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"Nice to meet you, Dear Messala. My name is Rotton Magoowa from the Adele Chamber of Commerce. Master Messala's fame is overheard. I'm very happy to have you this time."

This country's fair exchange is where Rotton, a merchant armed with monocle glasses still rare in the world, greets him like no other.

It is a splendid building made of stone, and is commonly used in this city-state Sevites, where trade flourishes, in transactions of medium size and above.

Most importantly, it seems attractive that usage fees are low.

I checked with Rotton in advance about the story around here.

Next to Rotton and Doddle Messala shaking hands, I was going over the text of the contract three times.

Everything's ruined when there's a mistake here.

There are three documents.

One is a document in which Dollar borrows a billion yen from the Adele Chamber of Commerce.

Fifty million yen was further subtracted as a material to be instantly judged.

There is one major constraint to this deal. ”The mirror does not go into mortgage."

Doddle had his neck tied, but he was convinced that if he sold the mirror, it would be fine.

Exactly. I was surprised to hear there were 300 mirrors, but I was also convinced by the exchange officials that I was lucky enough to tell them I had excavated them.

One is my 1 billion yen loan to the Adele Chamber of Commerce, with interest slightly higher than the first.

This one has nothing in particular to offer.

At the end of the day, it's me and the dollar mirror delivery deed.

It's about delivering the mirror at the same time as I exchange my second document with the Adele Chamber of Commerce. After looking at these three documents, Doddle finally understood the flow of this deal.

Instead, should I say that I was convinced that I received a response from a Fair Exchange official confirming whether there was any fraud or any strange planting, and that I did not find anything in particular?

It was also explained that it was good not to mortgage the subject of the transaction to say that the mirror could not be put into mortgage, so he nodded with a mysterious face.

I bring the pre-prepared mirrors to the Fair Exchange one after another.

I'm letting it all get out of the slam. I'm asking Hug and Yalarai to escort me this time, so I don't have any trouble.

This time I hired a large number of people.

I decided to ask the four of you who helped me last time, and the six of Guillo and Clari, to take care of their new legs and feet, two each.

Six people were paid 2,000 yen each, and the remaining twelve were given 1,200 yen.

The labor costs are 12,000 yen and 14,400 yen. And the cost of the mirror is 1.926 million yen. Together, it's 1,952,400 yen.

The balance is 42,755,1868 yen.

The six people, who already understood the brittleness of the mirror, brought it loaded onto a luggage rented to Rotton, teaching their subordinates how to handle it rigorously. That's a lot, and he also lent me a thick blanket to keep it from cracking.

It was a big luggage truck, and I finished carrying everything back and forth in three rounds. Fortunately, there was nothing broken. Thank you Rotton for lending me your luggage.

Massively arranged mirrors are spectacular.

I didn't have the courtesy to do it, but Doddle ordered me to check with the Fair Exchange staff to see if there was a problem with the mirror. Maybe he thought it was a chance to look in a fancy mirror and touch it.

It was kind of funny how each peeked into his own face and was discouraged to see if he looked like this.

And it's a contract at last.

Sign each other on all the paperwork. A Fair Exchange official will make sure all the conditions are in place and finally mark the Fair Exchange. Of course I keep all the replicas.

"Congratulations. Dear Messala, now the mirror is yours."

"Oh, oh... this is everything..."

"The more noble you will be, the more eager you will be for this stunning mirror"

"Oh, you will, you will"

Dollars snort satisfactorily.

I hope it sells high.

Each of the three of us shook hands, each on his way home.

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And a few days later.

The building is currently under construction on a rapid pitch in order for the clothing guild to officially buy the corner of the slam and make it a massive production base. It's a sweet world of safety standards. The building will be finished when I see it.

We had a great deal of backlash from the slum people at first, but we were promised priority employment for this construction first, and priority employment after completion, and now the slum people are actively cooperating.

I also heard there was an influx of East Slam humans, not just West Slam.

Once the factory has been completed, the construction of collective housing for residential use has also been decided.

The western slam had recently begun to get bright air flowing.

This was accompanied by a reduction in the size of the cookout.

At present, priority is given to people who cannot get a job. However, it also made it possible for people who joined the Autonomous Association, which is letting DePaz put it together, to receive it.

Slam people who hated being tied up at first, but with some discipline, they realized the fact that it was easy to get a job, and gradually more and more people joined.

It has been another job since the factory was completed.

Fortunately, they have succeeded in mass-producing the machines, and since the two machines prepared earlier, the garment guild will increase the number of machines in good order.

With the high unit price per car, profits will be ahead, but T-shirts and Y-shirts are currently starting to show signs of a big hit.

T-shirts cost 5,000 yen. It looks like the Y-shirt is set at 7,000 yen and slightly stronger, but still far cheaper than the second-hand clothes in general circulation.

The unit price of the T-shirt went up more than I thought because I was obsessed with stretching and shrinking fabrics. The weaving method is more special than normal and the unit cost of cloth is slightly higher.

Still all brand new.

As expected, the T-shirt is to the common man, and the Y-shirt is to the merchant.

The supply of goods is not catching up at all at present.

I asked Felicia (breast implants), the guild leader, and she said from a number of chambers of commerce inside, a mass-buying clinic is coming. Most importantly, they were very funny about the faces of the merchants when they found out they could sell the same clothes.

The other chambers of commerce, which have no machines, have nothing but teeth to look at.

He said he would be stunned and blue when he talked about having another hundred clothes ready in a week. I don't know, you're sad.

Of course, the machine is classified, but building a factory in Slam Street or mass-producing ready-made clothing at unusual speeds will not stand out. A large number of spies were gathering to gather information.

I'm asking Yalarai, the escort, not to lay a hand on them. Except if you try to do something most physically.

In fact, it seems there were idiots who tried to set fire to it twice or so, and those guys are currently unable to dive into their bets with fear and come out. What have you done, Yalarai...

With that in mind, security is now being stepped up. Now you'll be fine without us.

While I help with my clothing guild, I let Giro and Clari help me work in parallel on something (...).

I'm so busy turning my eyes every day thanks to you.

... Well, still better than in the Japanese era. Whatever you say, I can sleep four hours a day.

This is what the current holdings look like, by the way.

Expenses were unexpectedly costly in the details.

The balance is 42.31 million 9018 yen.

And it happened one morning.

Here comes Rotton Magoowa of the Adele Chamber of Commerce, wearing his usual monocle.

But it wasn't a smile.

I said, "No way?" I greeted her and came closer.

You failed?

Rotton had a mean grin when there was a cold sweat on his back, yes.

"Doddle Messala is bankrupt"