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Chapter 225
Hashimoto Megumi —Lv ?? —Talent upon Contract Through the ‘Human Resources Department,’ you can recruit the necessary talent. It is recommended to appoint her as the head of the HR department. You can now send job postings to desired candidates. (NEW!) When I opened Megumi’s information window, I could see her potential increased.
‘You can send a job notice to the candidate you want…?’ I don’t know what it means exactly, but I have a feeling it’s an incredibly valuable skill, much like the Forced Reservation. So, I tried to persuade her even more forcefully, but she appeared skeptical of my offer. “I, it’s just that the offer came so suddenly.” Of course, the mind communication window was saying something entirely different. ‘Hashimoto Megumi (Non-Awakened)’ is eager to transition from being a self-employed business owner to a full-time employee. In ‘Hashimoto Megumi’s (Non-Awakened)’ heart, the voice saying “no more YOLO” is growing louder. Even with two homes, being a self-employed person is tough. As a fellow self-employed person, it was a sentiment I could fully empathize with. By the way, does it feel like mind communication becomes more refined as the level increases, or am I just imagining it? However, even though Megumi’s heart was shaking so much, there was a difficult point to approach. ‘Hashimoto Megumi (Non-Awakened)’ hesitates due to a sense of debt to her grandmother. ‘Hashimoto Megumi (Non-Awakened)’ needs time to consider. It was a matter of attachment to the pottery workshop. I heard that Hashimoto Megumi had no family or relatives other than her grandmother. Except for Takeshi, who runs the pottery workshop with her. “My grandmother raised me on her own. She was someone who took care of neighbors like family. I wanted to be like that too.” It seems that this person’s ‘good fortune with people’ and ‘talent management’ abilities were inherited from her grandmother. After all, it’s a place inherited from such a wonderful grandmother; even I would hesitate in that situation. I decided to give her some time and, while wrapping up the meeting, said to her. “Even if you don’t work with us, could you possibly supply the pottery sold at the workshop to the hotel? Of course, if you do decide to work with us, it would be great if you could supply it for disposal purposes as well.” I saw the pottery she sells on social media. They are cute yet simple, so it didn’t seem bad to use in the hotel. Fancy dishes can sometimes ruin the atmosphere of a hotel or look out of place, making them difficult to use. However, the pottery she sells is not flashy but simple with a touch of character. It enhances both the food served in it and the table setting and decor, rather than overshadowing them. “Yes?” “‘The pottery is excellent. It’s the kind of pottery that makes the food it holds stand out, rather than drawing attention to itself. Objects often reflect their creators, don’t they? I imagine Megumi’s grandmother was the same—someone who made whatever she did shine. She was likely someone who made those around her stand out more. I believe Megumi resembles her grandmother in this way and can be a great hiring manager because you’re like a good dish that holds people well.’” ‘Hashimoto Megumi (Non-Awakened)’’s trust in you increases by 120%. Megumi’s eyes trembled strongly. And at the same time— ‘Hashimoto Megumi (Non-Awakened)’’s potential increases. ‘Hashimoto Megumi (Non-Awakened)’’s potential for the ‘Job Posting’ increases in rank (from F to E). My desire for her has also grown stronger— I just got up from my seat. Originally, a strong appeal is followed by a must-have conclusion that feels a bit regretful. To leave a deeper aftertaste. “Then, the manager and I will take care of the tour today. I appreciate your willingness to help, but I think you’ll need to think about it on your own today. I’ll pay for the udon.” As I got up from my seat and left the udon restaurant, the manager shook her head at me. “Guilty human….” “Yes?” What are you talking about? “There’s something like that. I guess I fell for it too……!” “Huh?” “There’s a place near here that makes amazing pudding. Let’s go.” The manager linked arms with me as she spoke incomprehensibly. And she skillfully turned on the Google Map and started walking along the unfamiliar road without any obstacles. That day’s tour ended up feeling like an <automatic restaurant recommendation> with the manager, who had AI-level search capabilities. But before the week was over, I got a call from Megumi. I had a hunch. ‘This is a contract…!’ I went to the meeting place holding a contract with slightly upgraded wages and benefits compared to last time. The meeting place was the coffee shop on the first floor of Dungeon International. I gave her the secret drink I had brought from <It’s Here> 1st Branch, Yeongchun Hotel. Soft Marshmallow Hot Chocolate (E) —Your heart melts like a marshmallow in warm chocolate. —The psychological distance between you and me decreases by 80%. Although it was only an E-Class potion, since Megumi couldn’t drink coffee, I brought the drink that seemed most fitting for the situation among non-coffee options… “I, I’d like to make a contract. Boss. I would appreciate it if you could accept it!” …But? Megumi, who hadn’t even put the hot chocolate in her mouth, was the first to suggest a contract. I’m grateful, but right away like this?” Megumi seemed to notice my puzzled expression and briefly explained her change of heart. “Listening to the boss’ words reminded me of something. When I was young, my grandmother always said, ‘A dish is just a dish; it should not become more extravagant than what it holds.’ Perhaps the pottery workshop is like that dish, and what matters more to me is the ‘love from my grandmother’ contained within it. After I mentioned this, my husband said he would support me by running the pottery workshop. If it turns out to be too difficult on my own, he said he would consider hiring staff or even disposing of the business.” The pottery workshop was just a vessel containing her grandmother’s love. Those words warmed my heart. Even if the pottery workshop closes, the love of her grandmother will forever remain and resonate in her heart. I smiled gently and handed her the contract I had brought. “Thank you for making that decision. Then, please check the contract.” And after a while. Megumi, who had checked the contract terms, said with a slightly surprised look. “The terms are no different from those of a civil servant?” “Yes. Because you help out with the dungeon management.” “….!” Megumi’s eyes looked slightly moved. When hiring the manager, it seemed like everyone was approaching her with the great merit of employment stability and retirement benefits similar to those of a ‘civil servant.’ ‘Self-employed people have it tough…’ I watched Megumi sign the contract with those thoughts. The moment she picked up the pen and wrote her last name— Her eyes widened. “Huh…? This…!” Perhaps, is that…? I had expected it to some extent, so I immediately looked at the guest list. Hashimoto Megumi (HR Team Leader) (Awakening Level: F) Title: Vessel that Holds People Skill: Recruitment Notice (E) Stats: Stamina 10, Strength 5, Agility 14, Intelligence 16, Luck 21 As expected. As I expected, she awakened. So I asked her without any surprise. “Would you like to try posting a recruitment notice? We actually need a manager at Dungeon International.” * * * A famous 7-star hotel in Italy. Although a 7-star rating is not an official standard, only a very small number of hotels worldwide can hold the title of 7 stars. Customized service that remembers everything about the customer, the best room condition, and a head chef who serves dishes worthy of being tasted in a palace. To maintain such standards, it’s essential to have a top general manager who can coordinate and oversee talent in various departments, such as housekeeping, reservations, and food and beverage. Giovanni Cervantes. With 30 years of experience, the general manager Giovanni was just that kind of person. To memorize the names of all the guests who stayed in the hotel’s rooms, along with their preferences, personalities, professions, and dietary habits, so that every guest is called by name and every staff member is present in accordance with the guest’s movements… A person who demands. “‘You’re such an XX. Since you only think like that, you’re doing XXX for that XX. Oh my, Ilena, I told you it’s this way. What? The guest? The guest said that? It’s driving me crazy. You don’t even remember the name of the guest in Room 303 and just call them ‘guest’? Dr. Benedict. He’s a surgeon from the UK. That picky gentleman. The idiot who asked to remove the ‘egg’ from the eggs Benedict.’” Yeah. He really had a good memory. With a genius memory that allows him to remember just by glancing, a meticulous and sensitive personality, and— “‘Dr. Benedict, here are your eggs Benedict without the egg. There seems to have been a slight delay in serving. I sincerely apologize. As a token of our apology, I would like to give your daughter a cute monkey towel. Would that be alright?’” Split personality. Isn’t that guy’s success thanks to that split personality? Andrea, who just got fired after getting his joints slammed by that split personality idiot, took off his uniform and left, hurling Italian finger gestures at Giovanni. Ileana, who was serving, came out to comfort him. “Are you really going? You know Giovanni didn’t mean what he said when he told you to quit.” “It’s even more disgusting to be treated that way when it’s not even sincere. I can’t stand it, Ilena. Take care.” He could tolerate Giovanni’s verbal abuse. What he couldn’t stand more was Giovanni pretending to be an angel in front of the guests while talking behind their backs like a devil. After he mentioned that harassing guests was against professional ethics, he was kicked out with a severe blow to his shin. Now I’m really going to leave. He thought. When Andrea first entered this 7-star hotel after graduating from an academy specializing in hotel and tourism, he was filled with great dreams. The dream of becoming a great general manager like Giovanni. The dream of becoming a hotelier who provides flawless service to the guests. But there’s no way he could achieve those dreams here. He was sure. “What on earth are you going to do? There’s no job on the Italian peninsula that guarantees a better career than this. Even if it’s dirty and miserable, if you can just endure for another two years, Giovanni will write you a recommendation letter…” “I don’t want to get a letter of recommendation from that guy. I’d rather work at an inn in a rural town.” As long as I can treat my guests comfortably and sincerely, it doesn’t matter where it is. Andrea sincerely thought that and shook off Ilena’s hand and went outside. He closed his leather jacket in the chilly weather and messed up his hair. Ilena clicked her tongue as she watched Andrea’s back. “His face is so good-looking it could rival an actor’s… but anyway, he has no spirit.” The service industry was an extreme job everywhere in the world. It was impossible to find work ethics or self-fulfillment in a hotel. She turned around with that thought, and Andrea started wandering aimlessly through the streets of Milan. He took sips from a bottle of alcohol secretly stolen from the kitchen. “Hey, f*ck. I don’t know. I’ll figure it out!” He came out, pretending to be cool. Actually, Andrea was scared. He thought that his dream of becoming a hotelier that he had had since he was 15 would be shattered. In fact, in Milan, where many people want to work in the tourism industry just as much as in tourism hotels, there were not many places looking for inexperienced newcomers like Andrea who lacked proper experience. ‘There might not be a single hotel that would look for me among all these hotels.’ He felt depressed when he thought that. He really missed the warm south, and his father and grandfather who had warmly seen him off. “Father…Grandfather…I miss you…” Andrea crouched down on the bench and mumbled. Before his eyes, happy couples, tourists, and the beautiful architecture of Milan all seemed to shimmer and blur. Was it because of the alcohol? While he was thinking that, The waves in front of his eyes started to ripple even more, and then suddenly something flashed by. “Mhm…?” At the moment he rubbed his eyes in confusion. A large dog wearing a red bellboy hat looked up at him cutely while holding a red envelope in its mouth. ‘The face is cute, but the size is… a bit scary…?’ However, the bright eyes seemed to be telling him to take the envelope, so he picked it up. Dungeon International Hotel Inside the envelope with these words written in gold was this letter. Recruitment Notice. We are looking for a new manager to join Dungeon International! Right now, right now, we want you! Call anytime. +82 02-123-4567(Collect call) With an illustration of a black cat pointing at itself with its paw. “Huh…?” Dungeon…International…? I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere. Three minutes later. He took out his phone, searched diligently, and got up with wide eyes. Huh…?! International Hotel? And a branch of the famous Dungeon Hotel?! With trembling hands, he dialed the number written at the end of the paper. Hello! 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