturers. Geggebu mainly stays on the farm to manage the chickens."
Is someone giving you trouble?
"No, people in the nearby towns only know that two technicians came here. They've seen me, but they've never seen Geggebu."
Baobao looked at the pink figure behind the glass, busy checking the water dispenser line.
"He's not suited to go out right now. I can speak to people outside on his behalf, and once everyone gradually understands what kind of person he is, he can then choose for himself whether or not to go out."
Sing Sing took the tablet and flipped through their shift schedules.
There were no all-night shifts, nor was Bao Bao's one- Baobao ability included in the emergency plan.
Great, neither of his two biggest fears came true.
"Remember, if the chicken tower catches fire, evacuate according to the contingency plan."
"Mmm-hmm," Baobao vigorously, "I got 98 points on the last safety training test!"
"Why are two points missing?"
"There was a question asking who should be notified first in an accident involving workers with special skills. I chose Director Zhou, but the standard answer is the on-site safety officer."
Sing Sing shoved the tablet back into his arms and said seriously, "These two points are a very reasonable deduction. If there's a real accident, go find the safety officer first. If you come to me, you'll only get moral encouragement."