C268 Statistical Workload
C268 Statistical Workload
The muscular man saw that Shen Lang had opened his mouth, so he didn't say anything more. He started to calculate his work load expectantly, "I roughly calculated, I moved about eighty wooden boxes this morning. It's more than that."
"So many?" Zhao Dacheng stared with his eyes wide open. Then, he became dejected again, "I only moved 15."
"I'm younger than you, only thirteen." Xu Mang, who was from the same class, was around 1.7 meters tall and weighed over 200 pounds. His movements were slower, "But I've also noticed others, and most of them have moved around a dozen or so people. "If we count it this way, then we will also be on the same level. Although this system is very f * cking stupid, shouldn't we at least let most of the people in the camp eat their fill?"
"But can you eat to your heart's content?" The muscular man teased.
"It's a joke that you guys want to eat your fill after such a small job!" While the people from Class 533 were teasing each other, an ear-piercing noise disturbed the atmosphere.
Following the source of the voice, everyone saw that it was still the same three-pronged sword that they had always been opposing. However, the one who spoke was the hook nose, and not flat-headed man, who was the leader of the three. Liu Tie looked behind the hooked nose and saw that half of flat-headed man's face was swollen, and his mouth was also swollen. That slap from Fu Pingtao on the sports field was really fierce.
"What, do you guys feel like you didn't get enough of a lesson this morning, and now you're asking our class's Shen Lang for a beating?" When the muscular man saw San Ji coming over, he immediately brought Shen Lang out. Then, he looked at flat-headed man, "That … That slap from Fu Pingtao, is it strong enough? Can you put your teeth back in place?"
flat-headed man wanted to open his mouth to retaliate, but the moment he opened his mouth, he revealed a mouth with several missing teeth, which attracted a burst of laughter from the muscular man and the others.
"Hmph, what's the big deal if you win against Fu Pingtao. Our Li-ge is at the fourth level of Common Rank. Shen Lang only has a bit of strength, but he didn't even have the chance to kneel and beg for mercy when facing Li-Ge. Have you guys seen Origin Energy Armour before? Even if Shen Lang's fist is broken, it still wouldn't be able to break Brother Li's defense. " The hook nose said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Oh right, I forgot to talk about proper business. How many wooden boxes did your trash class carry? Do you know how much we moved? "
"Three people, over 170!" The black skinned man quickly said, "On average, each person gets close to sixty."
"Just me alone moved eighty, what are you all smug about?" The muscular man jumped up.
"So that's why the trash class is just a trash class. With our New-advanced Class people here, you guys should never even think about turning over. I don't know if you people who have carried over a dozen wooden boxes will be able to eat your fill in the future. " The hook nose acted as if it did not hear the muscular man's words. After finishing his sentence, it left with a proud smile.
"These bastards have come to provoke us again." It must be because of the training camp's rule that we are not allowed to fight in the mines, which is why we dare to be so arrogant. " Zhao Dacheng gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"But, I haven't rested this morning. If they carried so many wooden boxes, I would probably run into them often on the way." The muscular man rubbed the back of his head, "I remember they were as tired as grandchildren before 9 o'clock. How can they carry so much?"
"Maybe they are just bragging. They did not make a sound even though you said that you moved eighty of them. Oh right, how many times have you moved to Shen Lang? I saw you take a dozen at a time and I was dumbfounded. You must have moved hundreds of them this morning, right? It's definitely the most numerous in the camp. " Zhao Dacheng asked Shen Lang.
The majority of the people in the mine had physical strength during the first half of the time. As time went on, more and more people became tired as they ran to the roadside to rest. As a result, the road became less crowded. Shen Lang took six more wooden boxes at once. He wanted to take more, but the length of the wire rope in his hands was limited. More wooden boxes wouldn't be able to be tied up.
"I'm not counting. We'll know when we get to the cafeteria." Shen Lang said.
After arriving at the entrance of the cafeteria, there were already many people standing in the line. The one in front of the line was still the bearded instructor who had given them the order this morning. Shen Lang now knew that this man was called Chen Chong, the "tree" Que De had just leaned on.
Chen Chong said, "Almost everyone's here. I'll tell you about your work this morning. As you can see, there are a lot of probes above the loading dock, which is used to count the workload for you. There is also a soldier on duty at the door to the warehouse to make sure that the amount of cargo you unload from the vehicle and the cargo you deliver to the warehouse are in the correct quantity. Everyone's workload was calculated according to the probe data of the loading dock. There were also some half-way connections. Under such circumstances, the workload was calculated for the man at the loading dock. Carry a wooden box and you can exchange it for a meal ticket. Now, I will start from New-advanced Class and read out everyone's workload. To the person who reads the name, sign in the registration office behind me and get the meal ticket. "
"He Yutang, one hundred and thirty-two. Feng Lee, 117. Lee Zhenyu, 95 years old. Fu Pingtao, 88. "Que De. Eighty-seven …"
Shen Lang silently noted down the names Liu Tie read out. This order of names was clearly based on the amount of missions in each class. The number two in New-advanced Class, Feng Lee, had a workload of one hundred and seven. In that case, He Yutang, who had the most work load, should be the number one person in New-advanced Class. When He Yutang was serving the meal, Shen Lang also saw him. He was a tall and thin young man in his early twenties who wore black-framed glasses and looked very bookish. It was hard to believe that such an unremarkable person was actually the number one figure in the New-advanced Class.
What was even more surprising to Shen Lang was that Wu had so much work to do. He was too clear about what Que De was capable of, and he did not know what sort of tricks this fatty had up his sleeve. As for Fu Pingtao, who was ranked in front of Que De, he should have more work to do. However, when Fu Pingtao was carrying the wooden crates, he paid more attention to exercise, so his efficiency was not that high.
"Zhen Gaofei 60, Yan Yuande 59, Chai Xiuran 59, Dong Ping 57 …" As Sun Tie read up to here, flat-headed man and the other two walked out of the group and looked at Shen Lang provocatively.
"How f * cking cocky!" The muscular man cursed softly.
The one who walked out of the team after flat-headed man and the other two was a well-built, good-looking young man who looked to be around 20 years old. He looked quite similar to instructor Dong Qian, probably the new good friend Que De made, Instructor Dong Qian's brother Dong Ping.