Fat Steve’s description was accurate. Sorting out packages was as easy as kicking a football.They would point their toes at the parcel and strongly kick it. The package would fly for ten meters. No one cared about the sellers or the buyers. Nothing mattered as long as the package was delivered.Actually, it was not that these workers did not want to be more responsible. The regular workers were even rougher on the packages. When the conveyor belt started, there was no time for you to handle the packages carefully. It did not matter whether it said fragile or expensive. If the cardboard box broke, there were designated people to collect them, taped them up, and put them back on the conveyor belt.“This package broke. It seems to be wine or something. I can smell the alcohol.”“Don’t bother with it. It’s fine as long as the delivery receipt doesn’t get wet. Throw it back on the conveyor belt. Remember, the delivery receipt faces up.”The group of workers had a clear designated parking
It was ten o’clock in the morning at the mathematics department of the research building.Professor Phil sat at his desk and looked at his computer screen. He was editing a thesis meticulously.He read through the argument and the logical process of the calculation. He could not help but felt a sense of astonishment. Even though he carried a pair of criticizing eyes and wanted to find mistakes to ask Blake to fix, he felt like he did not even know where to begin.He finished inspecting the thesis and did not find a single unnecessary calculation.The only thing he could help was to edit and fix the sentence structure and English vocabulary.“The young ones are going to soon surpass us,” said Professor Phil as he leaned against his chair.At the exact moment, his office door was pushed open.The person did not knock or greet him. It was this type of impolite behaviors that made Professor Phil frowned. However, after seeing who it was, he relaxed and his face had a slight smile.It was
What was Blake doing?He was obviously sleeping.After working all night, his phone ran out of battery. He went back to his dorm at seven o’clock in the morning, plugged in his phone and went to bed.Blake woke up in the afternoon. There was no one in his dorm.He felt his stomach rumbling. He rubbed his eyes, climbed down the stairs and went to wash his face. Then, he put on some clothes and headed towards the cafeteria.Blake ordered a bowl of fried rice and soy milk and sat down in a corner. He took out his phone and was about to scroll through his friends’ news feed.However, when he opened his phone, he saw that Professor Phil’s office left him a dozen missed calls.“Maybe he finished editing the thesis? Why... Why are there so many missed calls?”Blake did not know what to think. In no time, he finished eating dinner and quickly put his tray on the collecting table. He then started to walk towards the research building....“I called you all day and you didn’t pick up. What are
Blake did not expect that his unintentional thoughts became reality.The day before his mathematical analysis exams on Saturday, he received an email regarding his successful submission.Blake could not wait to open up the website. He entered his account and password excitedly and saw the submission status column became [Completed – accepted]!That meant that the reviewer was very satisfied with the author’s thesis and decided to accept the thesis.Once at this stage, the paper would be published in the journal either in this month or the next. It would also be accepted into the SCI journal database, thus allowing mathematics researchers from around the globe to refer to it.Blake’s heart was filled with excitement. He took a deep breath and tried to meditate to calm himself down.In general, anyone that could skip the [Revise] stage was insane. Even experienced professors would occasionally be tortured by the ridiculous requirements of the reviewers which resulted in them having to r
Hmm...In a sense, these refreshed missions were actually pretty good.Especially after he looked at the first mission.[Mission 1: Never stop researchingDescription: Blow up a municipal research instituteRewards: The subject experience value is determined by the research contribution of the institute (minimum value 5000). General points are determined by the amount of economic loss occurred. One chance of lucky draw (85% garbage, 15% sample).]“What in the hell is this?” Blake could not help but swear out loud.He now understood why this so-called high tech system would have a long distance running mission.It was to train his body in preparation for this type of mission.Without any hesitation, Blake excluded this mission as an option even though the experience points awarded was tempting.[Mission 2: Not a single grain of sand in your eyesDescription: Corruption is the root of the prevention of academic progress. The waste of scientific research funding in human society leads
It was Saturday afternoon, Blake finished his mathematical analysis exam and turned his paper in. He then walked to Prof Phil’s office.He walked in and was surprised to see quite a lot of people standing in his office.In addition to Professor Phil, not only was Dean Johnson here but also Professor Bob Foster, the Director of the Computer Department of the Software Institute. His name was well known in the computer industry. Even though Blake had never taken his classes, he still knew who he was.In addition, there was a young man and a young woman.The guy wore glasses. He was neither tall nor short. He looked very ordinary and did not stand out much. However, just from standing there, Blake could feel his “genius” aura.It seemed that this was the genius that Professor Phil talked about. The guy that won the national computer design competition twice in high school!This guy really is a genius!Blake said in his heart.He completely ignored the girl.One, the presence on her side w
“Blake”Blake was walking towards the male dorms when he heard someone shouting his name. He turned and saw Diane jog towards him.Her fair hands rested on her kneecaps as Diane bent her waist and gasped slightly. She gasped again and asked, “Why are you walking so fast?”Blake asked, “What’s up?”“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to thank you for what happened back at Professor Phil’s office. I owe you one,” said Diane with a smile on her face.“Oh, that’s nothing. Don’t need to thank me,” said Blake as he shook his head.“Even though I know I’m very stupid, I’ll work hard and catch up to you! So... thank you for giving me a chance,” said Diane.Emm...This isn’t possible.There’s no way for you to catch up. You can’t even catch up to the tail light.However, he did not burn this bridge. Blake still tried to smile, “Well, work hard. I believe you can do it.”“Really? Thank you for your support!” said Diane. As she kept her hands behind her back, she said happily, “Then... As a way to t
Blake was different compared to how most people wrote theses. All of his problems could be solved by asking the system, therefore the importance of proposing appropriate ideas far exceeds the realization of the idea itself.Thus, the key to the problem itself lied in choosing the topic.Blake’s criteria for choosing a topic was very simple.Since he was going to be a mudslide in the academic world, then he would have to find the easiest topic to do! The easiest journal to submit to!What was worth mentioning was, as the second largest science major in the engineering department, finding an easy journal to submit to was relatively easy.Just like mathematics, where a “new solution to a proof theorem” could be published into a thesis, in the field of computer science, even a new algorithm could be published into a paper.13 years ago, in an interview with the guy who founded Foth Academy, he said, “90% of academic papers are useless”, and “How many PhD papers have really been used?”. Hu