Watching Lin Qi spout nonsense with his eyes wide open, Mr. Wo Delike could no longer keep a straight face. He thought Lin Qi was far too entertaining.
Even more entertaining was the reaction of the people, just as he had expected. It was like watching a comedy—the finest actors, the finest script, the finest content. How could anyone not laugh? Sai Weiruila shook her head. "I don't really understand."
Mr. Wo Delike looked at his daughter. He loved this atmosphere. As a father, passing on his experience and knowledge to his child made him proud to be a father.
"What did he just say..." He had intended to repeat Lin Qi's words, but he was afraid he would burst out laughing. He merely waved his hand with a quiet chuckle. "Forget it. I won't repeat it. It was probably something about rest and efficiency."
"Do you understand? He's revealing a message. If workers are given enough time to rest, they'll definitely be able to complete their daily tasks faster and better..."
Sai Weiruila still hadn't caught on. "What's wrong with that?"
Mr. Wo Delike nodded. "You've definitely never been to the factories at the very bottom, and you certainly don't know that our factories allow a certain defect rate. The higher the technological content of a product, the greater the permitted defect rate."
"For some cutting-edge technological manufacturing processes, because production techniques are limited by the technological capabilities we can currently control, the defect rate may exceed ninety percent!"
"It may even reach ninety-nine percent. As long as one or several qualified products are produced each time the assembly line runs, it counts as successful production."
"The ordinary factories at the bottom are the same. Even factories with the least technological content have a defect rate of around ten