ebonymovies Chapter 233 Efficiency Allergy
Chapter 233 Efficiency Allergy
The entrance is too clean.
It's not the kind of cleanliness that comes from a fresh sweep, but rather the kind of "physical cleanliness."
There wasn't a single grain of sand in the cracks of the asphalt road, the oil stains that had accumulated at the base of the lampposts for years had vanished without a trace, and even the dust in the air seemed to be forcibly filtered out by some kind of rule when it passed through the area in front of the door.
Wang Wei, dressed in his dark gray sanitation worker uniform, stood at the bottom of the steps, holding a sorghum broom he had bought for five yuan.
The smiley face drawn on its face with an oil-based pen looked both standard and absurd in the cool morning light.
"Finished sweeping?" Wang Minyu blew away the tea leaves on the surface of the tea mug.
Wang Wei didn't speak, he just nodded mechanically.
Its range of motion, frequency, and even the angle of its neck tilt when nodding are all full of the precision of an industrial assembly line.
As a formatted "cleaner," it retains its instinct as a high-dimensional logical weapon—to execute instructions, even if the instruction is simply "sweep the floor."
"Boss, this thing is a bit creepy." Guan Shan yawned as he walked out of the shop, carrying two meat buns in his hand. They were made by Pierre from the leftover scraps of yesterday's "Workers' Soup," which was said to make people want to work on a construction site for three days and three nights.
Guan Shan pointed at Wang Wei: "I just saw a fly fly by. It just glanced at me, and then... it was gone. It didn't fly away, it vanished on the spot, without a trace. Is that what you call cleaning?"
"Why not?" Wang Minyu took a sip of tea. "Pest control is also part of the cleaning work. I'll have Su Qing add a module to it later, and we can save money on mosquito coils in the store from now on."
Just then, a man in a suit stumbled and ran from the street corner.
His tie was askew, his briefcase was clutched tightly to his chest, and his leather shoes made a chaotic, disorganized rhythm on the asphalt road.
This person had two huge dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was so greasy it could be used to cook a dish. He looked like he had been drained and then forced to drink Red Bull, and he was in a state of high excitement.
He rushed down the steps of the pharmacy, panting heavily, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Wei, who was sweeping the floor.
"Six o'clock... six thirty-one." The man in the suit raised his wrist, glanced at the expensive mechanical watch, and said in a hoarse voice, "I ran three blocks, and the traffic light wait time was four minutes and twenty seconds. Based on my pace, I should have arrived here at exactly six thirty."
Wang Minyu didn't respond, he just looked at him.
"One minute. I wasted a whole minute!" The man in the suit suddenly screamed, tearing at his hair in frustration. "That one minute's error has completely ruined my schedule for today! Morning meeting, debriefing, project coordination... all destroyed!"
Guan Shan took a bite of his steamed bun and mumbled his comment: "Has this guy lost his mind? Is being a minute late really such a big deal, like his father just died?"
"A classic case of time anxiety, plus a severe obsession with efficiency." Wang Minyu placed his teacup on the wooden shelf on the door frame. "Working at a major internet company for too long has made me think of myself as a server without redundant computing power. Once a process gets blocked, I panic in the kernel."
The man in the suit, however, had no attention on Wang Minyu at all.
He stared intently at the broom in Wang Wei's hand.
Wang Wei is cleaning the edge of the steps.
Every swing of the sorghum broom is at an absolute 45 degrees.
It can even adjust the cleaning intensity in real time based on wind speed, the quality of fallen leaves, and air humidity.
Not a single leaf will stir up extra dust, and not a single broom will do any useless work.
"This...this is impossible." The man in the suit threw down his briefcase, strode over to Wang Wei, and observed its movements with almost greedy intent. "This efficiency...this granular control of the movements. How did you achieve this? Which company developed your path planning algorithm? Why is there absolutely no wasted effort?"
Wang Wei stopped what he was doing.
Its face, adorned with a smiley face symbol, shifted ninety degrees, aiming at the man in the suit.
"Please give way. Obstacles have been recorded. Execute detour protocol." A mechanical electronic voice came from Wang Wei's body.
Then, in an extremely contorted yet perfectly physics-efficient manner, it bypassed the man in the suit and continued sweeping.
The man in the suit's worldview was severely shaken.
His proud "fragmented time management" and "ultimate efficiency optimization" are like a primitive man's proud stone axe meeting a CNC machine tool in front of this cleaner.
"I...I need treatment." The man in the suit turned around, stumbled up the steps, and grabbed Wang Minyu's white coat. "My name is Lin Hao, and I'm the operations director at 'Lightyear Technology.' I've been sleeping only three hours a day for the past three months. When I close my eyes, all I can think about are Gantt charts and conversion rates. Prescribe me the strongest sleeping pills, anything that can stop me from..."
Wang Minyu pulled out the crumpled white coat he had been clutching and pointed to the consultation table in the room: "Let's go inside and talk. Also, take off your shoes. Wang Wei just swept the floor; if you step on it, he'll treat you like trash and clean it up."
Lin Hao scrambled through the door.
At the consultation table, Wang Minyu placed three fingers on Lin Hao's cun-guan-chi (a traditional Chinese medical term for acupoint measurement).
The pulse is rapid and taut, like pressing a harp string, beating without any discernible pattern.
This is a typical case of excessive liver and gallbladder fire, with the heart and spirit being malnourished.
My body was extremely exhausted, but my spirit was still burning fiercely.
"You don't have insomnia." Wang Minyu withdrew his hand, took the prescription, and said, "You have 'efficiency allergy.' You treat life like a program that needs constant patching, tolerating no ineffective operations. Right now, your system is refusing to grant your body the permission to hibernate."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Hao nodded vigorously. "Doctor, it's so good that you understand. Is there any medication that, when taken orally, can forcibly block neuronal connections? Even if it means blacking out for a few hours, I'll take it!"
Wang Minyu paused, wrote a few words on the prescription slip, and pushed it over.
Lin Hao eagerly approached the sign and saw it read: [Observe sanitation worker Wang Wei sweeping for three hours. No cell phones or watches allowed.]
"What kind of treatment plan is this?!" Lin Hao slammed his fist on the table in protest. "My time is worth hundreds of dollars per minute! You want me to watch an old man sweep the floor? This is a scam!"
"This is a separate price. The consultation fee is five thousand, pay first and then receive treatment." Wang Minyu tapped the payment code. "You can refuse. Turn right after you go out and you'll find the psychiatry department of the Second Hospital. They will prescribe laurazapam for you. You'll fall asleep after taking it, but when you wake up, your brain will experience more severe anxiety because you missed eight hours of 'productivity time.' Ultimately, you'll turn yourself into a vegetable who can only code."
Lin Hao stood frozen in place.
The other person's words precisely struck at his deepest fears.
He had tried taking sleeping pills, but the disconnect he felt after the medication wore off was worse than death.
After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth, scanned the code, handed over his phone and watch, moved a small stool, and sat at the door, staring intently at Wang Wei.
During the first hour, Lin Hao was extremely agitated, his legs were shaking, and he was muttering to himself, calculating the economic value he was losing.
In the second hour, the amplitude of his leg shaking decreased.
Wang Wei's sweeping motions, which completely violated human physiology yet perfectly conformed to mathematical geometry, began to forcibly invade his optic nerve.
That extreme, utterly redundant efficiency gave him a morbid sense of pleasure.
In the third hour, Lin Hao became completely quiet.
He even started mimicking Wang Wei's breathing rhythm (even though Wang Wei didn't breathe at all).
When Wang Minyu came out with a teacup, Lin Hao was squatting on the steps, holding a sorghum stalk that had fallen from a broom, repeatedly poking at it in a crack.
"How are you feeling?" Wang Minyu asked.
"It's so beautiful..." Lin Hao's eyes were glazed over, his voice weak. "His sweeping motions contained the Fibonacci sequence. There weren't any unnecessary steps. Compared to that, the efficiency I used to pursue was just a bunch of garbage code."
"This is the root of your problem." Wang Minyu looked down at him. "You worship efficiency, but you can't achieve it to the extreme. Now, a cleaner has dealt you a crushing blow in terms of efficiency. Your pride has shattered."
Lin Hao's body trembled violently.
"When a person discovers that what they are proud of is just factory settings in the eyes of others, that sense of powerlessness will cut off all sources of anxiety." Wang Minyu turned and walked back. "Go to the backyard to settle the bill. While I'm at it, go find Pierre and get a bowl of 'useless soup.' After drinking it, go back and get some sleep, and accept the fact that you are just a mortal."
Lin Hao did not refute.
He stood up blankly and walked to the backyard.
Behind him, a small gray ball of light, representing "frustration and surrender," slowly drifted into Wang Minyu's starry sky panel.
Although it wasn't the extreme primal emotion required for the Heaven-Mending Project, this high-quality daily nourishment was enough to make the Spirit Gathering Array operate more smoothly.
Wang Minyu leaned against the door frame, watching Wang Wei wiping the glass.
This killing machine from a higher dimension is currently using a rag to draw a perfect golden spiral on the glass.
"These patients really need some magic to defeat magic."