There is also spring for passers-by

Wen Wan said to her watch, "I'm looking for a job. Could you please help me search for job postings in the same city?"

"Okay, recruitment robot No. 0036 is here to serve you. Please wait."

The voice from her watch responded to her in a very mechanical female voice.

"Search complete, please check, Ms. Nie Wan."

A control menu appeared in the air. Wen Wan slid down the menu in front of her. When she checked, the positions of hotel waiter, restaurant receptionist, flower shop salesperson, etc. all turned black, which meant that someone had successfully applied for the job. This was updated at any time. In the end, only the positions of flower shop florist, hotel chef, and hotel pianist had no applicants.

The most popular professions in the interstellar world are: scientists, artists, and combat soldiers.

After many occupations can be replaced by robots, there will be little room for humans to find jobs. However, jobs like chefs and bartenders require taste, which robots cannot replace. Literature and art cannot be replaced by robots either. Robots do not understand literature, let alone art.

For humans in the interstellar star field, many arts have been lost, and their attainments in literature and art are very low. Many people have never picked up a pen in their entire lives, and even their signatures are verified by using watches.

Wen Wan had never worked as a flower arranger or a hotel chef in her previous quick-travel missions. She finally chose the job of hotel pianist. She clicked on it, and a beautiful young woman's profile picture appeared on the other end. "Hello, are you applying for the pianist position?"

"Yes, I can play the piano, but my major in college is floristry."

"Sorry, we don't accept people without relevant expertise. Please ask someone else."

If your major is not right, people won’t want you.

Wen Wan wanted to curse, but forget it, she decided to find a job first. She clicked on "Flower Arranger". A man in his early thirties appeared and asked, "You want to apply for a flower arranger position? What is your major?"

"Florist, junior."

"Okay, come over for the interview. If your flower arrangement satisfies me, I'll hire you immediately."

"But, Boss, I don't have any energy points. I'll definitely satisfy you. I'm really good at flower arrangement. Can you pay for my fare to East 12th Street in the West Third District first?"

He was really short of staff. The previous florist had left, and his shop couldn't do without a florist. He had never done something like paying energy points before the work started.

The middle-aged man said, "I transferred 100 energy points to you. Please come quickly."

"Okay, boss."

Wen Wan didn't want to delay, so she immediately contacted the nearest taxi and got in.

In the interstellar world, taxis are measured in speeds by the minute, with a minimum of 30 kilometers per minute and a maximum of 300 kilometers per minute. In busy areas, the speed requirement is 30 kilometers per minute, and there are strict requirements on the altitude in the air. It must be more than 100 meters above the ground. Below 100 meters is a safe area for human activities, and there are special parking areas in the corresponding areas. Even if you want to take a taxi, you must wait in that planned box.

She left the bustling area in one minute and then headed for her destination at a speed of 200 kilometers per minute. When she arrived, she paid 12 energy points, which is about the same as 12 yuan. It was very convenient.

"Zhang Wen Flower Shop" is a very common name. The shop is about 30 square meters and is filled with fresh flowers. Wen Wan can only recognize these flowers based on the memory of the original owner. The flowers on the Blue Water Planet (Earth) have all changed here. The one-layered ones have become multi-layered, the multi-layered ones have become giant, the small ones have become bigger, and the big ones have become bigger. The colors are not as pure as those on Earth. The pink is not pink, the red is not red, and the white is not white. It feels weird and indescribable.

The boss saw Wen Wan and urged, "Nie Wan, help me arrange the flowers quickly. I received 80 orders for love bouquets today, and 24 for my wife to celebrate her wedding anniversary. Hurry!"

Wen Wan went over the whole thing in her mind, thinking about the time when she was a dancer. She often received various flowers, which were arranged very artistically. She found several bouquets of flowers to express her love, matched the colors of those flowers, added flowers and leaves, trimmed them with scissors, and put them in a beautiful vase.

In StarCraft, environmental protection is very important. Instead of wrapping paper, various bottles are used. After they are inserted, a special delivery robot will come to pick them up.

The boss demanded speed, so she started mass production, putting a large bundle of each type, and then she made the initial matching. When it looked almost the same, she started pruning and putting them in vases.

Zhang Wen was very satisfied and felt that this girl was better than the last one. The flowers made from this arrangement looked better than before.

"Very beautiful, Assistant Robot, arrange 20 vases of flowers according to Teacher Nie's arrangement."

The robot has no creativity. The florist needs to come up with a style first, and then the robot will copy it exactly, even down to the height and position, and can quickly replicate it to within 1 mm.

If it takes Wen Wan 5 minutes to insert one bottle, he can insert 10 bottles in five minutes.

She changed the flower stand, picked out other flowers, tried to match them, and arranged them in a second style.

By repeating this operation, the assistant robot was able to replicate every model she inserted exactly, without any error.

There are two transport robots. When the courier robot arrives, they move all the flowers into the courier robot's cargo box and pass him a list of customers.

It sounds like a lot of business, but in reality, Wen Wan only plugged six bottles and was done, working for half an hour.

Zhang Wen checked the information on his ID card and said, "I was really worried earlier, afraid that customers would give me bad reviews. This is the most positive reviews I've received in the twelve years since I opened my shop. They're all five-star reviews, perfect scores."

Zhang Wen was very satisfied. "You created six artistic flower arrangements today. I've uploaded them to the Interstellar Flower Arrangement Art Network. If an assistant robot uses your flower arrangement ideas next time, you'll receive a creative fee."

Uh--

You can also charge creative fees!

Wen Wan didn't find Nie Wan. There was no one in the soul-nourishing bead, nor in the space inside her body. It was as if she had disappeared out of thin air. It was really strange.

"Boss, you mean I can still apply for a patent."

"This is the flower arrangement art you created, so of course you have to charge a creative fee."

"How many are there?"

"If a bouquet of flowers costs 100 energy points, the flower shop owner who chooses this idea will be deducted 3 energy points. You will get 1 energy point, and the other 2 will be taxes levied by the government and platform management fees."

Zhang Wen said, "Please help me design an artistic flower arrangement for my birthday."

"What age group are the bosses in? Children? Young people? Middle-aged people? Elderly people, they're all different?"

"So there are so many things to consider when it comes to true art of flower arrangement?"

"I'm studying classical flower arrangement. There are many traditional arts on Zuxing, so I'll start with the flower arrangement art for children's birthdays."

After uploading the six flower arrangements she designed earlier to the "Flower Arrangement Art Creativity Platform" of the art network, a robot immediately evaluated their artistic value and artistic index. If such an arrangement had never been done before, it would become her original creation if it passed the review.