A Mid-level (Middle-aged) Office Worker’s Laid-Back Industrial Revolution in Another World

This is the city's liquor store with the Elvis residence.

"... I couldn't..."

The ringtone was dismayed in one hand with the wine contained in the sip.

"No, well... but it didn't work at all.

Carol from Satella Manufacturing took a good look at it, and she was able to extend the delivery time by another five days.

He's the head of the blacksmith union, right? It's about Mr. Suzune who sees it more immediately.

That's all they expect.

Taylor pounds the shoulder of the ringtone.

"That's right... ha...

"I don't have enough explanations here," "State a cross-sectional view of the area here," "Add a picture divided into four steps because it's hard to see the movement here"... lots of red pen checks!

The ringtone raises its face and screams.

Taylor said, "Red pen?" and lean his neck.

"Oh? Mr. Suzune has Taylor.

and Ralphs and his drinking buddies come.

"Ah! Store manager Ralph, Mr. Law, Mr. Bedford and Mr. Monica too! Good evening."

"Ah, here I come..."

Taylor next to Suzune greets him. "It's confirmed to be home late at night," he sees with jito eyes.

"Oh? Suzune, what? What about that creepy face?

Monica says to the ringtone.

"Please don't tell me it stinks...

I just took a drawing of the machine to Carol from Satella Manufacturing.

"Oh! Can you do it?

Ralph listens happily.

It talked to Ralph's tailor and Satella Manufacturing, who were supposed to hand test the machine from the prototyping stage.

Of course, the subsequent delivery to the plant has almost been confirmed.

Ralphs and the tailors were looking forward to developing a machine that was expected to shorten the sewing process.

Ralph was filled with the prospect that the overall process would be about 20% faster and the prospect of an increase in the number of trench coat orders and the desire to start the test as soon as possible.

"I could do it privately... and Mr. Carroll filled me with no...

I'll start adding more details tomorrow.

"Ho, what did you do?

"... please don't get dirty.

Ah! Clerk! I'll borrow your desk!

Suzune wipes the next desk clean and spreads the drawing.

"" Ooh!

Ralph and Monica look at the drawings and exclaim.

A four-sided view and details of each operating part were written there when a person sat down.

The roughness of the drawings was not as written by the very 23-year-old daughter of this country of certain objects.

Solid drawings were made like those written by designers at one end.

I don't know the drawings. Low and Bedford peek in "heh."

"Yeah, it sounds good.

Isn't it written assuming people sat down, and as an overview diagram, enough?

Monica watches as she snorts.

"Carol told me that I couldn't write a drawing yet because I didn't have enough explanation for the fine connections.

Here and... he wants a cross-sectional view of here and the operating steps here in a painting.

The ringtone is shunned.

"Maybe that's true.

Kitamizato and Suzune are going to make something new.

Because if you don't write me down in detail, the rest of us won't know how to move.

Monica laughs bitterly.

"That's right..."

"Hmm... Mr. Suzune.

It's a board of footsteps, but... can you spread it in the back about 10 centimeters?

Because it seems easier to slack and step on your left and right legs.

Ralph also puts in an order.

"Er... here it is, yes.

... this is how it happens... and the leather for the drive stretches this way too... "

The bell tone takes out the pencil and eraser and immediately begins to fix it.

"Ho ho, Suzune is a designer too.

Roe returns to Taylor's seat and smiles when he sees him.

"Absolutely. I can draw drawings right away.

It's refreshing to see my drawings.

Bedford also comes back and hands on the knob.

"You're a gift of imagination and effort.

I can rewrite it right away because I have a good image of what I can do.

I've rewritten many sheets, so I can write beautiful drawings that look like them.

How many have I drawn so far?

Says Taylor to Low and Bedford whining as he looks at the three of them too.

"Is Taylor okay?

"I'm... sort of.

If you want to see it, Bradley and the others at Steno Technologies will give you more oral explanations.

Or do you not ask all four of them for alcohol?

"Mm-hmm... what are we drinking today?

Hmm?... Roe's grandfather, this is a new booze, isn't it?

"Oh? Has it also been delivered to this store?

Says Bedford as he shows Low the menu.

"What's Big Book Liquor Inquirer saying?

"I'm leaving that quota to my son. Ho ho.

Because I wish I was dealing with Mr. Walt or Mr. Kitamizato.

Roe's gonna try and get us out of here.

"... they both look tough.

Are you done with the drawings, Ralph and Monica, the ringtone that finished the drawings comes back to your seat?

"What is it? Is that a new breed of liquor?

Ralph's gonna listen to you, too.

"Yeah, it's Walt whiskey. Ho ho.

See, you explained this before, didn't you?

"Oh, that's the rye liquor Master Kitamizato found.

Bedford nods.

"You said it.

Surely the quantity is low, isn't it?

"Until next year, right? I'm asking for more production now.

Until next year, we will be circulating about 2,500 copies per year, and we will be selling out 10,000 copies in three years.

"Huh... that's a magnificent number.

Monica is surprised.

"Ho ho. My dear Kitamizato and I expect to have an additional order of 30,000 bottles a year, though.

"What kind of plan do you have?

Monica is stunned.

"Even Monica must be in trouble, huh?

The ringtone comes.

"I'm trying so hard to die!

Request a quote from the King's City on a daily basis! I even came to the First Knights of the King's Capital, the General Inspectorate and the Human Resources Bureau today!

We can't keep up with production!

"Ho, that's amazing.

Bedford is stunned.

"What about Mr. Bedford?

Ralph asks.

"We're still discussing this with the General Inspectorate and the Treasury Department.

You're deciding what to do with the future increase in production.

"That sounds like a tough one, too.

Ralph sighs.

"What about Ralph? Ho ho."

"We haven't received an additional quote so far, have we?

Well, I have a production delivery date for trench coats for Elvis and Godwin and His Highness William, so I'm working solemnly.

Ralph is relieved to see if the factory has arrived at a paragraph.

"Huh... shall I report it to Master Kitamizato?

Ralph's tailor said he could afford it.

Monica laughs niggly.

"Let's have it stopped.

Besides, in March, you won't be able to afford a uniform for Elvis recruits or a uniform for Kitamizato-sama's lab.

It's a temporary break now.

Ralph hates it with a serious face.

When this face gathered, it blossomed from the current status report into a struggling story.