Chapter 460 - 448: Cyber Secretary Online
Chapter 460: Chapter 448: Cyber Secretary Online
The next morning, at the Weisren Heavy Industry headquarters.
Vera, Colin, and Lina were, for once, not in their offices buried under mountains of paperwork. Instead, they stood side-by-side at the entrance to the first-floor lobby, looking utterly haggard, like three ghosts.
Colin’s eyes were sunken, and he was still clutching a roll of financial reports he hadn’t finished reading.
"If he just shows up today to feed us a bunch of empty promises, or spout some nonsense like ’keep up the good work’," Colin seethed, staring at the street, "I swear I’m going to smack him in the face with this report and go back to the countryside to be a farmer."
Vera held a cup of a dark green, concentrated stimulant potion, swallowing a mouthful with a deadpan expression. The bitter taste made her tightly furrowed brow relax just a little.
Lina, meanwhile, was rubbing her throbbing temples. The continuous, high-intensity use of her [Emotion Spectrum Vision] while wrangling with the "old foxes" from the major merchant guilds made her feel like her brain was about to fry.
She let out a plaintive sigh. "A businessman’s promise is like a player’s vow. Nice to listen to, but that’s about it."
The words had barely left her lips when a figure came walking unhurriedly around the corner.
It was Allen.
He was still dressed in the same deep black mage robes, his aura restrained and calm, a stark contrast to the three employees before him who looked as if they had just stumbled off a battlefield.
’Looks like my central intelligent secretary has arrived just in time.’
Allen glanced at the three of them and, without any unnecessary pleasantries, gestured to the center of the lobby.
There, two brand-new, very sci-fi-looking pieces of "furniture" had appeared at some point.
One was a floor-standing interactive column next to the front desk, shaped like a white Obelisk. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, with only a band of pale blue light slowly circulating around its center.
The other was a desktop device on a coffee table in the lobby’s rest area, shaped like a black truncated pyramid with a minimalist design.
"What... the hell is this stuff?" Colin pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the metal objects engraved with fine Runes, full of scrutiny and suspicion.
Allen didn’t explain, just tilted his chin at Colin. "Go try it and you’ll find out."
Colin walked over suspiciously and stood about half a meter from the metal column. He spoke tentatively, "Hello?"
The next second, a gentle, steady male voice echoed clearly throughout the lobby.
"Hello, Mr. Colin. I am Jarvis, Weisren Heavy Industry’s chief intelligent support system."
"Detecting that your current heart rate is elevated, your Spiritual Power fluctuations are at the fatigue threshold, and the concentration of stimulant potion in your system is excessive. System recommendation: You should cease work immediately, take one Low-Level Vitality Potion, and ensure at least six hours of deep sleep."
Colin was stunned speechless, then snapped in annoyance, "You think I don’t want to?!"
Allen’s voice cut in at the right moment. "There are three products in total, named ’The Receptionist,’ ’The Best Helper,’ and ’The Reliable Messenger.’ But they themselves are just interactive terminals."
"Behind them, through my self-built ’Lighthouse’ cross-plane communication network, they are connected in real-time to Jarvis at the Cybertron Workshop. From today on, it will provide comprehensive intelligent services to all company employees."
"The one in front of you is ’The Receptionist.’ It’s mainly for clients. You’ll need to upload product information and pricing, and it will be able to display it via holographic projection."
Allen then walked over to the desktop device.
"This is ’The Best Helper’ workstation, configured specifically for management and clerical staff." Allen looked at Colin. "Recite some data from the Golem Division for the last quarter. Any numbers will do."
Colin took a deep breath, his brain rapidly accessing his memory. He decided to give this so-called "intelligence" a real challenge.
"Last quarter’s total Golem shipments were 1,420 units, consisting of 800 Tutoring Golems and 620 Service Golems. Total revenue was 1.12 million Low-Level Magic Stones. The raw material loss rate was 14%."
"Additionally, Order #4267 requires the delivery of 300 Service Golems before the 15th of next month, but our Production Line Two currently has a yield of only 81%, and Supervisor Rodney is on leave for three days."
Colin spoke extremely quickly, the information dense and full of variables.
"Jarvis, generate a quarterly analysis report with quarter-on-quarter comparisons and trend forecasts. And provide an optimized production schedule for this order," Allen said calmly.
"Processing. Complete."
In less than two seconds.
On the holographic screen above the workstation, a waterfall of data streamed past.
An extremely detailed report, complete with charts and text, hovered in mid-air.
A pie chart clearly displayed the shipment proportions; a line graph compared the revenue trends with the previous quarter; and the anomalous loss rate was highlighted in red, accompanied by three suggestions for improvement.
And at the very bottom was a production plan, precise down to the hour.
"Based on the current yield and the variable of Supervisor Rodney’s absence, it is recommended to divert 20% of Production Line One’s capacity to Production Line Two and suspend non-urgent testing on Production Line Three. Additionally, daily maintenance time should be shortened by 15 minutes. The projected completion date for Order #4267 is the 12th of next month, three days ahead of schedule," Jarvis’s voice announced in sync.
"Boss..." Colin was floored. "If we’d had this thing six months ago, I could’ve lived at least thirty years longer."
Vera couldn’t hold back either. She fired off a question at high speed, "If a Magic Potion Science lecturer at Black Rock Academy suddenly resigns, and there are three major classes tomorrow morning, can it handle that?"
"Based on your authorized data," Jarvis’s voice responded instantly, "I can search all branches for available lecturers within three seconds. The current optimal solution is to dispatch Level 2 lecturer Martin from the nearby Starwind Castle Academy, which will take two hours via the Teleportation Array. Simultaneously, I will automatically send a letter of apology for a two-hour delay to the Frost Wind Academy’s Academic Affairs Office, and include a complimentary Golem maintenance service as compensation. Ms. Vera, shall I proceed?"
"What about scheduling! Faculty allocation for all the academy branches, tracking teaching progress, managing client files... can it do all of that?"
Before Allen could answer, "Jarvis" from the workstation responded instantly, "Ms. Vera, based on your authorized company database, I can generate optimal class schedules for all eleven academy branches in three seconds and monitor the teaching progress of each branch in real-time."
"If any branch’s progress deviates beyond the preset threshold, your personal terminal will receive an automatic alert. All client follow-up records, contract statuses, and payment cycles will be presented on your workstation in the form of visual charts."
Vera’s eyes lit up. It was the look of someone witnessing the descent of an Angel.
Allen then took out a wristband and handed it to the three of them. "This wristband is more portable, but the functions are mostly the same."
The three of them studied it for a long time as if holding a holy relic, their faces practically overflowing with joy.
"There are a few important things I need to tell you," Allen said, knocking on the table to bring their attention back.
The three of them immediately straightened up, wiping the dopey grins off their faces.
"First, Jarvis does not store any company data locally on the terminals. All computations are performed within Cybertron. The terminals are only responsible for input and display."
"Second, permissions are tiered. Jarvis will only display information to employees of the corresponding rank. Unauthorized queries are strictly forbidden, and you are absolutely not to lend your personal terminal to anyone else."
"Third, security measures." Allen picked up the silver-gray wristband. "All hardware has a built-in self-destruct Rune. If it’s forcibly dismantled or taken outside the company’s designated safe zone, it will instantly melt down."
The three of them nodded in unison, indicating they understood.
’All headquarters staff get a wristband, department heads get a workstation, and we’ll place an interactive column in the first-floor lobby of each branch. Rodney’s factory will get a full set as well...’ Colin’s brain was already working at high speed.
"My god, think of the communication costs this will save! All those tedious approval processes and data verifications can be handed over to Jarvis!"
Vera immediately seized on the core issue, looking at Allen. "What about the cost? This level of cross-plane communication must have a high mana consumption. If it’s too expensive, we can’t afford to use it."
Allen glanced at her. "The hardware is produced by Cybertron, so the cost is negligible. The base stations only require maintenance, which works out to less than one thousand Low-Level Magic Stones per month."
One thousand Magic Stones.
Colin quickly did the math in his head. Hiring a single reliable Advanced Apprentice clerk cost at least one hundred Magic Stones a month. Ten of them would be a thousand.
But Jarvis was a hundred times more efficient than ten clerks, and it would never make mistakes, never complain, and never leak secrets.
"Boss." Colin put his glasses back on, his expression solemn. "I take back the curses I was leveling at you in my head earlier. I was born a man of Weisren Heavy Industry, and I’ll die a ghost of it."
A smile touched the corner of Vera’s lips. "I’ll arrange for deployment immediately. I want every branch to be using this within three days."
Allen nodded. "I’ll leave that to you and Colin. Lina, you’ll be in charge of auditing employee permissions and providing emotional reassurance. Don’t let them feel like they’re being monitored by a machine, and teach them how to use it as soon as possible."
"No problem," Lina said, her smile as bright as a flower.
Allen quickly installed a small signal base station in Colin’s office.
Employees who had heard the news crowded the doorway. When they heard their supervisor announce the incredible news, the crowd erupted in irrepressible, joyous cheers.
Goodbye, tedious paperwork! Goodbye, endless overtime!
From this day forward, every single person at Weisren Heavy Industry would have an omniscient, omnipotent, and eternally reliable "Best Helper"!
Allen watched the cheering crowd, but he didn’t stay.
He nodded to Vera and Colin.
"Keep up the good work."
With that said, he turned and, under the fanatically adoring gazes of the employees, walked back toward the Teleportation Array on the corner, his figure disappearing in a flash of light.