Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland's crooked smile is actually quite annoying.

Although the person himself is still very good-looking, the crooked mouth is too exaggerated, giving him a funny or quirky appearance.

Dura's lips twitched; she was somewhat reluctant to praise Roland.

However, the Grey Gold family values ​​pragmatism, and Roland's ideas for renovating the Rotating Golden Sparrow are indeed worth learning from for the Grey Gold family's merchants.

So, Durra earnestly reached out and patted Roland on the shoulder, just as she usually did when encouraging her employees.

However, due to her short stature, her hand instinctively reached out and only patted Roland's buttocks.

The smooth texture and fleshy elasticity of the fabric entered her hands, causing her expression to stiffen slightly.

However, being a woman who had seen many grand occasions, the gray-gold lady quickly regained her composure and continued to praise her as if nothing had happened.

"The layout and decoration are novel and practical. You do indeed have the talent and ability to run a business, just as Sissia said. You have lived up to her persistence and expectations."

Upon hearing this, Sissia behind him immediately chuckled, as if the words "perfect resume" had already appeared before her eyes.

Now that Spinning Sparrow has immense potential, her past investment failures can probably be wiped clean.

As she laughed, Sissia glanced gratefully at Roland's backside, suppressing her laughter so as not to disrupt Roland's communication with the young lady.

On the other side, when Roland heard Dura's praise, she smiled and prepared to say a few words of modesty.

Suddenly, Dura frowned and pointed to a corner of the tavern.

"However, there are still problems."

"I can't find any fault with your business management, but I have to say something about your personnel management."

Do I have any management issues?

A great deal of doubt arose in Roland's mind, and she looked in the direction Dura pointed.

In a corner of the tavern, there is a small staff break area separated by vines and purifying moss.

The rest area, located near the rock face, is a newly expanded area. It lacks floor-to-ceiling windows and is quite far from the kitchen, so Roland simply set up a cozy sofa rest area.

There is currently a succubus waitress and a fox girl waitress sitting inside.

They shared food while reading their books, creating a serene and beautiful scene.

After Roland looked over, Dura revealed her reasons for questioning.

"Lola, are you condoning your employees' laziness?"

"Slacking off?" Roland waved her hand. "They're on break now, so it's not considered slacking off."

Unexpectedly, these words acted like a key, unlocking Dura's floodgates of conversation, and the once aloof dwarf princess suddenly launched into a torrent of words.

She held the business report submitted by Roland, her small mouth opening and closing rapidly.

"Miss Laura, I've carefully reviewed your business report. Let me remind you, you're here to do business, not charity!"

"Leaving aside this rest area that takes up valuable space, let's talk about that outrageous ten-hour workday and all-inclusive room and board."

"You even plan to build houses for your staff behind the tavern! Do you know how high the construction costs are? This will only increase operating costs for no reason, and you're just wasting those precious gold coins on them!"

Dura spoke very quickly, and it took Roland a few seconds to fully hear her.

However, after hearing this, Roland immediately smiled and shook her finger.

"Young Miss, I think you don't understand at all."

"Understand?"

Dura felt that Roland's smile was somewhat lewd, so she slightly increased the distance by a hand and became wary.

"What do you know?"

"Of course, it's the concept of operating a themed restaurant."

Roland also pointed her finger down to the rest area in the corner downstairs, just like Dura had done.

"Let's talk about this rest area first. Miss, do you really think this rest area is just a waste of space and money?"

"Otherwise, the decorations are too elaborate. If you really want to do charity, just let them rest in the warehouse for a while, that will be enough."

Dura crossed her arms and said.

Roland waved her hand.

"That's the limitation in your thinking, Miss. Our Spinning Sparrow is a very popular business, and our customers include nobles from the upper city. They have extremely high requirements for the appearance and service of our staff. A high-quality rest environment helps our employees recover and maintain an enthusiastic attitude and a sweet smile."

"The same applies to the ten-hour workday. Miss, you've never been a maid... no, a waitress, so you naturally don't understand the energy it takes. If everyone isn't given enough rest, work efficiency will plummet..."

"Moreover, the rest area of ​​the tavern serves more than just a place to rest."

At this point, Roland suddenly stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked her lips, her tone becoming mysterious.

Dura's curiosity was piqued, and although she didn't want to engage with Roland's words, she still cooperated and asked further questions.

"What other little tricks did you pull?"

"Of course, it's just a succubus's little trick."

Roland raised her chin, gesturing for Dura to look down.

In the cozy and comfortable rest area, another succubus, having finished her work, joined the ranks of those taking a break.

Two succubi sandwiched the fox girl between them, their black and white stockings casually overlapping, resembling a delicious Oreo.

They used to be the hardest-working oxen and horses in the downtown area. After joining the Rotating Golden Sparrow, perhaps because of the abundant food and the conscientious work intensity, their figures became more and more graceful and plump, and their appearance also gradually improved.

Their faces radiated genuine smiles, their pure vitality bursting forth, and their innate racial gifts continuously exuded charm.

The stunning scene made many customers unable to resist taking a sneaky look, and they felt their mouths dry and their appetites greatly increased, significantly increasing the rate at which they consumed alcohol and food.

Durra: "..."

Seeing that Dura was silent, Roland happily flicked her heart-shaped tail.

"Look, young lady, this is how to make good use of an employee's talent."

"Hmph, that's typical succubus thinking, all about fancy tricks and gimmicks."

Dura turned her face away, her tone somewhat complicated.

"So what's this about planning to build a house?"

"The houses? They should be called staff dormitories. They're four-person rooms with bunk beds and basic bathroom facilities. The cost isn't as high as you might think."

Without realizing it, Roland's tone had returned to the way it had when she taught the little white elf saintess Serandil, treating Dura as a student.

"Miss, think about it. With nearby employee dormitories, employees' commuting time will be greatly reduced, which will not only preserve their energy to devote to work and improve work efficiency, but also allow me to reduce wage costs."

"High-quality living conditions can also improve employee happiness and sense of belonging, and improve employee health. Who doesn't love an energetic little guy, right?"

"Furthermore, the time saved by the dormitory for the employees can be used to train them, let them learn magic and knowledge. In the future, as your business grows bigger and stronger, they will be the most trustworthy senior employees."

Roland paused for a moment, recalling the dishearteningly low quality of the employees at the very beginning of the Roland Group in the imperial capital.

The commoners recruited in the imperial capital were either physically weak, illiterate, or had absolutely no magical potential.

Compared to the laborers of Black Iron City, it's like "showing off a giant eagle in front of a dragon, or flaunting one's charms in front of a succubus."

After expressing her feelings, she continued to explain.

"Young Miss, in your eyes, they are just the lowest-level peasant laborers in Black Iron City."

"But in my eyes, they are talented people who have persevered through the brutal competition. They are hardworking, good at learning, and most importantly, they have suffered so much, so they are also particularly grateful."

After speaking, Roland smiled slightly and silently added in her heart.

Of course, they are grateful to me.

No, it's not you, Miss Durla.