The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

She is sixteen years old.

I work at a restaurant.

a person who grates fish, cooks rice plumply, and cuts meat into bite-size pieces That's me.

Now, even carrots are peeling off.........hahaha.

"Hey, Jiro! What? Jiro is in trouble!"

"...I feel a tremendous negative aura."

"It's a little... It's hard to get close to."

"Well, do you have any idea why Jillo was like that?"

"Especially for vampires..."

"I can't think of any particular thing about us... what about Sister?"

"I'm sorry, but nothing... you seemed well when you raised money for the church a few days ago..."

"It's been a little strange since yesterday. Like this... not the usual Mr. Jiro...

There are a lot of people gathering together to talk about something secretly.

I'm afraid I'm quiet, but I can hear it completely.

If you're going to talk to me so that I can hear you...

"Oh, I wonder if anyone would praise me..."

..............little.

`What did you say!'

"Why, shall I compliment you?"

"No, wait! Whenever Jiro says something like that, there's always something wrong!"

"...a careless remark is fatal."

"Why don't you give him a compliment as a trial?"

"Well, I think so, too."

"Sister and manager don't have a sense of crisis! It's your brother!? He's making a blatant demand!? It's definitely a trap!"

"Why, you have no credibility on the basis of absolute trust,"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . See?

No one compliments me.

After all, I'm a bad guy who has nothing to be praised for.........smack.

"I started crying!? Shouldn't I have complimented you?"

"...maybe it's too late." Instead, we should move on to the next action."

"Oh, my brother is getting so small!"

"It's an emergency! We're all going to work together to break this situation.

"But what on earth should I do?"

"Why, would you like to do something that would make you feel better?"

"For example, what kind of thing do you going to do you think so?

"That's right. To tell the story of the Spirit to you is..."

"'That's a bit...'"

"Why?"

"Sister, sir. It's hard to say..."

"What, Jeanette?"

"Mr. Yashiro... I think you like that kind of story very much..."

"Is that so? I think I'm absorbed in listening for about five hours..."

"It's too long for an oiler..."

There's something very carefully isolated Bertina over there.

Instead of participating in the conversation, a pile of popcorn is placed on a distant table, where Bertina is guided.

And Bertina, gleeful at popcorn.

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"Ah... what's this feeling?"

"... Manager, are you worried too much about Jiro?"

"Just a little... Just a little... That's cute, Mr. Jiro."

"The manager sometimes breaks down".

Magda and Loretta sit Jeanette gently in the chair.

I feel like I'm being excluded from the pious Al-Vistans.

"First of all, I think we have to think about the reason why Jiro went crazy."

"Yes!"

"Yes, then Regina."

"Hereditary!"

"...yes, more of this, more of an external factor, will you think only of what has happened in the last few days?"

"I had a fling with the fox at the store yesterday."

"What!"

"What!"

"Hey!? Wait! That's a misunderstanding!"

Somehow Estella and Imelda took Umaro to the corner of the shop.

It's all over the place. You're sorry!

Oh, Regina smiled and approached Estella. I guess you're going to go and inject something bad again.

`Maybe it's "woke up?"'

"Well... to what?"

"Say! It's the excessive friendship between a fox and a man and a man..."

"Regina, Jiro doesn't have that kind of taste.

`What do you call it! You two are good friends!'

"Well... do you think I'm a man?"

`It's all right, just a 'man' or a 'beautiful boy','

"...are you still there...who thinks so.

"As expected of Estella. He's a man."

"Noisy, Imelda!"

There was something lively about it, but in the meantime Regina whispered to Umaro and Umaro looked disgusted.

Oh, you've just learned something bad.

Regina is kind of like, "That's all right, that's all right," and she's going to bring me some umaro.A woman comes to me by herself.

"Oh... you know... you're really?

The second half of the line was directed at Regina, who was watching behind her.

Regina agrees with a loud gesture, "Yes, yes!"

With a great sigh, the woman turned to me.

Then he made a serious expression and said to me:

"A depressed face doesn't look good on you, Ma, My Honey... ...if you don't feel well, I'll warm you up with Oira's arms!"

I didn't know what it was, but I was so irritated that I threw the carrot at him with all my might.

From top to bottom, sharp carrots sink into the pit of the womalo, with a gouging rotation. Didn't you get through it?

"...Ya, Mr. Yashiro... No... Oira said she didn't want to... Regina..."

"Ringling..."

"Huh!"

She screams briefly and rolls away, holding her pit.

"Oh, it's going wild.

There's a roar over there.

But it doesn't matter to me.

I can only peel carrots.........what? Where did carrots go?

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Mr. Manager, calm down!"

"... Regina, give me some sedatives."

"Homma, a lively shop..."

It's lively... Yes, it's lively.

Whether I'm depressed or disappeared... the world goes around the same way.

I'm not a swindler... I'm just like a girl wearing a burma underneath, even though she's just a punch rashichu.

"It was a rough year. There's a burma down there." And he rolled up his skirt and showed it to me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . That's it!

"Oh! Jillo has recovered a little!"

`I have some sparkling eyes!'

"Well, let's not think about erotic things anyway.

though…

What can I do?

I don't think I can handle even 'hard to get techniques' right now...

It's a way to make people buy goods by giving them a special feeling.

It's like "Good news for you only!" in spam.

This Hard to Get Technique is a way to make the customer sign up for a new subscription by giving them a free lottery in front of the cell phone store and saying, "Congratulations! You won the phone!" or, as if they were lucky. In fact, the cell phone itself has no value, but the fact that it's won makes customers feel "special."

...Special.

Hmm......it's a word that has nothing to do with me, isn't it?

There are so many stupid people like me who can only peel carrots that I can sweep away... I can't believe...

"What!? What's this?"

Suddenly, a woman screams.

I glanced at the carrot I threw at him earlier. Oh, there was a carrot in that place was, carrots.

"What's the matter with you, loud voice?"

"Look at this!"

"Which one?"

"Will you show me, too?"

"Oh! I want to see it, too!"

"...you can give priority to Magda."

"You're showing it to us,"

"Slip... Me too...slip...slip...slip...I'd like to see...Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch.

Then all the people present peek into the carrots.

And silence.

It's quiet.

"''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

Then everyone cried out in unison.

What's wrong with you?

"Yasilo, what's this?"

"...I have something to ask you,"

"What's going on with this?"

Members of Yodamari-tei flocked in and Estella, Imelda and Regina were looking at me with different colors in their eyes.

...what?

"Hey, Jiro! Can you cut this carrot for me?"

Estella told me to cut the carrot I threw at the womalo.

"'Whoa!'"

There's such an incomprehensible cheer.

"Yasilo... It's amazing."

Jeanette muttered, looking at the carrot I cut.

Awesome?

When I looked at the carrot... it was shaped like a four‐leaf clover.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Like Kintaro candy, a four‐leaf clover with a whole carrot can be made by cutting it into rounds.

`I feel like I'll be happy if I have this in my soup!"

"...good luck clover,"

"As expected, you're good at it!"

Somehow, it's highly praised.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Jiro!"

Jeanette peeps into my face. ... it's close! It smells good!

"Could you tell me how to cut it?"

"What?"

Jeanette pleads with a serious expression, pinching a four-leaf clover-shaped carrot with her fingers.

"I want to master how to cut it and use it in the restaurant's cooking! Please teach me!"

And I was bowed down with tremendous force.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"I'd like to hear you, too. and the children might be glad to take it if it were made in this kind of medicine."

"Me too... for the children... by all means... by all means... by all means..."

"I'd like to hear it, too. I want to master it as a knife-man."

`Then I'll teach you the viper!'

"...this is a skill you need to learn."

"Whatever I hide, I'm training now to get closer to the manager! I'll learn!"

It's kind of an awful bite.

It's like... Everyone's eyes are serious.

"Do you really want to know?"

"''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

This is...

Does this mean that I... I... I... I'm special?

Oh my gosh!

I think we can use it here... "Hard to Get Techniques!"

"All right! Then I'll teach you 'only' and 'special'!"

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"Instead!"

"''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''"

I'm going to use this hard-to-get technique to get a reward that I couldn't withdraw before!

"Praise me!"

"A manly fellow!"

"A genius!"

"Cool!"

"I'm so cool!"

Haha.........haha!

That's more!

Praise me more!

Praise me and give me confidence!

"You're the savior of the 42 wards!" "You're a good young man!" "You're a good young man!" "You're very receptive!" "You're very determined!" "You're very good at listening!" "You're very good at listening!" "You're very good at listening!" "You're very leadership!" "You've got big hands!" "You've got big eyelids!" "...Double eyelids!" "You're a bit smart!" "You're young!" "You're young!" "You're also good at bathing."

"Oh, my God!"

Jeanette takes a step forward as she rushes through the words of praise for me.

"Let me tell you!" is written on my face.

That's all right. Let's hear it!

Jeanette says to me in all her voice with her big eyes sparkling.

"Yasilo, I love you!"

--noisy!

Stiff silence envelops the sunlit pavilion.

To be honest, I couldn't imagine this remark.

"What!"

In the meantime, Jeanette, understanding the lines she just uttered, spouts steam all over her body.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's not what I meant!"

Jeanette swings her arms around with a scarlet face than the carrot in her hand.

"As a human being, I thought Mr. Jiro was more wonderful than that! So... the deep meaning is that... ...I am Al-Vistan! ...so that's not the case."Whoa! Don't look so much! No, it's not!"

Feeling unbearable, Jeanette eventually covered her face and ran into the kitchen.

Well, well... I guess you have no other intentions. Yes. I'm sure so.

...so you guys. Won't you stop looking at me like that?

I had regained my confidence as a swindler, but...

"Hard to Get Techniques" were too dangerous and decided to seal them up.