The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"Good-night, gentlemen," It's wonderful weather today, isn't

Imelda walks into the store with sparkling eyes.

"Tea and Mont Blanc, manager!"

"Yes, yes! Certainly,"

Jeanette gets a little flustered when she places an order before she says "Irasshaimase."

The store, crowded with a certain number of customers, is momentarily silenced. Oh, a surprise trap, that's right.

You walk straight into the store, come to the table at the very back where I'm sitting, and sit right in front of me. ... Hey, why do you sit here?

Imelda rests her elbow on the table, swoops forward, and peeks into my face with a happy look.

...near. And a little awkward.

"...what?"

"What? What do you mean?"

It seems to be all over the place.

You look as if you wanted me to ask you something.

Oh, my God!

"You look happy, don't you think? Was it a good thing?"

"Do you understand!?" Well, what shall I do? If I were to take a taxi, this impression would have overflowed out of my body!"

It's the heat and depression that are overflowing.

"I can't help it! Special! I'll tell you why you're in such a good mood, Mr. Jiro! That's...!"

"Is that so? I heard that a part of the Woodman Guild's branch has been completed... ...that they had to build only the living space first." You've lost a lot of weight. Don't overwork me, poor fellow."

You'd be in trouble if I went to bed when I wanted to work hard.

「…………」

Imelda's expression fell off her face, perhaps in the right light.

Well, that's what I thought.

The sewerage works in the Forty-Fortieth Ward were finished, and now it was time to build the Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty-Forty

It seems that Umaro had been working on the construction of a sugar factory at my request, but she gently refused to do so, saying, "I have my turn." ... This lady cut in with all her money and power.

Defeated Womaro had built the Woodman's Guild's quarters -- but only the Imelda's residence and the dormitory used by the maids with the Imelda -- with top priority.

Naturally, it's of the highest quality without compromise.

The womalo that came here last night was dry to the skin.

「…………」

a silent imelda

He's gazing at the floor with his lips pointed unintentionally.

Oh, my gosh, I'm messing with you.

Imelda flipped back and left the hotel.

"Oh, Mr. Imelda? Where are you going?"

Imelda goes out without answering Jeanette's call with Mont Blanc and tea. Then the door closed quietly.

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"Yasilo, what did you say?"

"I mean... what did I say... I didn't let you said.

Should I chase him?

Just as I thought about it, the door of the Yodamari-tei was thrown open, and a bright voice rang through the store.

"Good-night, gentlemen," What a wonderful day! Oh, manager, tea and Mont Blanc!"

"Are you going to start over?"

He's got a lot of mentality.

"Well, Mr. Jiro... Mont Blanc and tea... What shall I do?"

"Put out two and charge for two."

After that, Imelda, who sat in front of me with a happy face, kept telling me the information she already knew.

The sun in the bedroom is the best. When I get out into the garden. Good information continues to be circulated.

In short, it'sort of.

Imelda is in a state of great excitement right now.

"Well, Imelda..."

"Oh, you want me to invite you to a new place in Vaxi!? Get your bearings! I really don't understand why you thought you could join at this historic moment of Vaxi's first life alone."

"Well... you know..."

"But... well, Yashiro, if you want me to do that, I don't mind if you invite me to this taxi."

You'd better stop pushing me like a swindler.

"A buffet party with various nobles, including the lords of the 40th and 42nd wards. And the splendid dance performance of Waxi. After that... well, I don't mind introducing Mr. Jiro to you, especially, as a taxi."

"Why should I be introduced to the nobles?"

It's no good, Maengdukse.

"The party should be held only after the Woodman Guild has been established." You've only got a place to live in, haven'

"It's all right," Mr. Womaro will finish it right away."

"Stupid! Don't monopolize the womalo any more! He needs to build a street gate! Construction is delayed because you screwed in the building of the residence!? I can't delay it any longer. The other institutions in the branch are behind us!"

"Don't you think it's unbalanced to have only a house?"

"So I was going to set up a branch of the Woodman Guild after the street gate!"

You forced me to twist the schedule!

"You have nothing to say that you moved in before the street gate was built!"

"Because!"

Imelda's cheek staring at me is puffing up.

"We're going to do something fun while the vaxes are gone! I wanted to bite a cake or something like that!"...and don't get upset.

"Well, Mr. Imelda," Mont Blanc."

"Well, how beautiful......... Mr. Becko!? There's no Mr. Becko!"

"I haven't come to-day," He's busy making candles for his birthday."

The custom of celebrating birthdays quickly spread throughout the 42 wards, and all the cake shops created "birthday cakes." Each one has an interesting finish that shows its individuality.

However, all shops have in common that birthday cakes have as few candles as they are old.

Perhaps that impression on Jeanette's birthday is great.

So Becko is very busy right now.

"Then I can't eat this Mont Blanc!"

"Eat!"

"Isn't it going to disappear!"

`Make me a food sample at a later date!'

This guy hates the loss of beautiful things.

It's a tough personality.

"Well, then... I'll take it."

Sitting down, holding a fork, Imelda faces Mont Blanc.

Oh, it's really prepared for 2 people.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Yes, probably not,"

brush aside extreme impressions

Imelda scraping Mont Blanc into her mouth after a bite.

Oh, the second thing I did it. ...you really eat a lot, don't you?

"Anyway, is that all right?"

"Don't talk while eating..."

"Muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk-muk."

"Don't eat with strange noises..."

The next thing we have to do is to build a street gate and rebuild the street from the street gate to the main street. There's no chance for us, perhaps.

"By the way, what's your name today? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . with red hair. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"It's Estella!"

Imelda inadvertently made a mistake when Estella stormed the door of the Yodamari-tei.

... by all means.

"Don't be rough with me, Crumpella,"

"Estella! Will you not ride me?"

"Really. It's a very fine tea time, but it's noisy... Why don't you calm down a little, Mr. Espeta?"

"Estella!"

"So don't make a big noise in the store. Crumpetta."

"My name is completely gone!? It's just a curse!"

Today is another very lively day.

"Why don't you try to find time to relax after a long time..."

Estella has been busily running around recently, with the design of the gate and the length of its construction.

After the gate has been completed, the operation method must be confirmed by now.

Once the gate is completed, soldiers are needed to check who passes through it and to drive away demons outside the gate.

The feudal lord's vigilante will take the post, but it's a little understaffed.

Therefore, it is widely recruited from other wards.

It's an opportunity for young people who have lost their jobs. The numbers will soon be in order.

"Oh, Mont Blanc. I hope... but I think I'll have an apple pie today."

"Eat rice, eat rice.

I can't believe he's going to skip lunch and eat cake... kid.

"Oh! I want to eat cake!"

an estella twisted with a sharpening one's mouth

It's not "No, no!"

Just as I thought about something like a kid, I heard a conversation like this from inside the store.

"Hey! Eat everything!"

"I don't need it anymore!"

I found my mother and a young boy eating a set meal of grilled salmon. Or rather, the mother seems to be struggling to feed the boy's leftovers.

"Well... was it a little too much?"

"Oh, no, no," I'm grateful that you'll give me a lot of food... you know, don't be selfish and eat it all!"

"Hey! I can eat cake!"

"If you can eat cake, eat! Isn't it a waste?"

"Hey! I don't need any more!"

"Well...."

"I don't need it anymore," says Jeanette.

Shall I hit you, kid?

I guess I just wanted to eat Mont Blanc because Imelda eats it deliciously anyway. The cake looks better than the rice.

But I hate people who prioritize sweets without eating!

A guy who eats sweets before meals and says, "I can't eat," can serve a sentence that prevents him from eating white rice again.

"Well... would you like to put it in a lunchbox and take it home?"

"Well, but... this is the only amount..."

The boy left half the rice, a quarter of the salmon, and two more mouthfuls of vegetables on the side.

I think I'll have to force myself into it.

Oh, you left too much rice, right? Side dishes, rice, soup, and triangular food are the basics! They're not! Education!

...what?

Well... well, these things, old days...

"... oh!"

Suddenly, very... ...a very fond memory came back to me.

I was only five years old when I was taken over by my stable master and landlady, and that's how vividly my memories remain... so, well, I have very little memory of my real parents... but clearly, I was five years old, and I was depressed.

He was hurt by the loss of his parents, and he was making the kind uncle and his wife care.

There were times when I was annoyed by the fact that I didn't want to eat the food that the landlady cooked for me.That's when...

Well, I've been selfish like this kid before. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I was embarrassed... I was under the illusion that my parents were gone... I wanted them to say, 'You're special.' I was selfish. "Just like this kid, leave some rice and let him eat the cake..."

Then... the landlady told me.........

"Hey, boy,"

"...what?"

I stand behind the kid and look down at him from a high place.

The kid looks a little frightened.

"Come to the kitchen,"

"Hey, Yashiro!? No, I can't bully you."

What do you think I am?

If you're going to bully me, I'll take you outside.

I won't let an outsider into the kitchen unless there's a great deal of trouble. Hygiene control is a life‐threatening mission for food handlers.

"Jinnette, bring me two new aprons."

"Yes, sir. I'm home."

"Hey, Bubba . . . . . Mother," You follow me, too."

"What? Oh, yes..."

Put the apron that Jeanette brought on Babaa and Gaki and take it to the kitchen. As soon as they entered, they had them wash their hands, brush their nails, and finally spray alcohol on them before allowing them to enter the kitchen. Naturally, I had my shoes sterilized.

"Don't touch the things around you,"

Just in case, drive a nail and take the two of them out of sight of the workbench.

Now... I'll do it.

I put the leftovers of the kid I brought on the cutting board.

Vegetables and salmon slices.

Mix miso, sugar and soy sauce and beat them with a knife. It's like chanchanyaki.

Then fry this guy in a frying pan. Sprinkle water to make a concentrated taste of 'tane'.

The rest of the story is, without exception, to make Ale, which he loves very much.

Don't you remember?

When I was very young, when I couldn't eat rice, I could eat it strangely if I had the white rice left in the bowl made into onigiri...

Kids are so simple that if they look interesting, they'll be interested and eaten.

Often a kid's "fullness" simply means "I'm tired of it." As proof of this, they say, "I'm hungry" right after the meal, and they pull me out.

"Oh, nigiri, nigiri, nigiri, nigiri?"

"Ah!"

While singing such a song, pick up the remaining rice and make a bite-sized onigiri.

This kind of never‐before‐seen song or kid gets really close to me.

...I still remember the original song that the landlady was singing.

A witty Jeanette brings out a new flat plate.

Place a bite-size onigiri there.

Then his eyes sparkled as if he couldn't stand it anymore.

"You'll eat only after you've gone over there and taken your chair."

"What!"

Frustration is effective.

Take as much time as you can, and while singing the song, make onigiri out of everything left over by the kid. We added seasonings such as miso, but... well, this time it's a free meal.

"Well, let's go back! Give me back your apron.

"Yes! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

As soon as he leaves the kitchen, the kid takes off his apron and pushes it against the ginette. Then he sat on a chair with a bright look on his face waiting for onigiri to appear.

...you easy‐to‐understand kid!

"Here, eat everything,"

"Thank you!"

The kid bites the 'chanchanyaki onigiri' (Onigiri)

"Oh! Hey, hey! Hey!"

flutter one's feet around one's mouth

At this rate, we'll be able to finish the meal.

The kid's interest seems to have completely shifted to the fun food he'd never seen before, which appeared later than Mont Blanc.

"Yasilo! Can you put that out to me, too.

"To the viper!"

Did you guys get interested in it too? Is it a child...

"Yasilo, you're amazing. I understand your child's feelings very well... It's really amazing."

For some reason, Jeanette says with a tearful eye.

Why do you have tearful eyes?

"It's kind of like an old man."

"Who stinks of old?"

"Oh, no! My grandfather had something to do with him."

I feel like I've been told that before.

Am I that sizzling?

"Where do you come up with this?"

"Oh, this is..."

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"That's what the landlady did to me,"

"Woman?"

"Well... it's a mother."

My mother is, after all, a landlady.

"Is that so... she is a wonderful mother?"

"Well... I think so,"

cluck

Being praised by others... ...a little bit happy or something like that?

"I ate it!"

"Oh! Great thing, son of a b*tc*!"

"Are you complimenting me?"

"That's a great compliment, isn't it?" Hey, kid?""Yes!"

Estella bends her head slightly.

I don't know why it's such a reaction. I want to lean my head slightly.

"I'm really sorry for the inconvenience."

Babaa bows back his carefully folded apron.

"No, we've also had a new discovery. Please don't worry."

Being afraid, Jeanette bows back.

He gently declined Babaa's offer to pay extra for the onigiri and accepted the bill for two grilled salmon set meals.

Babaa bowed many times and the kid waved vigorously and left the store.

"That's good. with delight I owe it to Mr.

"But there may be a little more for the kid,"

"Well... there are some children who, once in a while, are left a little uneaten."

Unlike Japan, which is full of food, it is basically impossible to leave food in this town.

After all, this is the poorest district. It was a city where people could live for three days and three nights without eating the bones of ribs.

However, the fact that there are leftovers means that they are purely too much.

"Your leftover food can't be reused... it's a bit wasteful, isn't it?"

"If you mix it with compost, it may turn into fertilizer in due course... there is a limit to that."

There's no way they can use it around and give it to another customer, and they're going to end up putting it together as garbage and putting it into composting. ... feed the pigs... but each guild makes its own food.

`Then we can only use it to blend it into Umaro's dishes,'

"Don't let it slip into your head!"

Umaro came to the Yodamari-tei at a very good time.

If you want, it's a nice timing to think that you were standing by outside.

"Don't eavesdrop on trade secrets, it's obscene."

"It's not a trade secret! It's just a conspiracy!"

Jeanette guides the angry woman to her seat.

Somehow the shop was crowded with customers, and the shop was full of familiarity.

The arrival of Umaro means... it's already that time.

"... I'm back now."

"It's sold out again today!"

Magda and Loretta all come in.

These two were leading mobile sales operations at Yodamari-tei No. 2 and No. 7.

After lunch, the customers are still out of sight, so the two of them go to the mobile store during that time.

With the afternoon menu, which will be released in limited quantities after lunch.

Popcorn is a fresh caramel popcorn.

For tacos, egg sandwiches with egg salad are sold in limited quantities every day.

These have recorded good sales for small purposes until dinner.

"Magda! Great job outside!"

"...Woman-ro, too.

"Huh!? I'm so tired!"

So Umaro comes for lunch to see when Magda comes back.

...he's already a professional, isn't he? He's just on time.

Such a gorgeous fox is a famous architect in that line... and there are fans...?"

"Ah!"

Everyone there was scared at my cry, which had leaked out of my throat.

"What's the matter, Mr. Jiro?"

"... I see. Yeah... Why didn't you notice it before?"

All the people here are familiar faces.

It's like a 'mate' at the earliest.

If it's a 'mate' ... it's only natural that you'll cooperate with me, right?

"...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, Yashiro!"

"Oh... I have a bad feeling, that face of Jiro..."

"It's evil,"

"...the face of a plot,"

"You're in bad brother mode".

"Is that so? It looks like a lot of fun to me."

````` `a knothole?''

"Oh, that's too much, everyone!"

I came up with a good idea to solve the problem that had recently occurred in Yangdaljeong.

It's very simple.

It's simple, but you'll need a pull to make it happen.

And I have so many reassuring friends.

"Well, boys,"

I look at the 'friends' there.

with a big smile

"We're... "Friendsaid he.

"'Fear!'"

Everyone but Jeanette turned pale. Don't be rude.

"Yes, we're very close. Mr. Jiro,"

"Right?"

"Yes,"

I take Jeanette's words with a big smile as representative of the opinions of the people here.

Now, let's start a business.