The Economics of Prophecy

"Well, Noon's going for a walk…, he's going to deepen his thoughts with a walk. Don't forget your promise."

"I know, wise man."

Waiting for Fulsey to leave the room, the participants took their seats rattling.

There are five participants together in Lilka. Among the chambers of commerce bounced off by real estate surges, there are six restaurants for food and beverage relations. Five of them will have gathered. The two stores are big, albeit the same Kenwell. This is the power of rear filling. That's an unbridled ability for me.

It's my role to make these five members care about that. Participants in an enlarged laboratory, in a position of thought. Except the civilian specification under the uniform is splendidly fragmented.

As soon as the sage was gone, a guttering male student wore an allure on his desk. He is the son of the Dulgan Chamber of Commerce dealing with meat and a third grader. They say Duncan is independent. That's a gymnastics vibe.

The long-haired, skinny guy who is making hair without even looking at this one is also a third grader. Son of an independent chamber of commerce dealing with ingredients for confectionery called brown sugar or refined wheat called plura. Is it characterized by a shiny trick?

The girl who is horny in a seat like being pinched by the two of us is a classmate. I've only seen faces. What did I tell you? Of course not. She's the daughter of Belmini, who deals in vegetables. It's Kenwell's umbrella, as you can see from watching Lilka meticulously.

By the way, Lilka, daughter of the Tritt Chamber of Commerce, who deals with dairy products, does not respond to her classmates' rescue signals and sits quietly.

The last boy student sits quietly. Roston under the Kenwell umbrella dealing with rare fruits, cereals and other agricultural products. I can't even move to the look on my face.

Anyway, Lilka doesn't feel like anyone's happy to be here. I can't help it, everyone is a Silver Chamber of Commerce "Silver" trail or equivalent human being. Besides, he's a senior except for Lilka and Belmini.

"Thank you for coming together. Well, let me explain."

I greeted my hips low, thinking it wasn't going to be a glimmer. And immediately start writing an organization chart on the tablet. The content is the same as I explained to Lilka and the others the other day. Creating a shared food court in the courtyard and launching it in a temporary chamber of commerce stock method.

I explain, feeling the gaze of disbelief. Not a single person took a seat would be in each person's place rather than my ability to explain.

"I mean, all the chambers here fund it and create one on top. On top of that, you're going to fight the Grand Chamber of Commerce."

The butcher nodded to Unh-unh and then glanced at me.

"And you mean Vinder, you're the one who divides it. Wouldn't that be a good mechanism?"

The gym butcher showed his dog teeth and laughed. You're this kid that says you're better than me...

Of course, "good mechanism" would hang on "I'll divide it up". But while that's good, staying threatened is evidence of untrained.

"There are three Kenwellians. Daimyo, isn't the mastermind around Lilka? You can be a decoration. My parents are copper."

Said a third-grader who seemed nervous about the confectionery shop.

"Wow, I've given up already, and why would Lilka say that? But I knew I'd never heard of it this way, and I didn't..."

The vegetable shop's daughter sees Lilka. The other two gaze followed it. But Lilka doesn't respond. I need her to pretend to be neutral. It would suck if they thought I was working with Kenwell and using an independent system.

"When it comes to that suspicion, listen to what you actually make in the courtyard"

I took turns with Meer. Lilka waves to Meer to work hard. Isn't that neutral there......

"Describe specific figures for the number of seats available"

Meer explains the number and placement of seats. It was Dalgan who raised the voice of Howe to the information that Kenwell would provide the extra desk and chair. It was Prla who distorted her face wondering if she had seen it. Other than Lilka, the Kenwell system becomes a relief expression.

"This means that you can have eight tables in the courtyard for a minimum cost, a total of thirty-six seats. 7.2 seats per store. That's about half the seats you had last year when you normally used the classroom."

Preliminary investigations have been carried out. At the same time, they will think about how many seats they can have for themselves this year.

"However, given the declining vacancy rate, space like last year will be available."

While Meer explains it, I write eight tables arranged differently on the tablet. Also add a flow line with the vacant room in the school building.

"You say funny things. There are six participating chambers, including Vinder. The number of seats per location store is six."

"Right, that's suspicious to be treated fairly. If we run out of seats, what are we gonna do? If we make that a priority, we're not gonna put up with it."

Prla raised the numbers uncomfortably, and Dalgan tuned in. But I shook my head.

"Vinder doesn't sell anything in the food court. Undertake the management of the Holdings and receive only dividends according to the contribution. This should guarantee fairness."

"It's a fine thing to do. Then there's no benefit to you."

D'Argan stares at me with a stronger gaze than he just did. There are advantages. In view of my circumstances, it's a much more valuable advantage than taking a reputation at Shaoxian Festival. I won't tell you because it doesn't matter.

I present another ”fact”.

"To be clear, this is an annoying story for Vinder. I think you know I didn't intend to participate by not participating in the bid. It's like Calest and the student council harassed me. It is sufficient to fulfill the condition of leaving the store in the courtyard without breaking the profit."

"I guess it's true. I don't trust you very much."

"Then I ask the other way around, would it be beneficial for us to make money at the Sage Festival or appeal to aristocrats? Can copper catch the attention of the aristocrats and keep the business going afterwards?

"Oh, that's... Well, maybe it is."

"Well, you mean you know the minute. I can't refuse noble orders once they're taken. It's a nightmare that a lot of orders are coming in even though you can't prepare them."

Even in the original world, the market was robbed by the major players because the production could not catch up thanks to the one-off entry of the order. If I desperately responded, then demand disappeared and it crumbled due to overproduction. There are as many examples of that. The level of production adjustment and logistics in this world is even worse.

Well, not if we can fully deploy the power of beekeeping, but to do so, we must conclude investment negotiations with the Grand Duke. And I have to demonstrate the power of the Corporation to do that. That's what I'm hiding.

... Advertisement It's like we're doing it for the reputation of the nobility, or it's a little motivated.

Well, because there's no conflict of interest with the people on this scene. I won't tell you.

When this showed off the conservative technique of punching half the real deal, the two men finally began to think in silence.

"I got the story. To be honest, securing seats is a tricky advantage. The Holdings also means you're in charge, but capitally everyone has equal rights."

"It's unpleasant to have our delicate treats in a seat with savage meat dishes and plain vegetable dishes, though. I'm pretty sure we'll have to talk without a seat. Shit, Kalest has to be so impotent..."

"Said it was barbaric meat"

"Ya, vegetables aren't plain..."

If you think D'Argan finally cracked his belly, Prla stirs it around. Isn't Belmini your first statement?

"- I can agree," "I have no objection either. You can't just shut up and pull into Calest's tyranny in the first place."

Roston and Lilka said. Good. In this case, common enemies are the best allies. In fact, to Lilka's remarks, the Dalgans stopped arguing.

"But is it really okay to make such a big one in the courtyard? You've never heard of him, have you?

Dulcan said. The lack of precedent is certainly an element of anxiety. But this isn't what I put out.

"Open in the courtyard is the direct word of Hilda Student Chairman. I also have the forgiveness of His Highness Alfina, the keeper of the courtyard"

"Is that true?" "Copper with His Royal Highness..."

The room squirms. That's when the chatter opened. Isn't that the best time?

"Oh, were you still in a meeting? Hey, Sman, let me get the lecture material. Please wait, Princess."

Fulsey came back to the room with Alfina. In any case, it is said that I have come to teach the wise to study.

"Master Sage.... and, Your Highness!

Everyone gets up and drips their heads at the sudden appearance of the princess. Wow, I'm absolutely sure I'm a beat late.

The lowered head is twisted towards me. I just say what to do. My gaze pierces me.

"Dear Alfina, They're the candidates for the mock shop."

"Well, are these people opening stores in the courtyard? This is the first time I've played the role of director of Shaoxian Festival, because I'll do my best. Thank you very much."

The members nodded at Alfina's words. That's settled. I honestly don't mean to rely on Alfina, but given the time, I can't help it. He also asked me to say hello in as insignificant a way as possible because he asked me to do something.

"So what do you say we set up a mock store Holdings?"

Fulsey and Alfina with the antenna prototype leave the room, I said.

"Oh."

"Hung. I'll give you a ride."

"Because I don't have any other hands..."

"-Okay."

Four agree in their respective expressions.

"Then we'll be in the mood for the next bid. Kalest, what are you doing?"

Lilka takes the audio head. I responded with a face that the four of them had no choice. Good timing. I can't make this nori. Naturally, people who can't read the air can't create streams. I will not participate in the bidding.

"This little room on the boulder would have no competition."

"Well, it's not suitable for our sign, but I don't know what else to do"

"If it's a small store, the loss is minimal..."

The members start talking about bidding as they look at the schematics. This avoids me. The biggest difficulty was exceeded.

But on the contrary, this member is another lotus student. The available tenants on the ground floor won't be able to make seats no matter how much they are raised.

And that means they'll be responsible to me. My stomach hurts privately. Why am I supposed to be a copper sophomore? I forgive Calest and the Grand Duchess. Seriously, yeah.