The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

Three days had already passed since the trilateral talks.

A briefing session for the people of the domain, and an event to show the two kings' abilities to the people of the domain, came to an end... well, there was a pig-faced merchant who was fatally wounded, but that was something I said myself, so don't worry about... we were gathering in the Yangdari-tei to think about the dishes representing the 42 wards.

The reason why Yangdaljeong is used as the venue is that this kitchen designed by Umaro is spacious and easy to use and functional.

It seems to be a trend among restaurants in the 42 wards, "If you want to renovate, go to Tolbeck!" I heard that the chefs who saw the kitchen here spread the rumor when I taught them cake. Everyone is interested in seeing it.

What a great advertisement! I'm going to get some advertising money from Umaro this time.

So, everyone gathered here is the member stores of the Guild, a restaurant located in the 42nd district, the peddler guild, market participants, and Estella.

The producers said they wanted to be present, but no matter how large the kitchen is in the Yangtari-tei, the number won't go that large.

Maximize capacity by making movable walls fully open. Still, it's a little too small.

The plan is to talk on the floor first, and if you come up with a good idea, try it out in the kitchen.

"This is the dish used in the competition."

Estella holds up a large plate about 30 centimeters in diameter.

big‐hearted

Yesterday and the day before yesterday Estella was meeting with other lords, accompanied by Natalia. That's why I've decided on the size of the plates, the schedule, and so on.

The reason I didn't participate was because Medra and Javier didn't. When it became unfair, he was kicked out.

You treat me like a staff officer... I'm just advising you for the sake of my friends.

My friend said he was going to audition, so I submitted my resume with him. It's a light job. ...Oh, that's the only flag I can pass.

"But isn't it impossible to choose the representative of the 42 wards from among these shops?"

Cantaltica's Paula speaks with her golden retriever ears hanging over her head.

He looks a little dissatisfied.

"At a competition, it's a place to go around, right? Then people don't want to advertise their restaurant's food."

Many people nod in Paula's words.

If people from other wards are introduced to their restaurant's specialties, customers who want to try them will flock to them. The popularity may be concentrated and top-notch. No, it will.

It will be the "famous thing of the 42 wards."

I wish I could serve only one dish.

"I hear that Jiro has a plan for that. Jiro, will you tell them?"

"Oh,"

Encouraged by Estella, I stand up.

I thought some people might not listen to me just because I'm a member of Yodamari-tei.

"If Jillo is thinking of something, well,"

"Well, he'll come up with a good idea."

"Here, ladies and gentlemen. Be quiet! We'll start talking about Mr. Jiro."

...what?

I think everyone's so honest... Oh, is that because the cake sales were better than I expected?

Well, if you're going to listen to me, it's no better than that. You'll waste your time, strength and mental strength if you face a poor backlash.

"Oh, first of all. There are many delicious things in the 42 wards."

"I suppose you're talking about breast milk,"

"I'm sure so,"

"It's Mr. Jiro,"

"Hey, there! Don't speak in private! And change your opinion of me!"

I'll start talking again, paying attention to the participants who chatted in vain.

"There are as many famous restaurants as there are, and every restaurant will want to compete in the competition."

The participants are listening to me in a loud voice.

"If only a few stores were allowed to list, there would be some complaints. So here's my suggestion..."

Here I take out a sample of the food that Becko asked me to make.

"""Adult's Lunch for Children"" is proposed!"

Children's lunch for adults with a wide variety of side dishes on a large plate. Well, it's a plate dish.

"Wow!"

"Hey! Don't stand up! You can't see it!"

"Show me!"

"Oh, there's a fly ball on it!"

"Is that our potato?"

Participants flock in.

... a child!?

"Then listen to it while watching."

I will present the concept of adult lunch to the noisy and bustling participants.

"If you choose one restaurant, you'll get horny, so the concept is to get rid of it all."

"Well... we don't have our menu."

The calm wife raises her hand.

That's the owner of an organic restaurant.

"There's tartar sauce on the fried shrimp, right?"

"Oh, yes. You do."

"That's where you are," You and this tartar sauce is not flattering, but superb."

"Oh, my dear!"

This restaurant has sticky vegetables in tartar sauce, which is so delicious that I definitely wanted to try fried prawns in this tartar sauce.

"For the time being, this is the first idea we came up with after hearing from each store. I'd like to try making it now and make corrections accordingly. You've all brought the ingredients, haven't you?"

"Yes!"

`Well, let's make it!'

"I'd like to have a hamburger too.

"Can you tell me later?"

"No, it's impossible,"

Chefmen from each restaurant enter the kitchen in a lively and crunchy manner.

"Yasilo, we can't lose either."

Jeanette rolls her arms next to me and makes a fist. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." picky...punnyon!

"What!"

Oh, no! I couldn't control my urge to pick.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I haven't trained myself... in Punipuni..."

"No, no. Punipuni is better. Don't be like a medla, no matter what."

"I cannot reach that height,"

Jeanette smiles suddenly.

I think Jeanette's expression has become softer recently.

"...? What's the matter?"

He stared at me like this, noticed small changes, and asked me questions. I've been doing a lot of things lately.

Up until now, I've had the feeling that I'm doing my best in the store and in my own business, but I wonder if I've been able to relax thanks to the growth of the Magdas as a military force.

"Genet".

"Yes,"

"There's room to spare,"

"Oh, are you talking about meat? Yes, soot, I'm sorry... these days, I feel like everything I eat is delicious... I've been trying to be moderate since then..."

Hmm?

No, that's not what I meant, but...

Have you hurt yourself a little?

"...if you grow any bigger... ...that's a problem, you know."

muttered a loud heart.

"You're very welcome to see your breasts grow!"

"Oh, my! My voice is so loud! Oh, my! Everyone, it's nothing! It's nothing! Anyway, it's nothing!"

Jeanette bows her head to the participants who look this way.

His ears are all red.

"Momo! You were embarrassed because of Jiro! Now! Now!"

He smacked me three times and ran away, leaving me behind, with his red face on his face, saying, "I'm going to the kitchen!"

The people around me were grinning at the interaction.

That's right. Don'tell me.

Because of Mr. Jiro... You haven't said much before, have you?

I guess that's how much you're forgiving me.

......hmm.

I don't know what it is.

"Yasilo".

While I was thinking, Estella suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Wow!? ...don't threaten me."

"What's the matter, dazed?"

"No, I'm thinking a little bit about my breasts..."

"You missed it!"

Estella looks at me dumbfounded.

Yeah. I guess this kind of thing suits me better... ...do you really like being cursed?

"But you thought about it, didn't you?" I can't believe it's an adult version of a children's lunch."

"It's definitely not enough for the number of shops."

"And you want me to put it all up? The idea is too extreme, isn't it? But I think it's a good idea."

"Well, I can't eat adult plates anywhere."

"Well, why don't you serve it for a limited time?"

Estella said something unexpected.

We cannot serve adult lunches at any restaurant where each restaurant serves one dish at a time.

But for a limited period of time... for example, they only sell at restaurants that rent in 41 wards during a big eatery... after that, they set up a place on the main street... No, wait, if you say there's a special sale every time there's an event, it'll give you a sense of premiere...

"Estella! Nice idea!"

"What? Really?"

a special dish for a limited time

It could be a regular season. Well, we don't have a season... every year at this time of the year, food that we can eat hits a certain amount of sales without a hitch.

Doyou no Ushi, chilled Chinese, Christmas cake, etc.

Yes. It's not a bad idea.

"Heh... I'll be glad to be praised by Jillo."

Estella, who is in such a good mood, is shy and hesitant.

"You deserve to be praised by me. It's not worth it."

"Because we can't imagine what Jillo is thinking. He said he could suggest that he hadn't come up with something... heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh."

"I'm exaggerating,"

I am neither Komyo MOROKAZU nor Yukimura SANADA.

"But really," I'm glad that Jiro is here."

"What? A reward for compliments? I don't need it, I don't it."

"It's not flattery.

Estella takes me by the hand and looks me straight in the eye.

"Without you, the Forty-two wards would have changed nothing. ... No, I'm sure it would have been destroyed by the heavy rain... I really appreciate it. Thank you, Jillo."

"……………… is not the pattern,"

I feel very uncomfortable.

I don't know... Estella's seriousness makes me uneasy... Do I like to be cursed?"Yasilo has become an indispensable part of the Forty-Second Ward,"

"...what?"

`I don't know.........the lord of the manor.........try it.........oh dear! Jillo'

`Whoa!'

I crouch on the spot with an unreasonable punch on my stomach.

"I'm embarrassed!"

Estella runs away, leaving those words in her mouth.

I don't know what he looked like. I was squatting.

But what's this?

This... indescribable sense of uneasiness.

Something is wrong with me.

Is it because it's strangely calm even before the competition?　

That may be the case. The guys here have no idea about the game.

Those who focus more on advertising will be optimistic about the current situation.

Regardless of the result, you can advertise your shop's specialties...

But if you lose the game...

"I don't think Ricardo would take over the Forty-two wards... I don't think so,"

If you explain and convince the 41 wards that building a street gate will benefit them considerably, you will be able to build one no matter which ward wins this tournament.

However, the construction period is delayed. That's a big deal, too.

Even now, I'm so late... I have to hurry... I have to hurry... I have to... I have nothing particular to worry about.

Well, it's definitely better than early.

If it is completed quickly, the road will open earlier, and the Yodamari-tei will have a nice location along the road.

If it's late... ...you don't have any trouble in particular?

Huh? By any chance, this tournament... Can I lose?

"No, that's not the case,"

I let myself in without thinking.

There's no such thing as losing.k.a. defeat. Even if you lose, you can turn it around. It'

Win the game and make the street gates fair and square without anyone can complain.

To do that... ...we need a strong player.

Will Bertina and Magda definitively see Delia and Umaro's ability... and who will be the rest... ...in the qualifying competition?

"Hey, Jillo,"

Paula's voice falls overhead.

"What are you squatting on the floor?"

"... things have deprived me of my energy to stand up."

"If you crouch down in such a place, you won't be able to pass by?"

"Why?"

"Why..."

I looked up and saw Paula's bright, healthy thighs. If I lower my posture a little, I think I can see the back of my short skirt......

"Don't hesitate to go. I'll look into my skirt without hesitation."

"That's why you can't pass!"

I can't understand it.

I wish I could pass. I'd rather you go!

"""Yasilo san, a prototype has been made"""

Jeanette returns to the floor with a platter.

The plates are too big for me to see the work done, but instead, I can enjoy the fluffy, fluttering mini-skas in a wonderful location!

"Can you come over here for a second, Jeanette?"

"No, in that position... you can see it."

"That's why!"

"Come on! Confession!"

If you can't show it to me, is it a piece of cake?

I'm sure you're a wet blanket.

It seems that today is a special day for the people of the food and drink guild. I'm sure you're wearing tight‐knit pants. I'm sure! There's no way to argue!

"Hey, Suket,"

"It's Jeanette!"

I'll put an adult lunch on the table and pull my crouching arm to stand up.

I feel like I'm being cared for.

"Anyway, look at the results."

"Huh? . . . . ."

If you look at the adult lunch on the table...

"Dick!"

It was a tremendous volume.

I'm not sure I'll finish a plate of this.

In short, it's impossible for ordinary people.

a pile of side dishes

Foods like hamburgers and sausages were piled up one over the other.

"It's too much,"

"And, but. If you use the ingredients that you usually use, it's this big..."

"Why is there eight meatballs on it?"

"They say that one thing would make them lose their presence..."

It would be counterproductive for me to be in such a state of confusion.

It seems that the non-main menu members are trying to show their presence in numbers.

This makes the whole thing feel less crisp and more mixed up. ...that's no good.

"I can't help it..."

I can't believe that adults need lunch, too.

Once pulled into the kitchen, removed excess from the top of the platter, and adjusted the amount to make it look better.

Then they play a trick on the side that has little presence.

"Well, that's all right,"

A simple solution was to stick a store emblem-flagged toothpick on a meatball.

"Oh! Our emblem!"

"What proud meatballs!"

There are salads, tartar sauce, and other people who can't stick flags. We decided to use the flags on each plate in turn, one on each plate, and stick them on meatballs.

"Well, you'd better eat a lot, wouldn't you?"

"Well, the more plates you have, the more frequently your flag appears.""Why don't you adjust the load a little more?"

"Yes, yes!"

As soon as we found the direction, the discussion was activated, and all the participants came up with ideas.

In order to create the best dishes representing the 42 wards, they sometimes backed down and insisted on others, and adult lunches were being brushed up.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Huh?"

Look at the participants in the discussion and murmur as Estella whispered.

Keep your eyes on the participants and only your voice.

"A little while ago, it was a quiet and lethargic city, to say the least,"

When I first visited, the air in the 42 wards was somewhat stagnant and somber.

"They relied on someone, but they didn't tell them by themselves, and they just waited for someone to move."

manage to keep one's present life Most of them lived for it.

The 42 wards of that time may have been like candles just before they disappeared, because they accepted malice and irrationality with content, "Well, I can't be helped."

The fire is still on.

But nothing more can be done. It won't improve, it won't flare up again.

The fire is still on. That's all I had to do, and wait for it to disappear... that's the way it was it.

"People who saw the main street theater and ate the cake said, 'Okay, I'll try something myself.'"

Estella's eyes gleam here.

"...thanks to someone,"

"Well... it's a theory of consequences."

No matter what the opportunity may be, an unchanging person will not change.

Even if you don't have an opportunity, you can change your mind.

"It just happened that I was wandering around the city at that time. There's no causal relationship there."

"Hmm... it's a rejection as if you're allergic to good people. Do you have a disease that kills you if you do good?"

It's a similar thing.

I'm a swindler, and I'm a bad guy.

You're all just being tricked. a wake‐up barker

"Mr. Jillo!"

Leaving the circle of participants in the discussion, Jeanette sprints in front of us, who were talking by the wall.

Oh my gosh, I'm making you feel angry.

"Well! Can I use tomato sauce pasta? It's like, 'Well, there's only tomato sauce pasta here.'"

Jeanette is kind of excited.

It's unusual for this guy to express his opinion aggressively... except about churches and restaurants.

How much fun it must be!

"Do as you please. You're the manager here. Tomato Spa or Napolitan."

"Napolit? What's that?

"Didn't you ever make that?"

"Please tell me next time!"

"Oh, I'll teach you with the breast pudding."

"I don't want that!"

"Why? If I had a breast pudding on my menu, I might be able to eat a lot and win a landslide victory."

"If you do that, you'll think that Forty-two is a town of milk."

"'Baby Street'!? What do you want to live there! Don't you want to push it all out?"

"Now, Mr. Jillo!"

Jeanette drops a cat punch on my head.

It's a fist with a gentle stroke.

I've never had this kind of physical contact.

"It's 'Me!'"

After puffing up his cheeks, he immediately smiles as usual smile.

happily and a little embarrassed

"Oh, well. Then, tomato sauce pasta... Well, Jiro, what did you say earlier?"

"Huh? Tomato Spa?"

"Well, let me use 'Tomato Spa'."

With a bouncing bow and a fluttering apron and skirt fluttering up in the wind, Jeanette returns to the circle of discussion.

To fulfill his duties as manager of Yodamari-tei, a member of the 42 wards.

"You've changed, Jeanette."

Estella seems to have noticed the change in Jeanette.

"It has become very bright. I never used to raise my voice so much."

"That's probably because you've been making a fuss.

"I haven't changed,"

Never mind. You've changed.

Above all, I've given up the secrecy of keeping everything to myself.

You learned to be spoiled by others. ...so you can be even bigger.

A man who cannot depend on others cannot depend on others.

Estella has entered a runaway race to grow up big. It's only a matter of time.

"Maybe there is nothing in this city that hasn't it?"

The slums have turned into new towns, the main street is full of life, and the sunlit pavilion is crowded with people.

Indeed, the 42 wards have changed drastically.

There may be none of the 42 wards that have not changed.

If so...

I'm as bad as ever... maybe it's a foreign matter to the 42 wards.

"'Oh!'"

"Oh, I think you've made a good."

Estella takes half a step forward and turns to look at me.

They invite me to go see

"Yasilo! Look! It's perfect this time! You might have made something amazing!"

Jeanette beckons me excitedly.They'll ask me to come here.

These guys are making room for me... I thought about it unexpectedly.

"This is the representative dish of the Forty-two Wards! "Adult Lunch!"

The food presented was a gorgeous and delicious looking lunch plate with impeccable volume, balance and appearance. No, this volume is for dinner.

"""Adult Lunch"" is now available, which is full of fun and makes adults who graduated long ago remember the excitement of their childhood and let them do it without thinking about it."

"I don't regret losing because I'm a glutton!"

"No, we have to win there!"

I'm somehow forgetting my original purpose with a sense of accomplishment that I've created.

I wonder if Jeanette and Paula will leave the food to you, and Estella and I will focus on the players.