The process was far from smooth, but I managed to create a path to recruit Hagets.
"Now then, I'll explain the working conditions you're all interested in. Listen carefully."
"Yes, boss!"
"Your pronunciation is excellent."
It was a strange sight: Verocchio and his n, all kneeling formally, backs straight, eyes intense, listening to with desperate focus. Their resolve, standing at the threshold of their fetishes being fulfilled, was remarkable.
Their gazes were piercing, as if they wouldn't allow a single blink.
Even if their desires were satisfied, no one wants to work in a black company.
"Alright, here's the explanation."
Let briefly describe the working conditions of Freihait's proud情报 organization, the Entertainers.
First, the job:情報 gathering and counter-intelligence. Sotis, when we're short on combat power, they join in.
But broadly, they gather情報, and if there's trouble during counter-intelligence, they compile it into a report.
The leaders—Judeus, Shalia, and squad leaders—adjust work hours based on operational needs.
"So far, so good?"
"Yes, sir!"
Why am I explaining it like this? Because news of Verocchio's incredible job offer spread through Hagets instantly, and now I'm explaining the conditions to anyone free.
I won't ntion Judeus or Shalia by na, and I'll keep secrets. But I'll honestly explain the work and the duty system.
"Boss, does this an we're joining your organization?"
Verocchio had tried to fix "Master" as my title. I stopped writing on the blackboard and faced him.
"Not 'joining.' Your organization, Hagets, will integrate with the Entertainers. Your people might have concerns, but I expect them to adapt."
Hagets will be absorbed. There are more of them, but training will fix that.
"Verocchio and the executives will train, then be assigned as executive candidates. Others may also be promoted if they perform well."
Relegating experienced managers to the bottom would be inefficient. So优待 is necessary.
"Executive candidates will have more responsibility, but also better pay. Do your best."
"How much pay, exactly?"
Of course, they care about money. It might be rude to ask, but they can't decide without knowing.
"Well, for regular field agents, with hazard and night pay, about 8,000 zenni a month."
"8,000 zenni!?"
"That's low? And it's monthly."
"Monthly!?"
"You harmonize well."
So stories throw around ridiculous numbers like millions a month. Paying all my agents that would bankrupt . Even so, it's over ten million yen a year—about 800,000 yen monthly. Net. No taxes or rent deducted.
That's high inco in this world.
"That's not low at all. Just tell us what to do, boss!"
"You're really good at harmonizing long phrases."
情报 gathering is dangerous and tedious, so pay is high. But that alone isn't enough. I add benefits. Housing, food, utilities, equipnt. Free dical care. Their pay is theirs to spend.
"Executives get about 50% more. Candidates get 20-30% more."
Promotion ans more pay. Our inco can handle it.
"Any questions about pay?"
"No, boss!"
Knowing this applied to them, their backs straightened even more.
"Good. Next, the port town you really want to hear about."
Pay alone won't hook these n. What they truly want is a port town's entertainnt district. Fulfilling their desires.
"Kidnapping and human trafficking are forbidden. Lying about working conditions is also forbidden. The won there are residents and workers. Treat them as equals. This is absolute."
In this world, most won in entertainnt districts enter because they're desperate. Or their parents were in the business.
So likely enter for darker reasons.
"Boss, is buying a woman who sells herself allowed?"
"Yes. You're worried about human trafficking. Our town considers it this way: she incurs debt, but with fair pay, good working conditions, a healthy environnt, and a plan to repay the debt, she can aim for freedom."
We don't ban selling oneself. It's a form of rescue. But no direct buying. No forcing debt.
"Interest rates for these won will be low. Those who want to leave the district will get job placent and support for independence."
This kind of work can't be done for long. So long-lived races like elves or dwarves could, but most can't.
"Any objections?"
"Boss, question."
"What?"
"Does this support include our work?"
"Partly. Hygiene, work environnt managent, dealing with custors. Your main job. You're keeping won you like. Do your part."
"No problem there."
One of Verocchio's n raised his hand. Not a Nad character.
"But that would make every shop high-class. The kind nobles go to."
"Good. Aim for that."
"Seriously?"
"Of course."
The entertainnt district in their minds probably operates in terrible conditions. Won struggling, barely surviving. Only a few live glamorously.
"Spend as much as you want. Improve the won's environnt. Their smiles will increase. Their charm will shine. Don't make won who are easy to reach. Create won who are hard to reach. Captivating."
So say just let them live normally. But so won can only survive in that world.
"Then n will co naturally. And—"
n are also healed by those won. Banning this outright often worsens治安. Demand doesn't disappear.
"Won are more attractive when they're radiant, aren't they?"
There's demand for it as a biological fact. Calling it vulgar and banning it emotionally has never worked.
"Yes, sir!"
"Don't worry about money. As long as you produce results, I'll manage. Operating at a loss? Fine. I'll generate enough profit elsewhere to cover it."
"Whoa!"
So I'll build a system to manage it healthily. Easier to control. Better for ntal hygiene.
The problem is usually budget. But I won't have that issue anyti soon. Or I can fix it before it becos one.
With my support, a district with complete dical care, top hygiene, full food/clothing/shelter, and beauty facilities will be born.
"Boss, when will this town be ready? We can't wait ten years."
"At most five. If there are multiple problems. If you gain strength and cooperate—"
They want to know the tiline. Reasonable. I grin at Verocchio, who doubts such a port town can be built. I raise a finger.
"One year. I promise to build the town and start recruiting won within a year. Not a verbal promise. A contract with the gods at the temple."
I raise my hand.
"So lend your strength. I need you."
"Hahaha! Yes, boss! From this mont, I serve you. I'll give it my all! Right!?"
"OOOOOH!"
My promise seed to ignite them. They stand. Raise their arms.
"Boss, what about this town?"
"Abandoning it for another organization is a pain. I'll train you all quickly. Keep this town running with minimal people. Your second base."
"How?"
"I'll explain in my town. Relax. You'll see things you've never seen."
The mont the情報 gathering group joins . Contract. Leveling. They'll match the Entertainers. Maybe surpass them in so areas.
"Go easy on us, boss."
"What, Verocchio? Putting your rmaid dream on hold?"
"My mistake. Go all out, boss."
"Got it."
I offer my fist. He bumps it with his larger one.
"Now. Pick who's moving. Verocchio is confird. Choose enough to keep this town running smoothly."
"Got it. One hour. I'll arrange carriages."
"I have maps and tokens. Bring them to my town. I'll prepare a welco."
"Understood."
This should ease Judeus and the others' burden. Stronger counter-intelligence ans more possibilities.
"Now I need to convince the won. With Claudia's help."
But I know the cost. More work later.
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