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

In a city liquor store with an Elvis residence.

"... over two mountains.

Monica was stuck at her desk with a glass of wine in one hand.

"Really... is it entering the third mountain?

"Ugh... don't tell me..."

The neighbor Ralph drinks in an atmosphere where nothing is happening.

"We are the first mountain to admire.

Bedford turns his pitiful eyes to Monica.

"Ho ho, I think Bedford is Mountain 1, but aren't you climbing Mountain 2 or something?

I hear you're about to start ordering medium thick sauce, right?

"... you've already leaked..."

Bedford is dismayed.

"Ah! It's finally on sale!

Even the craftsmen talked about it during the day off.

I'm eating all over here one foot away, but... you can definitely sell it!

Good luck! "

Monica comes back to life.

"... it's my final exam tomorrow..."

"" "Exam???

Everyone turns to Bedford.

"Oh... Tomorrow, the investors will eat what we're planting and get permission to sell it.

"Is that it? Master Kitamizato hasn't come home since he left?

You want Mr. Victor to eat it?

Monica listens back.

"The investor is the Elvis family.

Master Kitamizato just requested the manufacture from us.

Tomorrow, the Inspector General's Department, the Bureau of Economics and the Bureau of Finance will come and confirm the final taste.

"Did you do the uster sauce?

Ralph asks.

"I did.

But then the Elvis family bought it before the sale, and Kitamizato-sama's permission came out.

The final confirmation has not been given to the Count before he entered his mouth.

He was a shame, so he's going to do it this time.

"Well, it's the investor, and if it's changed from the first taste, it's a problem... but there's no such thing as the originator Kitamizato, right?

How can you check the taste?

Monica makes me look strange and ask.

"Ho ho, in those times, it's what surrogates come for.

Roe says it sounds interesting.

"" "Substitute??

"Ho ho ho, a person who knows the taste of the medium dark sauce of Master Kitamizato... is that the cook of the Elvis family, in my estimation?

Low shows off his predictions.

"Am I Mr. Victor?

Ralph also hitchhiked.

"Isn't this Suzune?

Kitamizato-sama's right arm, and she seemed to know the flavor even if she couldn't cook.

It's called potpourri while Monica thinks.

"" "Ah! I forgot!

Everyone thinks there.

"Well... tomorrow will be the day to see if I can get into my second mountain...

Taste has been proven in this store... don't be nervous.

"Ho ho, you're looking forward to it.

What time can you buy it? I'll be there.

"Oh, let me tell all of us.

"Shall I certainly also tell the people who work in the store and factory?

"... you're all in the company.

"" "If you don't go buy it soon, you'll sell it out, won't you?

Low, Ralph and Monica say with their mouths together.

"Right.

I hope it's going to be like the last Uster sauce... "

"It's okay!"

"You don't have to sell it all at once to sell it normally.

"Ho ho, please make mass production faster.

I will sell it to another territory.

"... you're motivated by Roe's grandfather.

"Ho ho ho, it's 3,000 walt whiskies until two years from now.

In the meantime, we decided to use Ustar Sauce to strengthen our sales network to other territories.

Now you can maintain the connection between the liquor stores and the connection to the liquor store.

"When... ha... speaking of which, I bought Uster Sauce this time when Master Kitamizato was going to East Town.

Says Bedford as he remembers.

"... Bedford... what did you say?

Rho asks with an impatient face.

"No... Deacon of the Elvis family bought two barrels early in the morning when Master Kitamizato left...

What's up, Roe's grandfather?

"... you mean you took it for the messenger of the demonic kingdom...

That was supposed to be a few years from now... no way... no, the problem is distribution with other realms... how far in the demon kingdom do you wholesale... "

Roe's grandfather is smashing himself.

"Ah... Dear Kitamizato, I ran wild.

Monica squeaks as she looks at Low.

"Ha, you're going to have more work.

Both Mr. Law and Bedford.

Ralph says.

"Thanks to you.

What about Ralph's place?

"It's going well.

You've exceeded your initial monthly target.

Now I'm looking to produce 1.5 times as much as I initially did... but I'm worried about adding machines to the Satella mill here.

"Cost?

"Yeah, because they haven't made a consolidated payment yet.

I was wondering if I could order right now while I was watching everyone's pay, but the job is like a mountain... no, it's a pile.

If you can postpone this payment, you can buy it and make it into an increased production system... in case it doesn't cross the border, it's over.

Do we have to increase productivity by saving waste while increasing the worker's proficiency until we accumulate a little more money?

"... by the way, is the trench coat order coming?

"Hmm?... Hmm.

You've decided on an extra 900 for the Elvis family and 900 for the Knights of the Godwin family, 850 for the soldiers of His Royal Highness William and 700 for the First Knights of the King's Capital.

And pants down to Zimbay where Elvis family soldier's uniform and Kitamizato thought about mass production and wholesale to various locations of downjackets and downvests to be sold this winter... I knew you'd ask for a machine.

"The Ralphs seem busy, too.

Bedford was too busy for us.