I can't even say there's a sense of unity in flattery, a space station like a gathering.
But it was more gigantic than any of the nearby universe, floating around countless ships and tons of containers, holding firmly three cables connecting them to the ground. Containers that conveyed the cables were still being transported from the planet, and countless working ships were working to transport them to a predetermined evacuation space.
"Look, Dad! It's our container!
In a bar-shaped viewing room extending from the space station, a boy shouted at the window and pressed his face as if this were still the case.
"Hmm. Forty-nine percent of all the containers we have here now use our products. Isn't that all ours around there?
Looking out the window over the boy's head, a man said.
The man's name is Johnny G. Wells VIII. He was the CEO of Johnny and Virgin Corporation, where he recently decided to partner with Rising Sun in business, and the father of the boy in front of him - naturally IX.
"Why not all of it?
Says my son, who looked back. Wells appropriately tried to tease him that he would have no choice but to tell a difficult story, but he looked at his son's face for a while before rethinking his thoughts. My son was about to reach 80,000 hours old and it might have been a good time to talk about that.
"Public Objects Antitrust Law...... uh, we all have a decision to make what we all use. If we all compete, we can make better things, right? Conversely, if it's just a small company, I'm lazy enough to stop working. There's no rivals."
"But Dad wouldn't do that, would he?
"Ha, right. But some people don't."
As Wells flexed, he sneezed and stroked his son's head with the same chestnut hair as himself.
"Look, John. Doing business means trusting each other. Whether it's a customer or a company. And to get them to trust you, you have to first try to act trustworthy. The first step is to keep the decision. Remember that, right? And when you get a chance, make sure you grab it."
Don't defy the powerful. Keep the rules. Don't miss the opportunity. These three points were what Wells himself has now been told to tease his late predecessor, Johnny. Wells had intended to protect it, and he would continue to do so.
"Yeah, okay. That decision was made by the Empire?
"No, it's not. It was a company called Rising Sun that made it. It's the greatest company around here. This station belongs to that company, too, right?
"Really... the number one thing is bigger than our company?
"No, you're much smaller now. But in the near future, there will be no bigger or smaller, and Dad's company and the company there will be one. Hard to say, it's a corporate merger."
Johnny and Virgin is a medium-sized steel company that has been around for a long time, and the size of the company is commensurately large. Especially with the recent surge in demand for battleships, the performance has been a noose climb. Even as it stands, the size of the company was greater than that of Rising Sun, and, normally, it could not have been possible, for example, to merge in the form of absorption on the Rising Sun side.
"You have no idea what's going to happen... whether we should curse the God of Destiny"
Wells looked at the poster on the wall as he circled his neck. There's a "I just have to ride, on this big wave!" along with a refreshing grin on the face of the RS Alliance representative.
"Planet New York specialties could drive away your company's main merchandise"
Words said by RS Alliance representatives in a recent discussion in the Delta system. Wells initially laughed it off as some kind of joke, but it was no longer a laugh since he actually visited Planet New York. There was actually an unlikely event in the fantasy novel world where quality armor plates fell as much as they could. Wells' company dominated the sale of armoured plates for ships, and it seemed certain that it would take a fatal blow. There are no wins at all in price competition and the quality is quite high.
Of course, Wells had the option of surviving the company in sectors other than armoured plates. The size of the company will have to be reduced, but without armoured plates it does not mean that it will have an immediate deficit. Alternatively, there is the hand of heading for a distant system off the sales path of Rising Sun. If only to survive the company, there were as many ways.
"Mergers after business partnerships are already a matter of decision. Don't hesitate to offer me enough retirement money for those who wish to retire. New heavens and earth are in the middle of outer space, and how about the way it's always been. But if anyone can think of it as interesting to be at the head of an emerging alliance, come with me."
But that's what Wells said, and he didn't hesitate to build a company organisation system. The merger with a small business, which I didn't know very well, was a behavior that might have touched my mind from the side, but Wells decided to believe the one he had as his own manager. Many employees seemed to consider Rising Sun to be the use of Reapers, but Wells felt rather the opposite. He saw this as an opportunity.
"You could have sold counter-products without saying anything and kicked us out of the market in no time. That's the kind of company that comes all the way out here to pre-report it, right? People like you a lot. Are there any other interesting companies like this?
Wells explained the rationale for the investigation to the employees who decided to come with him. The title Rising Sun J AV Development Director may be inferior to that of a CEO, but Wells didn't think it was a good idea, he thought, to be much more foiled than the president of a company with 10,000. In addition, it may be possible to add to the merger terms that some non-public shares will be held.
"This is gonna be fun."
Wells, the root gambler, said so and nodded his tongue. When he coughed to delude his son as he looked up with a strange face, he began to think of a list of acquaintances who seemed to come with him to the land.
Good morning, Mr. President.
"Good morning, President Taylor."
"Good morning!! President!!"
Planet Newk is a voice emanating from face-to-face employees in Laddertop's office. Though satisfied with the face of the motivated employee, Taro said with a little confusion, "Oh, oh, yes. Oh yes," he returned.
"Oh Taylor, you're unusually quick. Could something have happened today?
Voices from behind. Looking back at it, there's Marl with a bunch of chips in his hand.
"Hmm, you have a pioneering group meeting after noon, right? And I thought I'd put a little face on it. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Approaching a nearby window, Taro overlooks the gray planet. Thick sandstorms and a dusty atmosphere create a monochromatic boring looking Newk.
- "Access: Window 226 Overlay: Building" -
Taro performed the desired function when accessing the window interface with BISHOP. Then the shade of the planet visible through the window changed and switched to an indication simulating the state of the planet Newk, where no atmosphere existed.
"Wow, you're already so big. Is that the sixth colony?
Next to Taro, Marr glanced into the window and said. The surface of the planet New York, which is depicted by a window with a display function, reflected several artificial buildings that extend radially like ice crystals.
"Huh? Sixth? No, no, we only had till the fourth when we saw it last time. You got two more in the month you were away?
"You will. Sixth, it's easy to defend locally, so he said it would be a pretty big colony."
"Seriously... I knew it wasn't half the time to concentrate on investing."
The development of Planet Newk, with the full support of the Alliance, was to proceed at a rate that greatly exceeded Taro's imagination.
Originally an RS alliance with a head in the armoured plate sales channel, it was supposed to be solved through an amazing merger between Johnny and Virgin and Rising Sun. Initially, people in the economy sent a chilling glance that he was a fool for acting out of Johnny and Virgin's regular tracks, but that had now turned into an enviable glance as well. Wells, JAV, acquired 10% stake in Rising Sun, a non-public stock, through a company transfer, which turned from a corporate owner to a shareholder in Alliance Stop. Taronda had some anxiety about owning the stock even though there were few outside people, but the huge capital and sales channels had an extra attraction to make up for it.
And Micro Additional Armor Plate, a new product processed by Rising Sun J AV Development Department that knocked out explosive sales of Planet New York's specialties, had come to the point where it could recover the investment it had made in planetary development within no more. The demand for armoured plates continued to grow as a result of the wind crisis, and micro-additional armoured plates that could be installed in all types of ships and in all locations created a very high popularity. Armoured plates that are too small for a huge hull called a spaceship are commonly a relatively expensive commodity because of the laborious production, and the cheap price competition offered by Rising Sun is unbeatable! - Micro additional armoured plates quickly swept the nearby market. That, of course, also brought enormous benefits to Wells individuals in the form of shareholder dividends.
"Good morning, Mr. President. Thanks again today!
Greetings from behind. Taro nodded vaguely at the employee, the voice lord, as he turned away from his gaze from the window.
"What's wrong with you? You're not well. Are you feeling any worse?
You must have wondered what was going on somewhere up there, Marl peeking in worried. When Taro shook "No" or something, he turned his gaze to the back of the office where the employee disappeared.
"Blah, I don't know who that is right now. Oh, no, it's not what you want right now. You hardly know who it is. Too many people."
"Uh, that's the thing. Well, sure. In just three months, the number of employees has almost quadrupled, and there's no need to."
"Aren't you? Are you okay with this? You're at a strange pace about everything. You know what I'm talking about?
"Half of the increase is in JAV employees, and I wonder if it's ok for now. The management came with us."
"Maybe, but there's 50,000 of us at once, right? When you have a face you don't know, you feel like you're in a different company."
"Haha, sure. But we should settle down after a while, and maybe we'll have enough time to organize. With the exception of Wind, the surroundings are peaceful."
Leaning against the window wall, Marl grins with dust. "Well," Taro muttered, thinking about the current situation in which the alliance was placed.
Indeed, Marr was right, the perimeter of the RS Alliance territory was very calm. Instead, everywhere was too busy restructuring the organization to afford to expand around it. Dingo, EAP, and RS were busy digesting the pie called the cut old Enzio territory.
"Newk is as you can see, and there's only one problem that seems problematic..."
In just three months from the Ladderbase offensive to the present, most NASA humans had already begun to live in colonies on the ground. Sometimes the wine that seemed to survive underground threatened people's safety from time to time, but it was very sporadic. Each colony had a large, drive-particle ECM device installed in the central tower as a defense, but that never happened as it was used.
The gathering of information about the planet was organized by a huge force exploration unit led by Heinline, the director of food development, and this one was going to achieve a lot. Although no items, etc. directly related to the Earth have yet been found, many relics of the past have been found on behalf of older maps, and diminutive search points are beginning to be refined. The artifact was being analyzed by a research team focused on Dr. Aljimov, and what seemed to be worth more than a certain amount of it was a mechanism to come up to Taran.
There was the point that many NASA humans were outsiders when it came to the problem that seemed to be in Planet New York and the existence of computer winds, but that didn't mean that it had to be solved now. The NASA people understood what it was like to be an outsider, and few wanted to go out into space. Conversely, there were countless Allied humans who wanted to go down to Planet Newk, but they could be easily managed. Unlike Earth, there is no environment outside the colony where humans can live, and no human being can sneak in on a planetary descent boat. And when that happened, it was enough to monitor the access in and out of the orbital satellite elevator. At the same time, it will also be a measure against computer-wind.
"Peace, or... I don't think it's been a long time"
Alpha System Defense Battle, Enzio Battle, and Planet Newk Defense Battle. When I thought of the days of battle that had gone on since I stepped into outer space to this day, I strongly realized what a noble thing peace was. I know a lot has been gained, but a lot has been lost.
"Right. But that's why let's take care of it."
That's what I say and a gentle grin on Marl. Taro nodded that he totally agreed.
But even if they wanted peace,
Or even if all humans wanted it,
No one knew how long that would be given, etc.
Unfortunately, this was outer space.