"This time, we're in trouble for a deal with a major player, right?
"Oh, you know, the president cut a big deal and couldn't pull in anymore"
House of the sea.
On the Sea side of Japan, we managed to secure a seat at what might be called a beach tea house, and we waited for lunch as we let the physical fatigue that pushed us over fall on the thin table.
The best, no, while the only vibrant dirt house was picking up drinks, I was just hearing from Murasaki about the company. Mr. Mio is... exhausted and stuck at his desk. I hear the tension for a gold medal in the sisters just disappeared.
"He said the authorities' audit went in on suspicion that it was because of the pressure exerted by the big side. It's a gasket."
"Seriously. Subcontracting law."
Subcontracting Payment Delay Prevention Act (Shihadaichi Boku), a law that, to put it bluntly, prevents strong companies from playing power to weak companies.
It would be an irrational story if you tried it as a major player. How do you expect to prevent a good year's management from offering fifty times the amount you can handle trying to make a beautiful place (Mio) look good?
"Well, I just checked the cause and found out that our president was bad."
"You know what, you might as well say you found out."
"Oh, welcome back. I'm sorry I left it to you, Tsuchiya."
"Early Maiden's Iced Coffee Snack. Hot Coke. Murasaki is iced tea."
"Thank you"
With his cool face, Murasaki sipped off his iced tea in one breath. No, he stares flatteringly at the cup, which was more ice packed than he thought, as he snaps his neck as he makes a noise.
"Throat, you were dry, Murasaki... So, what happened after all?
"The president's neck is ampered."
He said, "The company is a hundred times better."
"First of all, the wife of the former president will take her seat, but I don't know if she'll officially decide on a new appointment soon."
"He said he was fired instantly without even waiting for his successor HR. Seriously."
They were getting bigger than I thought. I've said it like any other HR, but I would have been in the vortex if I had stayed with that company, too.
No, it's a pointless assumption because it wasn't the beginning of it all that I was pulled out by Mr. Mio.
"So? Well, as for the greats around here, here's the real deal."
"The real deal?"
"Authorities mean your country's eyes are on you?
"Well, yeah."
"If we graduate from a black company, we can't graduate. That's why we get the number of holidays per year first...
"Right!
"What's going on?
My mind couldn't catch up with my body when I was a child, and Mio, who was ramming up using up her strength, slowly raised her face to see if she had been hit by the cold air in her iced coffee.
"Listen, Maiden! Holy shit!!"
"There's a summer vacation!
"I tripled it!!
"Triple!? That's not amazing! Aren't you supposed to be vacationing or something?
Round your eyes, Mr. Mio.
But it's not. “Ex” is different, Mr. Mio.
"What a day it was on the third!
"It's five holidays with Saturday and Sunday! Heh heh heh heh heh heh!
"Oh, yeah. Good, good."
"Mr. Mio, their battle has just begun."
By the way, it's Mio, but he's using his Saturday and Sunday shift. I worked for Mr. Mio, too, so it's the fourth holiday of the day off.
Ten holidays, including Saturday and Sunday, are scheduled for the summer vacation, with five days in the August basin, plus a paid acquisition being recommended around. Ten holidays. The first time I heard it, I couldn't keep up with my understanding either.
It is not impossible for Mio like that to pull into the holiday situation of a black company. But this is all that changed in the first year, so I'm serious about the company.
It must get better after next year.
"Besides, I liked doing Zubuzubu with the previous president. I liked it. Hageppy at once. Be quiet for a minute."
"Oh, does that affect you, too?...... bald pussy?
"Updated. Chief Bald Cuckoo, for God's sake, I'm Chief Bald Pucci now."
"... oh bald and cliffy and bald pussy. I finally understand."
I couldn't entrust my job to an egg, and I thought I could return the cuckoo to the cliff, and. Every time, every time, who thinks that nickname.
"That and this, thanks to the premature maiden!
"Yes, no, that's a theory of results..."
"Even so, because I'm sure the company is getting better thanks to Early Maiden!
"Oh well... that's right... Oh."
Even though I said I solved it, I guess Mr. Mio's heart still had a toge stab in it. You must have been relieved to find yourself rolling in a good direction, including after that.
"Thank you for waiting -! Mega Om Buckwheat and Four American Dogs!
I just got a soggy air, voice from behind me. I hear the swimsuit clerk delivered the item of the order.
"What?"
"Yep...?
"Tsuchiya or Murasaki? What's up?"
"Yes, excuse me from the side."
Through my side, I looked at the plates on the table and found out why Toya and Murasaki had solidified.
"It's cheaper to share, so I made it mega..."
"Shall I give it to you...?
The burnt aroma of the sauce makes the covered eggs more semi-ripe and yellow fun for the eyes. I'm pretty sure it's an appetizing omelet, though, for sure.
A lot.
Anyway, a lot.
Although I thought it was normal for this kind of sea house or something to come that punged me compared to the pictures on the menu. Why are they getting more than pictures?
Of all of us whose thoughts stopped, the most surprisingly returned to me was Murasaki.
"And let's just have it. Before it cools!
"Right! Yes, you liked Mio too, didn't you, Om buckwheat?"
"Ugh, yeah."
I served it on a plate and put it in front of Mr. Mio, and for some reason he stared at me upwards.
"Mr. Mio?
"Well, it looks so yummy... how many?
How many.
A question that doesn't make sense at first glance. But it means a lot to me and Mio. Based on the numbers I've memorized over the past two weeks, I turned my thumb up.
"It's exercise in the morning and it's extra safe!
Needless to say, it is a calorie calculation.
"Yes, I'll have it!
Oh, and when I took the chopsticks with a sounding smile, Mr. Mio carried Om by his mouth.
"Yummy, yummy, yummy"
"There's more, so you chew and eat often. There's also an American dog."
"Yeah!"
It was really only a small difference and it was out. I can't cloud this happy face.
When I get back to Tokyo, I think I'll buy some extra tofu.
"Come to the sea, movie?
"I think I'm good. I get sunburned even if I'm on the beach all the time."
"You're just fine because you wanted to take a meal break too.... I hope you're off."
After lunch, we decided we didn't have the strength to play on the beach. We were coming back to the inn.
I took out the Blu-ray that Mr. Mio had brought with me while I started the laptop that I brought with me to play music.
"This is it." Your pancreas, eat from the bottom or from the side ""
"What is that? What's a horror movie?
The package shows a man in a surgical coat standing in the dark.
"I lent it to you from a business partner. He's a movie lover, and he lent me a hidden masterpiece before this."
Hidden masterpiece. Indeed, it must be a masterpiece because "Boncurry of the Necromancer" shouted that much. As a horror movie.
As for Mr. Mio, I guess he brought it all the way because he wanted to see it in a small number of people.
"I like movies, too. Looking forward to it!"
As a senior, I'm a little heartbroken by Murasaki's excited face.
"Well, we'll regenerate -"
And ninety minutes later.
"Wow, Guzu..."
Mr. Mio was crying.
"Whoa, whoa...!!
Tsuchiya was crying too.
"I don't know...!
Murasaki was crying too.
"Gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu...!!
I was crying too.
I was alarmed.
Totally alarmed.
"How come your famous medical drama is anonymous...?
"Your pancreas, eat from the bottom or from the side". It was a medical thing, not a horror.
The story of a surgeon who begins to describe cutting a patient as' eating 'operates on a lover with pancreatic difficulties.
Put the scalpel in from the bottom or from the side. I can't help but cry over the way one of the protagonists suffers.
"You had a loneliness expressed in the package that others wouldn't even understand the difficulty of surgery...... What a pathetic genius..."
"But, but a miracle happens...!
"This is no miracle, Murasaki, whether Sensei's constant efforts and indomitable spirit split the paper weight......!!
"It's a reason. Either way. It's all that helped her......!
It consumed moisture unexpectedly, but it gave me a good rest.
I don't think I'll have to reschedule after the evening.
"Guru, what were you going to do after this?
"I have a barbecue reserved for the inn for dinner. That starts at seventeen o'clock, when it gets dark... Tsuchiya, you bought it right?
"Oh, of course."
"Are you okay with the place or something? They say there are many places off the coast these days..."
Murasaki looks anxious, but it doesn't pull out there.
I've been searching for a place to stay where space is well reserved for this.
"At night, it's fireworks!