From the Delta Station, about three jumps ahead. The long history of the manufacturing corp "Makina", which has been going on for three hundred years, at one of the relay points that make up the "Central/Inter-Delta Line", the aorta responsible for the logistics of the Empire, was just about to come to an end.
"Thank you. Now I finally... finally have a load of shoulders"
To the table, like a magnificent man bowing his head all the time rubbing. The figure was powerless and he was clearly exhausted.
"Oh, no. I don't know... that's why it's so convenient here."
"Oh, yeah. Keep your head up, please. All the more so when it comes to mutual gain."
Taro and Marr, who came for ex-post processing in the acquisition of the manufacturing company Makina, were prepared to be yelled at.
Makina was a peaceful company that manufactured maintenance parts for the station, and acquired them very cheaply in such a way as to insert them into the weakness. As Marr expected, there seemed to be some pretty tough stuff in Makina's management, and that was the body, such as a debt to the people, that was on the verge of losing its neck. The turbulent increase in purchasing values due to the Wind disturbance is responsible for the deterioration of management, a factor unrelated to the company's original productivity. That is, I bought it.
But if you open the lid, you'll see. What happened to the two of them was that they were panicking about unexpected events.
"" Hey, what are you gonna do, Taylor? It's so dark that I'm going to kill myself now. ""
"" No, no, no, not even on edge. I don't know what to do with this. It must be a complete operational mistake. ""
Two people talk to Hisohiso. Taro glances back at the intense intimidation he feels from behind. There's Bella's, standing in a ghostly shape she brought in just in case. Taro would have asked me to just stay there, but apparently he cares about "being her," and he's still putting that killing spirit into him.
(Thank you. That's too annoying, Mr. Bella. I'm scared.)
Anyone in the Galactic Empire would definitely know at a glance that she is a space mafia, Taro thinks. A tight suit designed based on military uniforms, a jacket just woven with feathers. Something that obviously seems to belong to a pistol is making the shirt have a unique swell.
"If you're going to sign a contract, don't do it. I don't know what's going on with Toko, and I don't want to know. We bought you up exactly as per the law. You know it's no use being a jerk now, right?
Bella, who rode out, politely. And sounds good, with her unique low voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Absolutely. If you have a job, the employees should do everything they can to work on it. Yeah, I promise."
Former president of Makina, keeping his eyes down and bowing his head over and over again. You just can't wait for Bella to say, "What's going on?" But he sends his gaze.
"Uh, really already, please raise your head, Mr. President. Oh, no, former president? Does this sound disgusting... uh, anyway. If you're going to make the right products to order, that's enough. I don't care how you use your spare productive power or anything like that."
If I can bow my head like this more than twice as much as I am older than I am, I am so sorry as a tarang ahead of me. Makina's former president finally looked up with a body like fear and said, "Free, are you?" and look strange.
"Yeah, well. Just because you bought it and became a subsidiary doesn't mean you're going to merge absorbed into Rising Sun. Use your management rights normally. I won't talk to you unless you do something weird."
From the point of view of Taro and Marr, the aspect that this acquisition is experimental is strong. If you run a large factory without even knowing the management know-how of the manufacturing industry, that would be the kind of business you would be left to run, and more importantly, you would be untouchable when you fail. That's why I don't intend to treat it appropriately, but the acquisition of Makina accounted for a lot of the Fujishi view for the future.
"Yes. Thank you. So just now, what do we make?
Finally my complexion is back, former President Makina. And Taro finally says, "Uh..."
"It's not at first sight peaceful, but you mean a tool for peace..."
"Ha, it's like a mystery. What is it? Is it an electric stick or something?
"Too bad!!
"Oh, did you"
"Of a large warhead weapon for onboard artillery, it's a shell!!
The face of former President Makina has hardened.
"After all, when it comes to carrying a company that's been around for 300 years, is the pressure also amazing?
"Right. I'm glad you didn't have to destroy the company."
Inside a high-speed moving vehicle in the station. Taro and Marl sitting opposite each other. The contents of the acquisition ended without any problems, and the two were headed to the pleasure zone to go somewhere to eat. The meeting ended earlier than planned, so I had time to spare.
"Blah, blah. If it were me, you'd have a hole in your stomach. If a company that lasts from generation to generation can crush it on its own behalf, even if it's not responsible, it's not half as stressful."
"Thinking about it, sure. There are a lot of co-ops in the empire that have been going on for over a thousand years, but how does it feel to run a company like that?
When they look up at the ceiling, which is never high, the time often passes silently. Taro never hated such time, but he was also certain that something was unsettling. Maybe it would have been a little better with Bella, but unfortunately she had gone back to Plum first.
"The... but that's it. When I told you I was going to make shells, you were surprised, Mr. President. Am I not able to do it equipmentally?
"Um, if you can't, I'd say that clearly. But you were strained. A new challenge."
"No, you were obviously just reopening that one"
Taro puts in a penetration with a bitter laugh. The conversation broke off again, yet another visiting silence. Taro starts to think about what's going on and the next topic, but there goes the correspondence from Alan. He just said he was helpful and connected it.
"" Sorry to interrupt your date, Taylor. The army wants to see you. The location is off the Delta system, and the time is noon the day after tomorrow. I don't think there's anything you can do, but just keep your mind on it. ""
"Thank you, Lord Taylor, for the valuable information you have provided to the Imperial Army. But when I heard from Alan, I thought it was you again."
Dean, Liza's brother, leaves staring into Taro's eyes.
"Haha, I already know enough bastards, too, so it would have been nice to reunite with an old woman or something if I could. Oh, is this a light nori and okay meeting?
"I don't mind," Dean said in Taro's voice. The same blonde hair as a short aligned Liza on a thin line body that doesn't look roughly military. Taro puts around saying that he is not a knockout and that he is probably a soldier going on an elite course.
"I wonder what the odds are that we'll have connections this way again in this broad galaxy. I'd like to calculate it once. By the way, I wonder if Liza's doing you any good."
Dean's voice, supposedly in his thirties, is not as calm and low as Skol's, and he feels like he can afford it from the way he put his hands together.
Taro circles his face and looks at the reception of Gray Arrow, the battleship owned by Dean's Imperial Army detachment. It is coloured with a variety of conditioning items, and it shows off its extravagance, which is very unlikely to be one of the warships' rooms. Conditioners such as shelves and tables are made of wood - surprisingly wooden!! - with fine bright decorations. The wire-fixed chandelier is slightly too flashy due to its taro sensibilities, but the fine glitter of the crystal is just as beautiful as it feels honestly beautiful.
"Wow... by the way, you're not more worried about me or me" being useful, are you, Mr. Dean? "
Keep looking up at the ceiling and tall. To make that point, Dean makes a laugh.
"That would be too humiliating, Lord Taylor. A cooperative relationship is made up of mutual interests. But it seems to be working. I'm relieved. The company seems to be growing a lot."
When Taro returns "quite a bit" to Dean, he recalls about the Union's transition.
Born on the road to the Alpha Station, TRB Union continues to trade with the Alpha system, a peripheral land detached from the centre, with unprecedented profits.
Taro's Pram escorts Liza's transport ship and spearheads its maps and warp calculations. Sister and brother Aljimov will then conduct market research and, at the same time, stabilise and master the surrounding star range. These were now turning very well, and the TRB Union had grown into a corporate community of more than a thousand people in total.
I have over 200 employees even if I try Rising Sun alone, the headquarters of the Delta system. He's making good profits with branches of the Alpha system. There has been a major problem with the explosive price increase of some prices, but we have managed to withstand it so far. My subsidiary, RS (Rising Sun) Makina, is going to do this, but I expect it will improve the constitution of the RS Group.
Taro's only concern was that Rising Sun was beginning to have a stronger side as a security company rather than as a transport company. So far, there has been no trouble with that, but the flow differs from the original purpose, which creates confusion. Few employees said they intended to work for a peaceful transport company but were on a battleship at some point.
"One day, the day may come when you will become an athlete with over 100 million employees. If that happens, should I consider a new job, too?
Shoulder to shoulder, Dean. I felt that Taro was probably meant to be a joke, but I couldn't tell if it really was, and I would stop laughing bitterly.
"Hehe, let's get down to business, not to mention the joke. Right... I want you to be honest with me."
Deen separates words and embarks on himself first.
"Where the hell are you from?"