Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Episode 8: The End

April 20, 7442.

The next morning, when I woke up, I did my usual running and then dressed up again for a proper breakfast at the right diner before going to Janrud's.

I don't see Begle at this hour.

I watched from the outside for a while and filled all the tables before entering the store.

Naturally I will be seated, but there is no problem because that was originally the purpose.

I asked for that bad breakfast set when I got to the table where Grandma was sitting that looked relatively rough.

I give you five large pieces of rice for the price, and when I turn one affectionate laugh to the lady in front of me who is eating such shitty, bad rice, I stick it in hard black bread.

"I think I'm kind of hungry"

Eat about half with a sinister face and then whine like a solitaire.

You've never been very interested in me before, and when you heard me talking to myself, you moved your pointy ear a little further.

An elf?

I kept whining.

"I hope we can make some money here."

Looks like Elf's grandma stopped eating and paid attention to me peeking into it with her cup of soup and whining to herself.

"Hey, brother, don't bump me in the face of a recession. By the way, that bread, you're not gonna eat it?

I say to my elf grandmother, who has spoken to me with a craving face, the look I just noticed.

"Hmm? Oh, you're telling me. Shut up, I'm sorry. I came out with my mouth shut."

"Oh, okay, don't worry about it. So, that bread, you're not gonna eat it?

I was eating all these delicious food from a store like this. I guess it's still mean.

I don't mind. But it looks like you got on well.

"Hmm? Oh, you want some?

I said deliberately nasty.

"Oh, hey, if you don't want to eat, yeah. So, what do you think?"

My expression must have turned into a lowincome peculiar disgusting look wandering around here.

You've said it while trying to be a little barometric but still looking closely at my black bread.

I say it consciously so as not to break the disgusting look.

"I don't mind if you give me something else, do you have any work to do? If you're going to make money all at once, I told you so."

"Well, it's up to me to do the job. There has to be. That's enough. Let's go."

That said the elf took a seat and left.

Hmm, it can't even work out that well. Should I think about it a little more?

This guy looks rough, and I stepped on him and cummed that he might be one of Begle's guys, but he doesn't.

That's right.

From what I've heard, there seems to be about 2-30 people in the group, so it can't be easy to meet them.

Hey, you already know that, don't you?

A few days ago, the adventurers who called me a poor man with a leak of pussy said, "Oh, hey, I'm Begle's husband. Oh, hey, they're going to do something big." I came here to gather information about it.

Oh, I got annoyed when I remembered. I didn't forget, Jeryl's skank.

I don't care about that skank woman, but I'm interested in what Begle's trying to do “something big”.

Well, by analogy from what those adventurer collapsed life losers were saying, I'm wondering if even some caravan would attack in the large part of the world.

I want to confirm the location and date and time.

If you're going to do "Big Thing," Begle will be in direct command, and if that's outside the keel, it's convenient.

If we make sure which Begle is my goal by then, we can snipe from afar in a place that nobody outside the city sees, right?

In a few days I'll go to Dorrit and tighten up that liaison (connection) to get the information and find out which one is the bagel I'm looking for.

Even if it's not those two at last, you can reach Begle B, which is my questioner, True Begle, by telling him the thread that stretches from the liaison (connection).

He's always a half-opened mouth and seemingly loose side, and no matter what you think, he doesn't look like he's loyal to the organization (though I don't think he has one).

You've come to thank me for my discipline simply because you owe me.

Thanks to the match pump though.

Yeah, hey, does facade have anything to do with loyalty?

But that liaison officer (connection) is certain that he lives in Dorrit, and he was born and raised there, so I don't think he has contact with Begle all the time.

I think you can think of it as simply having a gold connection.

I regretted it the first time I couldn't kill him, but I'm glad you kept him alive as a result.

I don't hate him.

But even if it's for Mun's sake, it's enough for me to kill him.

He seemed stupid, but I think Mun's death has been passed on to Begle B because I've also checked properly at first when I faked Mun's death.

There was nothing after that.

Well, just in case, I mean.

Don't forget the beginning. I owe Mun.

In this way, he regained his temper and tried to gather information while eating less delicious foods and wasting his time, but in the end he was unable to obtain any new information.

At best, they say Begle's planning on making some big bucks, enough to get backup.

Near evening, I changed and then headed to 'Litton'.

Heh heh heh, today is the day I'm gonna make up my mind about Patsy with that super-favorite chick I could only see.

Comb your hair with your hands in mind and open the door of 'Litton'.

I'll just talk to that Jabba bastard and finally get some superb service with the VIP treatment on the monophone.

Open the door and give an interpretation to a gentleman named Sebastian, who is still standing in a good position at the front desk.

Sebastian noticed me right away, again, like a talking room, oh, is that a waiting room? invited him in and told me to hang him in a chair and wait, he disappeared.

Looks like they went to get Halitide, which showed up pretty early than the last time they waited over 10 minutes.

"Oh, Master Gried, you're welcome to come. Thank you for waiting."

Jabba with a smile and a creepy smile on his face says something.

"No. And how was the result? Can I hire you?

I gave it back to you, too.

"Yeah, yeah, of course I'll hire you! We've met such wonderful things. I'll never forget your grace! I want you to sell it! Our superiors also said 'I accidentally got a voice' and that seemed like a great pleasure! I've tried that, too, but compared to that item, the only thing I've ever seen seems less than scum. I didn't deserve to be old enough to encourage you!

Um, I guess so. Jabba continues,

"That item will definitely have a great reputation. Thank you very much to your brother. Oh, yes, the price..."

Well, in that case, I sold in condoms, originally 'sheaths'.

"How about this?

That being said, I put up eight fingers using both hands, like an ugly potato worm, as usual: 8000Z?

A little cheaper than my brother assumed, but considerably higher than my assumed amount.

But there was a lot of noise in my blood when I was in sales in my last life.

"Mmm, no matter how small a product is, what is an 8000Z... that's a lot of work to manufacture. Considering that, I want 10000Z."

When I say that, Jabba has said it with a fearful look.

"Sure, most certainly what Master Gried says. Sorry, I bought it at 10000Z. But I still know that 10000Z is the limit, albeit a very great product.

I also have to pay my employees more than just run this kind of stubborn store, and I have to pay taxes on top of it.

Of course we are thinking about multiplying the service fee for the price of that product, but not that the customers you are receiving are as wealthy as the aristocrats like Gried.

Can you imagine me spreading any of this outside of our shop? If so, you won't be able to buy it in other stores if it's too expensive. It's not the mountains that we want to monopolize that product, but we're probably looking for something like that. "

Mm, a boulder, a proprietor?

I had decided from Jabba's appearance and his career that he was faithful to desire, mean, and of an inferior character.

But now the words are convincing enough to overturn them.

It may be my eye, but management seems to be taking it seriously, and consideration seems to be given to the spread of condoms.

I'm starting to want to stick around and make sure.

"So what kind of things did you think you were aiming for?

Jabba looked a little at what I said, but he answered right away.

"You say something different about this. Known. Let's have two main purposes.

One luxury route due to quality improvements not to mention. Of course this includes a variety of meanings. The appearance, attachment, and tactile feel during the act compared to the bowels of pigs are also important, but above all, let's make a very big point about the luxury of using the rubber that is supposed to be that luxury product to extend to the act.

The other thing, we were actually convinced to use it, is to prevent the spread of the disease between our employees and our customers, our lords? That product must be because the boulder has different raw materials, unlike the bowels of pigs, very thin yet lightly outperforms it to convey feel and temperature, and is sturdy enough not to be compared. It is foolish to think that this durability may be the hallmark of this product. The pig's bowel just gets a little intense and it's gone. In addition to that, if I may state my thoughts, I know that the amount of rubber required for the product itself can be very small. "

Hmm, I thought the durability itself might be higher in pig intestines, but apparently not. Even pigs identified themselves as pigs on the planet because of their status and appraisal [pigs (livestock varieties improved)], but they could be similar and non-existent. I mean, I only knew enough to use pig intestines for sausages. And grilled hormones?

Oh, that makes the gut durability of Earth's pigs less than rubber, too. Condoms are strong enough to roam raw sausage, or even that thin rubber can't be torn.

But Jabba the Toad's words so far suggest a lot of things.

First of all, my purpose, rather than the fact that I am almost entirely referring to the character of a condom.

This alone deduces the degree of observation.

And second. It is natural to try it and say that it is better than the intestines of pigs, but from there it can be said that it has a considerable level of thinking that goes beyond just improving the comfort of use to preventing the spread of the disease due to improved durability.

I know you've heard from customers, but based on your experience, the point is high that you can sort it out and put it into words quickly without starting with a comic feeling.

Are you telling me that you are the owner of a store recommended by your brother for boulders?

It doesn't matter, brother.

And the biggest point is not to try to monopolize it.

Although monopolies are not a bad thing in themselves, profits remain temporary or limited due to the degree of livelihood intensity, that is to say, the magnitude of demand as a necessity and the supply power and the prices to be determined in the macroeconomic context.

Especially in the case of these industries, although the quality of the employees considered to be goods is of course important, it is difficult to go a long way off the road with regard to comprehensive services and the prices at which they are provided.

Condoms are only incidental to the service, and there are no more visitors coming for them. Even if I were there, it would only be the first.

It also mentions that if I wanted to do it because of the low amount of rubber I would be able to make quite a few... this guy... I can.

To be honest, I was licking it.

I was hoping I could just sell my hand a little and write my brother a proper letter and cloud his tea, but I feel better treating this guy properly would turn out to get it.

You should say chicken mouth on a boulder in this kind of business.

What does it feel like to be the owner of another store?

Can we all think of this guy?

I just heard the story. This' Litton 'seems to have been this far in a generation. And then maybe this guy is special.

Why don't you listen to me a little more?

"The boulder is Dear Haritide. Your eyes are high. I didn't know you understood that much. I'm impressed with this greed. I didn't mean to wholesale exclusively to 'Litton', as I said. And I will admire your eyesight, which will be discerned to its original purpose. This is just my prediction, but Master Halitide isn't going to leave 'Litton' like this, is he?

I tried camouflaging it.

Expand if you can imagine, and that shouldn't simply mean making your current store a big one (oh yeah).

According to stores two and three, until the chain unfolds... no way... isn't that far?

Whatever it is, it's too unusual at the level of suspicion of the reincarnators if you even think of a chain, no matter how halfway through at the aus cultural level.

In oaths, employees who worked as disciples and naives in shops, craftsmen, etc. are treated as completely different stores when they become independent, just like on Earth until the 16th century or so.

Naturally it is normal to have some connection to the store of origin, but it does not become what is commonly referred to on the planet as a 'series', etc.

It was just an anomaly in Japan, where the system of volunteer chains in a certain sense had been socially established since early on, such as the sharing of warm curtains using the same roof name.

Even in Japan, an authentic volunteer chain was established only in the 20th century, and the franchise chain had no shadow or shape until Uncle Kernel's Chicken Tang Shop was created. Normally, the independent depend only on their own talent.

"Mmm... Master Gried can't seem to hide anything. I feel like I'm being foreseen to the point where I haven't told anyone yet. Exactly what you know. Fortunately I am a civilian, so there is no obstacle to domestic mobility. Neighborhood… Well, I'd like to leave the same Litton to someone in Viscountry Penride to make it from scratch."

Mmm, still.

It doesn't look like a full-fledged volunteer or franchise on a boulder.

But did you have an idea about store number two or later?

But is this guy still abnormal? IboToad continued,

"I want to make it common sense in the world that if I go to a store named 'Litton', I get superb service. And to do that, it's not convenient for me to have that product wholesaled by this Litton."

I said and tightened.

This guy and I are going to have a long relationship. It would be a shame to let a brothel do just that.

"I see. You mean" Litton II "and" Store III "...... That's a great idea indeed."

Like the real planet, there is still no such organization as banks in Aus.

It was about the 15th century that banks were also made on Earth. The syndicate was ancient but only prototypical, and the subject should have been the city state government.

I don't even know if Aus has a syndicate, but I've never heard of a big store or a number two or a branch that has a trading partner throughout the Romberto kingdom like the Webdos Chamber of Commerce.

Money is made by shrines looking at circulation, and there are no exchangers because monetary values seem to be common in various countries.

"!! Store number two...... sounds good. Master Gried is skillful at expressing things. No, boulders are only from Barkud, a rubber producer, and they seem to have a very high education."

That said, did I tell you about where I came from?

You must have read the look on my face a little decent, says the cow toad.

"Oh, when it comes to rubber, it must be from Barkud. And your lord there is the House of Sir Gried. If you have a Marquis Webdos family crest plate, you can easily predict it."

Is that true?

You also knew I was the second son of the Sir Gried family because you showed Sebastian your status when you first came here.

"Now, for the price, tell us to wholesale the unit price at 10000Z. The first delivery will be after July and Barkud's caravan will come to Keel more or less every three months thereafter. To what extent will the quantity of a single delivery be required?

"Right, every 3 months...... um, please wait a minute"

Saying so, Frog Human Modki broke his finger like a potato bug and started calculating.

Can you wait?

"How many customers do you have more or less per day?

"Huh? Oh, yeah, about 30 people..."

"I guess it's about less than 6,000. So a 600 pack will do. You just need to be a little modest on your next order when it's too much, but you'll have to be patient for a while when it's less."

Don't open your big mouth. You're ugly.

Open your mouth again and say.

"The boulders, Master Gried, are quick to calculate. But for what reason is that number?

"I think 30 people a day for 3 months, or 90 days. This can be calculated as a total of 2,700 visitors in 3 months. But if you consider that 30 visitors a day say" strong "and that one person can do a few rounds, that's about double the number. I thought."

"Hmm, you're definitely right. I know you're right about what you expected. You don't have to consider slaughterhouse holidays, especially if you use the example products, so you'll be open all day."

I snorted. That's all I thought about.

Toad goes on.

"So, 600 packs at 10000Z, 60 million Z."

I said confidently.

What? This guy can't calculate?

Oh, I thought I was exactly a pack.

One 10000Z is profitable for everything, and you're dreaming of spreading it.

My brother said one pig bowel is about 1000Z.

It wouldn't be popular if we didn't put it at the same price. Even if it's expensive, it's about 10% higher.

"No, the price is 10000Z per pack. So that's 6 million Z. Because we want to supply as much as the bowels of pigs."

"!! What. Was it? We sincerely apologize for saying this would be worth the price without even confirming it! It looks like our price won't have to be increased. I am so sorry!!

I came to apologize for the momentum that seemed to rub my head against my desk.

Oh, no, considering the amount of raw materials I still use, please don't do it.

I originally thought I'd make a lot of money for a price that I wouldn't spend 500Z on a single product.

Honestly, it takes very little work to produce, and the only hassle is packaging.

That would be a few hours if we all did it.

Why do we have about 15 workers now?

40 packs per head. I just wrap 10 condoms around them, put them in a rubber bag with the lotion, and shut my mouth. Six gold coins in less than a day's operation would be an unscrupulous and delicious business.

"No, never mind. Please forgive me for making such disrespectful remarks as I complained without checking."

After that, I talked about what I wanted the Knights to pick up when delivering to the Knights every three months, and finally tried to move on to the waiting story.

"Well, Dear Greed, the business talks are safe, and I'd love to entertain you with a sign of closeness, but do you have time?"

And here I am.

Uh-oh.

"Oh no, to a young man like me...... you care. It hurts (heh)"

"So... Sebastian! Here's an example!

Oh, here we go.

You're telling me you were prepared in advance!

Boulder, it's Mr. Haritide looking ahead in business. I'm impressed.

I follow Sebastian, who soon showed up.

Behind me, Mr. Halitide carried that bumpy body.

Yeah, yeah, do you offer the owner himself no omissions in customer service?

I don't know, I can't believe you're paying that much attention... bad.