A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"Stir-fried meat for now, that doesn't mean I don't have enough ideas."

I twisted my head and made excuses to come up with the most plausible words.

Let's confess.

I don't have a deep idea about this meat-stir-fried dish.

However, stir-fried meat is not a bad starting point.

"As I said before, if you stir fried meat, the smell sounds great. I think the smell of meat drifting from the stalls that make you juice and jump oil is intense for those far away people who have only eaten fruit and goat's milk all the time in the desert or slums who don't eat meat because they pour money into their booze and drugs every day."

"Right! I wanted meat too!

I thought Meena's consent might be a little different, but I keep going.

"Further examples include the ease of adjusting the flavoring aroma. The basics of cooking are condiments. I can add it if I want it to taste dark, reduce it if I want it to taste thin, and freely apply my hands in the process of stirring it like I said. If you're going to make bread with flavor, you have to season the dough from the day before to put it to bed, and there are few servings like that for meat stir-frying. It's about soaked in sauce at best."

I should still try to put it into words.

It was a fluffy idea to want to fry meat, but it looks more advantageous than I thought if I put it into words.

With the feeling of brainstorming, I tried stir-frying meat first for now and came up with an idea with a degree of feeling, but it doesn't seem bad to decide on this.

"... how are you going to save the meat? If you bought a lot at once, you'd have to run out of them within that day."

In the meantime, Hetty gave me the most obvious opinion. This is undoubtedly the most piercing opinion.

But from the unexpected it was to be defended. It is Lutz.

"Eh. … there are about three things."

"Mmm, boulders," I thought as I said what boulders were.

"Goats, one thing keeps sheep alive as they are. The other is filling the stomach of goats and sheep with meat, salt and pepper, stored in the sand during the hot day, and removed from the sand and dried from the cool evening. At the end of the day, it's stored in a vault filled with salviacci vanilla."

The easiest way to use that repository, Rutz says. Because you can keep some meat that you cut in advance in the storage bin.

It's just a vault. They say the only good stuff is in a restaurant.

"Well, I know it would be useful to have a repository... It's only in the restaurant, hey."

"Then I was wondering if you could lend me a little vault at some store."

"I was thinking about it, too. But on the day of the flea market, it's time for the restaurant to make money, so you can't lend me the vault."

This might be better each time livestock is processed into meat without using a reservoir.

When I thought about it so much, only one proposal came to mind.

"No, wait, it's the butcher! Rent a vault or something, negotiate with a butcher and buy meat directly! Have the bought meat processed and stored in advance and pick it up later when using it. Here it is!"

"It's a boulder!

I thought of Meena's praise that you weren't thinking about it anymore.

A butcher would have about a repository. It should be appreciated if a large number of customers will buy it in bulk as well.

"This should have solved the ingredient storage problem! If there's nothing else, I'd like to get to work."

I don't know, I feel so bad. I'm a human being and I want to see if I can go out to the butcher's first and lend him a vault.

Oh, of course I'm thinking about it for once. But for a salesman, he said, "First go out and listen to me. You just have to think a lot about it from there until you actually cost it and move it to execution" order. I don't care how many legs you spend up to that stage, that's nothing but bitter.

It's Hetty's job to calmly fill me with questions like that.

"Is the dish an iron dish? Should I have a spoon or something?

"On an iron plate. Let's distribute the bread and wipe the gravy, and clean the iron dish with lemon zest and water. No spoons or anything! Rent for a fee!

"I wonder what the unit price is expected to be?"

"Approximately fifty copper coins. Whether or not you're going to spend 10 copper coins per material, so if you sell one, you're going to make 40 copper coins."

"That means... 30 pieces of silver coins are going to sell 300 meals, right? If you look at it as a sales of 250 foods in consideration of scrapping or something, then just one piece of gold coin."

"Yes, the profit and loss branch will be 250 food sales. And if you want to make a profit, you have to sell more than 250 meals."

It may be a little harsh, but I estimate that's about it.

It's obviously not a good calculation of how much pace to cook 250 meals, if you look at it as 10 minutes to cook a meal and it's 250 minutes, or 42 hours. However, since ten servings can be processed simultaneously with iron plate, it can be estimated to be about four hours.

If it takes about ten hours from Jomtien to calculate to sell, it won't be impossible.

Quote 12: 00 to 13: 00 and 19: 00 to 20: 00 of peak time with more manpower and more ingredients to turn management around.

Well, now the approximate concept has been consolidated. After that, you'll have to fine-tune it sequentially.

"... you have no other questions? For now, I'm going to negotiate with the butcher."

"... Finally, a mean question though"

Hetty asked hesitantly.

"How come you're treading on selling so confidently?

"Oh, that's right"

I dared to smile invincibly. At the end of my line of sight are Meena and the three Iris.

"The only thing we sell is stir-fried meat."

I'm not sure it conveyed the right meaning of my crush.

Meena said, "Eh, they're selling it!?" And he turned out to be a sad face, and the three of us turned out to be some more sad face.

No, I'm not selling you in person, I'm selling your performance. I didn't dare tell him.

"Well, then let's go to the butcher's! Lutz, I'll see what I can do with the seasoning! Like you're following me! And borrow a few luggage carrying slaves, so that Meana and the others work in training in the meantime!

"Uh, yes, if I may."

"Wait, my lord! Please don't sell it because I will continue to do my best to help you!

I heard a sad scream from behind, but, well, I'm not going to let him go at the moment. But I don't think it's the same thing to tell them that.

Me and Lutz and the luggage slave were going to negotiate with the butcher and go to Oasis Street for condiments.

(Even though I'm a slaver. I have to break up with them someday, but when they look at me like that, I get a little trouble.)

I'm not going to sell aggressively. But one day it will come when we break up. When the time comes, well, I'm going to accept that life is that kind of thing.

Though I think so.

……

I wondered what Lutz was thinking walking behind me.