The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

early in the morning 　We were woken up by a barrage of blows on the door of the Yangtari-tei. 　It was a chicken farmer's referee. He seemed so excited that he took my half asleep hand. "I laid it! I laid it! I laid an egg!""...Have you been happy? Congratulations.""It's not me! If you s*xually harass me, you'll hit me!"　A chicken‐faced neferry turns his cheek on me. "Are you going to kiss me passionately?""What!? No, it's not! Come on! Stupid!"　He's so embarrassed that he's smacking me. 　...Oh, it's not moe at all. It's not moe at all. It's not moe at all..."Come here anyway! I want to show it to Jiro!"　I was dragged by the arm and taken out in my nightgown. 　Jeanette and Magda also follow in their dressing gowns and jackets. 　When we arrived at the poultry farm, Neferry's family were dancing wildly, mossing. "...what kind of ceremony is it? It's a scene where a child is so traumatized that he can't go to the bathroom at night.""Excuse me! To my family!"　If my chicken‐faced parents were dancing wild, I'd feel more or less unusual. 　for it seems as if the sacrifice of black magic is willing to sacrifice itself. 　Crossing such a ritual, the referee walks into the henhouse. 　Neferry, who came out right away, carefully returns to me as if he were carrying something precious. "Look! She laid such a fine egg!"　On Neferry's hands were freshly laid eggs. 　They are fine eggs in size and shape. They look rough and fresh. "All thanks to Jiro! Now they... can live longer."　Tears well up in Neferry's eyes. 　Tears of joy make a woman look beautiful. 　I feel like I'm going to get excited. ... No, I don't think so. It's a chicken face. "Thank you! You're such a nice guy!"　Wow, I wanted to be told that line by my classmate when I was in junior high school..."Well, I'd like to show this technique to other poultry farms... can't I?"　Innovative technology is worth it alone. 　I don't know if there's a patent, but I'd argue for rights... well, it's possible to make a 'waste chicken regeneration guild' and charge for the use of the technology. 　But..."Do as you please, and if you can get a lot of eggs, I'll be glad for you.""Thank you, palm-ro! I love you!"　Neferry hugs me with emotion. 　Wow, I wanted to be hit by a girl in my class when I was in junior high school..."Oh! Well, that means as a person, not as a person of the opposite s*x!"　Neferry walks away from me and makes excuses in a hurry... Yeah, it's okay. I won't misunderstand you. 　Don't you look so red? It's like I'm being boiled, and I' "Anyway, I'll let you know right away. So I'll sell the eggs laid by the abandoned chickens to the Yodamari-tei first. Is that all right?""Oh, well done,""They'll all be happy,"　That said, Neferry twirls around with a smile. 　Then I began to participate in the mysterious dance that my parents were doing. ... So what's the ritual, you chicken dance? "Oh, yes,"　I advise you one thing that is very important. "As I said when I came here, you shouldn't give me raw rice. In my country, I was told that I wouldn't lay eggs.""I'm surprised by that, but I'll trust you if Jiro says so! I'll tell everyone about that, too.　You've got a lot of credibility. 　......shame on you! "Yasilo, you look so happy".　Jeanette puffs up at me. 　Huh? Isn't your happiness contagious to Jinet?　When we talked about eggs before, we were all smirked. 　Is it hard to get excited in the morning?"... Jillo,""What, Magda?""... Is Magda cute?""...Why at this moment?""...that's enough."　I don't know. 　What does this guy want me to say...? I'm afraid I'll get a pledge. 　Let's not say it. 　So we left the eerie chicken farm performing the mysterious chicken dance and went back to the Yodamari-tei. 　Gradually the sky begins to fade... ...to prepare for a church donation. 　We're very busy in the morning. "Ah! It's Magda sister!""Sister!"　When we arrived at the church, the children swarmed the magdas in unisoned. 　In the last few days Magda had become a big hit with the kids. "Do it again!""...all right,"　Magda grabbed the nearby gakincho and popped it up into the sky. 　Then he throws the kids around him one after another high. 　You throw it in a circle, catch the falling kid, and then throw it again... you start doing something like a ball. 　It's cool to look at, but it's really popular with the kids. 　Magda is Magda, and this kind of art is literally easy to do, and she doesn't seem to be called "unni" at all, so she takes the initiative in playing with the kids. 　I'm relieved that I didn't deal with him. ... Every morning, there's nothing but asceticism for the kids to deal with before dinner. "Oh, my God! You've lost all your children."　Shrugging her shoulders, Estella comes next to me. 　I meet him here every morning. "Until a little while ago, it was very popular with Estella and Estella.""Those kids love powerful games. Nobody can compete with Magda's power.""I'm sure. So, have you made any progress?""Is it an egg?""Yes. Jeanette looked happy.""Your criterion is always Genet"."Of course. I'm Jeanette's best friend and fan.""Then I'll make some Genet goods, so you can buy them.""I don't accept unofficial goods without your permission.""Are you wearing sweatpants?""...and you're the only one pleased."　I've had a sour face since morning. "Good morning, Mr. Jiro and Mr. Estella."　It's a church sister, an elf of extraordinary beauty, and Bertina. 　It's divinely beautiful today, too. ...but I'm scared to get angry. "Yasilo, what happened this morning?""What do you mean?""No... Jeanette..."　Bertina draws her eyebrows together and breathes anxiously. "I used to dance a strange dance in the kitchen while saying 'kokekoke'...""...what is he doing?""I wanted to ask you about that, but... you don't seem to know.""No, I know what you mean,　It's probably Neferry's parents' chicken dance. 　What is he doing? Was he so impressed?"Why, Mr. Jiro likes that kind of thing...?""It's a terrible misunderstanding, no, insult. I feel like suing you for defamation."　I wonder what Jeanette is forcing me to do with this bird-loving character. "Perhaps he was influenced by the chicken he saw before."　I sincerely hope that something bad has infected me with that ritual. 　Then they eat Jeanette's homemade breakfast in the church lounge. 　As I ate, I told Estella briefly that I had been at the chicken farm this morning. "But you did a good job. I'm sure you'll make the sales of eggs cheaper than the peddler's guild.""Hahaha! Pay back the favor you owe me.""And if the amount of eggs to be grated to the peddler's guild doesn't decrease, the peddler's guild can't say too much. You can only think of ideas that would twist the other person, can't you?""Say, 'A good idea to make people smile.'""It's the way you say it,"　Estella looked a little happy, even though she spoke ill of her. "Anyhow, it's a relief. I'm glad to know that you do good things once in a while."　Are you my homeroom teacher or something?He only says, "Teacher, I trusted you" after the results come out, and he says something like a teacher he can't trust. 　Don't laugh refreshingly next to me. By contrast, it seems as if I'm not refreshing. 　I've made up my mind. Today I'm going to rake up my hair more than I need to, and show off my freshness to the full. "Mr. Yashiro, if you mess with your hair while you're eating... Da-me-de-su-yo?""...Yes. I'm sorry."　Sister Bertina smiles at me. 　...with a freezing cold smile. 　He's really particular about discipline, isn't he?　When we had finished donating to the church, we decided to go home a little roundabout at my will. I felt like doing so. "Morning walks are fun, aren't they? Once the restaurant opens, it's hard to do it."　Jeanette has a big smile on her face. 　He seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood at the chicken farm, but he seems to have completely recovered. 　Magda may be enjoying a morning walk as she continues to lead the way, dazed and unsteady as usual. 　and????　Walking aimlessly, we heard arguments in front of a farmer. "What? It's kind of noisy, isn't it? What happened?""...what's that artificial line?"　Estella frowns on my natural performance. 　Oh, that's why we're so poor milk.　When something is about to happen, the hero will lead the people involved. It would be as routine as the next victim if he went out saying, "Can you stay with the killer?" 　At any rate, my skillful guidance led us all to go there. 　Then, witness it. "Wait a minute! That's not it, Sir! Well, now we're going to... how do we live!? Well, wait a minute!"On a refreshing morning, it was Homer, a U.S. farmer, who was crying bitterly. 　Homer, with his limbs on the ground and his head hanging, seems to be the man in the peddler's guild to walk away. 　Perhaps he came to tell us about the "decision related to the sudden rush of abnormalities. "What happened? Let's talk about it."　Jeanette runs to Homer anxiously. 　and he helped and stood Homer, who was crouching. 　Homer barely rose to his feet, staggering like a newborn stag. 　Well, my face is a duck. "What's wrong with you? You look pale".　It looks brown to me, though. "Ah... you're, I'm sure...""I'm Jeanette from Yodamari-tei. I visited you the other day.""Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohI've shown all this clumsy stuff....""Is there anything more wrong with that...?"`Oh......what!'"Mr. Homer!"　Jeanette's words covered Homer's face and began to cry. 　a daunting ginet 　Magda is also staring at Homer. "...Actually... ...a merchant from the peddler's guild came... ...and I can't buy my rice anymore...""What!"　What's wrong with you?　Jeanette has a look of -- "Why? Because until the other day, it was almost in short supply...""But... our rice was bought mainly for bird feed... and all the poultry farmers said they would not buy any more rice.""Oh.........."　Jeanette's face rapidly turns pale. 　Then, he slowly turns his eyes to me with his rusty, clinky movements. 　Magda and Estella also stare at me. 　Don't look at me too much. "So from now on, all you have to do is sell it to a food merchant... ...but there are very few people who eat rice... ...then the rice guild collapses... ...no, it's gone... ...no, it's gone..."...I... I'm done with it...　Homer collapsed to the ground again, perhaps because his knees had reached their limits. 　Jeanette didn't help him this time. She probably doesn't have the strength to do that. 　I can't help it, by all means. "Mr. Homer,"　I put my hand on Homer's shoulder, crouching on the ground. 　Then extend a helping hand with mercy. "That large amount of surplus rice... we can take charge of the garbage collection guild?""...what......you....""We use the name 'trash,' but the other guilds are also first-class products that are not inferior to each other. Your rice name will not be tarnished. Rather, the rice here may be the best brand-name product in our country. People recognize that 'Homer's rice is amazing.'""... will you accept my rice?"　He grabs my left hand with his muddy hands on the ground. He wraps them tightly in his hands. 　I'll put my right hand on those hands and wrap it around. "I said, "From the beginning."You said you wanted your rice, didn't you?""Oh......oh......I'm sorry...I was a terrible attitude...but you.........I'm ashamed of myself...""Don't worry. No one should hesitate to leave their precious things with unknown people. And we understand that trust is not something you can gain overnight. I don't blame you.""...you.........you're a good man."　puff 　Do you think so?　Do you really think so?　Hmmm..."Then will you sell us the rice here?""Oh! Of course! I've been told I won't be in the peddler's guild once. I'll give you a discount!""That's a relief. I hope you'll be there for a long time to come.""You are welcome!"　Homer and I clenched each other's hands again and shook hands. 　Thus, rice was supplied stably to the Yangtari-tei. 　All-you-can-eat new rice!　Wow!　The story had a happy ending and we headed home elated. 　Leaving Homer's farm, Estella approached me as the Yodamari-tei approached. "You were aiming for this, weren't you?"　When I looked back, my eyes were staring at me. "What are you talking about?""The kind consultation with the poultry farm and the free provision of technology were all for this purpose!""What are you angry about? Neighbors didn't get rid of their beloved chickens, and the egg production went up. Homer just changed the seller from a peddler's guild to a garbage collection guild. It was a peaceful curtain-off that didn't tarnish the name of the rice he made and hurt his self-esteem. Is anyone at a disadvantage?""... no one has done any harm to you, to be sure... ...but you have the advantage.""That's because... your daily behavior is good?""...what will the Spirit decide now?"　I'm sure you'll put your hands up and agree, "Yes." 　Luck comes naturally to a man of high virtue. "Well... just to confirm..."　Raise your hand modestly and Jeanette asks anxiously. "This case is... ...that no one is unhappy, is it?""Of course,"　I just picked up the chicken's rice. 　Well, speaking of it, I think Homer's income has dropped a little. 　But, well, I've been saved from going to zero. Long live! 　What's more,"At present, rice is mainly available as ""bird bait,"" but with my power, I can definitely make you realize how stupid it is to recognize it." 　Promoting the potential and usefulness of rice, it makes it an indispensable part of this all-bloom. It threatens bread, which now dominates the leading role. 　The higher the demand, the higher the value, the faster you can get back your once‐down income. 　It's important to have a long-term perspective on everything, so you can see it as a latent period for huge profits. 　And what I have endured and waited for is a bright future. 　That leaves no room for Homer to complain. "...so, do you mean,"No problem,"　I'm absolutely adamant, and at that moment I'm going to enter the Yodamari-tei, where I arrived. 　Well, it was a really good business negotiation. 　an egg in rice 　The security has been secured as originally planned. "...why? I don't feel like complimenting Jiro honestly...""It's strange... ...but Yashiro did a great job for you, didn't he?""...for my own sake."　I heard such conversations between my three daughters through the door, but I decided to ignore them.