Shibuya District is a new commercial center in Tokyo. Although its status is not as good as Chuo District and Minato District, it brings together many high-tech companies and has become a very popular area for high-tech companies. The headquarters of Microsoft in Japan is also established here.

Tezuka Mitsuka shivered all over and complained to the section chief: "The air conditioning company is too much, don't you know how to handle after-sales repairs?"

The head of the section chief Dao Ling and Shi were holding a steaming cup of water in their hands, but they kept sucking their noses, and the steam covered his glasses with a layer of mist. He picked up the cup and drank the water, and said slowly: "Tezuka Jiang, although the air conditioner cannot be used now, the work cannot be delayed. I remember that when I was snowing outside, the pen water was frozen, so I still had to insist on working..."

"But it's been 1995!" Tezuka Hiroshi slapped the section chief's desk vigorously, as if this could make him warmer through exercise: "In such a severe winter, not being able to use air conditioners is simply a matter of life!"

"There's no way. Recently, the cooling has suddenly dropped. Many places have heard that the air conditioners in this brand have been burned. Even if you change the air conditioner immediately, you have to report it and then the president personally approved it. You can only purchase it for a common business course, and then make an appointment with the assembler to come to your door. You have to make a week of trouble..."

"Then go and do it!" Tezuka Hikaru complained, "I'm so angry. If I'm not a little more active, wouldn't I use the air conditioner in a week?"

"Don't be impatient, Tezuka Ken."

Xiluru, Kazushi Kazushi continued to drink his tea. Then he said oh, and suddenly asked, "Have you entered Kasawa Yujun's manuscript? I will send it to the president for review tomorrow."

Tezuka Hiroshi stretched out his hand and bent his fingers in front of Sato's light man, and he heard crackling sounds between his finger joints.

He sighed and said, "I'm in a hurry, but you see my hands are frozen! My fingers are not flexible, so how can I type?"

"Oh, it's so cold! Why is the room even colder than outside!"

With the sound of opening the door, Tezuka Hiroshi rushed to the back of his neck and blew a cold wind like a knife. He shivered, looked back excitedly, but muttered disappointedly: "What, it's Dokami-kun. I thought the after-sales service of the air conditioning company had finally arrived."

"Tezuka, the air conditioner has not been repaired yet? This ghost weather is simply a life-threatening person."

Tezuka Hikaru pursed his lips and said, "Who told our company to be cheap at the time? The product is not good, and the after-sales service will not be good either! Look at me, my hands are frozen and I can't work at all."

"Oh, by the way!" said Tuo from the hall with a light of inspiration: "You should be able to use this thing Tezuka-chan."

As he said that, Toshi Toshi took out a magazine from his backpack and stuffed it into his hand.

"Computer Magazine? Are you using it to burn it for warmth?" said Tezuka Mitsuraki.

"No, here, look here!" Dokami said, pointing to an advertisement in the magazine.

"Xinke Computer Company? Outsourcing data entry, program testing, software development and other businesses. Opening a big reward, the first 300,000 words of group customer data entry are free, and the subsequent entry of 1,000 words is 50 yen?" Tezuka Mitsuka said in a daze: "We are a publishing house, not a software company, why are you showing me this?"

"You're so stupid!" The hall looked at him unyieldingly and said, "Isn't the same as the manuscript input? A thousand words are 50,000 yen, you can find a lower one in Tokyo than here? There are fewer thousand words, 500 yen! If the club is willing to give you a certificate, you can also get a free trial of 300,000 words. You pay for it yourself, and the manuscript of 100,000 words is only 5,000 yen, 5,000 yen! It's just a meal."

"It's really that cheap? How can a typist get such a salary!" Tezuka Mitsuka exclaimed.

Tuo Tan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Go and try your luck, you can't work now."

Tezuka Mitsuka excitedly said to the head of the Inaoli and the city: "Okay, then head, I'll try it now!"

Daoling and Shi looked at him through foggy glasses, nodded and said, "Okay, but you must come back before the afternoon. If the news is inaccurate, you will have to work overtime."

"See you in the hall!" Tezuka Hiroshi ran out in a flash.

Tezuka Hiroshi didn't go far and easily found the Xinke Computer Company in an office building near Aoyama College.

In the building that is more than ten stories high, Xinke Computer Company rented seven or eight floors. The large water meter logo was hung on the glass outside the window, which was extremely eye-catching.

Taking the elevator to the seventh floor, as soon as Tezuka Hiroshi entered the door, a female OL in a uniform came up.

"Hello, I am Suzuki Moonami, a customer representative of Xinke Computer. What services can I provide for you?"

"Hello, I..." Tezuka Hikaru found himself a little nervous and his heartbeat a little fast, which is rare.

Did I have a cold? He shook his head, suppressed this feeling, and said, "I have a manuscript that needs to be entered into the computer, about 100,000 words. I heard you can provide this kind of service?"

"Yes, please come with me." Suzuki Honami turned sideways and extended her hand to welcome him: "Our Xinke Computer Company provides a complete set of computer outsourcing services, from data entry, program testing and software development to customizing dedicated software platforms for customers, all of which can be entrusted to us."

"Let's go here, have you brought your manuscript? Please give it to me." Suzuki Morimi brought Tezuka Hikaru to a studio, where there were ten people and ten computers. When she saw her coming in, she smiled and greeted her.

"Manager Suzuki, are you going to entertain guests in person again?"

"We'll do any job, after all, you're considered a Chinese manager."

Suzuki Honami smiled and waved her hand and said, "It is beneficial for me to grasp the business dynamics. Who said that the manager can't receive customers in person? Every customer is our God."

"Your manuscript?" Suzuki Moonami looked back at Tezuka Hiro.

"Ah, oh! Manuscript!" Domoto Hiro was shocked and woke up from his dizzy state. He quickly took the manuscript out of his backpack and handed it to her.

"Sir, are you an individual customer or a group customer? Do you need to sign a business confidentiality agreement?" Suzuki Honami neatly divided the manuscript into tens and sent it separately.

"I am an individual customer, but it's the company's business. Our air conditioner is broken and it's so cold that I can't type..."

Ten staff members were assigned a copy of their own manuscript, but only 20 or 30 pieces of paper per person. Turn on the scanner, scan each piece of paper into the computer, save the file name according to the special numbering rules, and then send it to the mail server of the 173rd Institute through the Internet.

The signal crossed the Yellow Sea at the speed of light, landed onto the mainland from Qingdao's submarine optical cable, and arrived in Beijing's servers in an instant. Then, these digital information was read through telecommunications lines and was read by Xiucheng's information server.

Liang Jinghui, the leader of the teaching and research team of electrical repair, has rarely paid attention to the teacher under his command. His more accurate description now seems to be the administrator of the computer room of a vocational high school. As the number of computers in the computer room of a vocational high school is increasing, he is becoming more and more happy and is sleeping here all day long to enjoy playing with these electronic elves.

When he heard the computer in front of him make a "drip" sound, he quickly opened the email receiving software, downloaded the files one by one, and arranged it to the printer's printing queue. Then he saw that there were ten electrostatic copiers in the classroom suddenly started creaking and rumbling out printing papers filled with Japanese.

Liang Jinghui picked up the walkie-talkie at hand and compared it to a task assignment table on the table and said: "Six groups, six groups, and 100,000-word Japanese manuscripts are entered, and you can move quickly."

"Six groups received it!" Li Yun's clear and powerful response sounded from the walkie-talkie.

Sure enough, within two minutes, two girls, Li Yun and Fu Xiaozhu, ran over with a huff. Then, under Liang Jinghui's command, they collected the printed documents in order, and each person carried a stack of them and ran out.

In the sixth computer room on the same floor, a group of students of the same age as Li Yun were sitting upright and typing on the keyboard.

"Li Xiao, Liu Huiming, Li Yixin, Diao Mengmeng, Ge Ning..."

The names of classmates came out of her mouth, and then the documents were sent one by one, and the crackling sounds in the classroom became even more intense.

Xiao Dong lay on the door and looked at Fu Xiaozhu secretly. As time goes by, the girl gradually became more and more watery. After work, he always strolled to the computer room six intentionally or unintentionally, just to look at her more.

Today, Director Mao is almost the only one left in the school machine tool workshop. His job is no longer to produce products, but to maintain machine tools for the school and occasionally provide some guidance for students who are on the machine, and he has suddenly become an increasingly popular vocational high school marginal person.

Xiao Dong had already been transferred from the machine tool workshop and became an administrator in the school computer room. His job is to pay attention to any computer fault at any time. If he can't handle it, he must notify Liang Jinghui to repair it as soon as possible.

After looking at the time, Xiao Dong walked reluctantly through the door of the sixth computer room. There are ten teaching buildings on this floor of such computer room, and each computer room has twenty computers. Although this is far inferior to the number of Internet cafe machines in later generations, the price of computers at this time is much more expensive than that in later generations. Only these two hundred computers are already more expensive than the fixed assets of the entire vocational high.

Time flies, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye. Xiao Dong was bored and wandering in the corridor, and suddenly heard Fu Xiaozhu in the sixth computer room call him softly.

"Brother Dong, come quickly!"

Xiao Dong's heart immediately started to beat faster.
Chapter completed!