Chapter 32
MIINAN MATTMA KINGDOM

“Hey. You finally awake?”

Usinomics opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was not the ceiling.

It was a panda.

A large, fluffy panda wearing an immaculate executive suit sat across from him in a high-rise office, holding a white mug with both paws. Beyond the glass walls, the night skyline shimmered like a field of electric stars.

The panda smiled gently.

“Your sweets, Usinomics, have an unusually high probability of healing people the moment they enter the mouth.”

Usinomics blinked.

Then he smiled.

“Thank you.”

The panda section chief nodded, pleased.

“Now then,” he said, setting down his cup of warm milk. “About your store, Moo66. How would you feel about forming a partnership with our company?”

Usinomics sat straighter.

The panda continued.

“A fifty-fifty split sounds fair. As for the initial operating capital, our company will cover it.”

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Usinomics looked at the documents on the table, the laptop glowing beside him, and the city lights beyond the windows.

Then he answered carefully.

“When I first built Moo66, I imagined it as a gas station. But times have changed. Eco cars and electric vehicles have become the standard now. A traditional gas station would no longer bring in stable revenue. If I expanded it carelessly, it would become a loss.”

The panda listened without interrupting.

“So,” Usinomics continued, “I’ve begun transforming Moo66 into something closer to a modern parking area. A place with food, lodging, rest spaces, and comfort. Not just a stop for fuel, but a place where visitors can recover.”

The panda section chief slowly nodded.

Then he lifted his mug and took a calm sip of warm milk.

“That is perfectly fine,” he said. “Do it your way.”

At that moment, the conference room doors opened.

An orangutan director entered, carrying a mountain of documents so high that Usinomics almost could not see his face.

“Please review these materials,” the orangutan said politely. “They include estimates, construction ranges, operating conditions, and projected business development. And if anything is unclear, please ask the gorilla chief over there.”

Beside the window, a massive gorilla in a dark suit operated a computer with one hand while holding a coffee mug with the other.

His voice was deep.

Low.

Like a contrabass echoing through a theater.

“Ask me anything.”

Behind him, a chimpanzee employee glanced toward Usinomics and gave a small, respectful bow.

Usinomics looked down at the stack of papers.

There were contracts.

Forecasts.

Charts.

Diagrams.

Partnership clauses.

Construction budgets.

Profit simulations.

He turned one page.

Then another.

Then another.

“…Maybe I should have studied a little more,” he muttered. “This is difficult.”

Before he could finish reading, the lights dimmed.

A holographic screen appeared in the center of the room.

The presentation had already begun.

The gorilla chief stood.

“Within MIINAN MATTMA KINGDOM,” he said, “there exists a nation that has not yet officially opened its borders. Our kingdom remains protected under the authority of MIINAN MATTMA KINGDOM. Because of that, our construction range is currently limited.”

The hologram shifted.

A map appeared.

Then a glowing outline of Moo66.

“However,” the gorilla continued, “through a joint merger with Usinomics, administrator of Moo66, we expect major growth. Our company’s performance model suggests that this partnership may become a significant economic engine.”

He turned to the chimpanzee employee.

“Now, our chimpanzee representative will explain the projected development plan.”

The chimpanzee stepped forward with remarkable confidence.

Behind him, holographic graphs rose into the air.

Revenue curves.

Visitor forecasts.

Hotel occupancy rates.

Food-service demand.

Parking-area expansion models.

The chimpanzee spoke clearly, smoothly, and with impressive precision.

Usinomics listened in silence.

Beside the presenter, another chimpanzee employee stood perfectly still, holding a red gift box wrapped with a gold ribbon. He waited with flawless posture, ready for his cue.

The presentation continued.

Moo66 would become more than a shop.

It would become a gateway.

A rest station.

A diplomatic business point.

A place where travelers, workers, and visitors from multiple kingdoms could gather.

A place where sweets, warm drinks, parking facilities, lodging, and hospitality would become the foundation of a new economic relationship.

When the presentation finally ended, the chimpanzee presenter smiled.

“This is a greeting gift from our company,” he said. “It is not a mere promotional item. It is a custom-made product prepared specifically for you.”

The chimpanzee holding the gift box stepped forward and presented it with both hands.

Usinomics accepted it carefully.

The panda section chief smiled.

The orangutan director smiled.

The gorilla chief smiled.

The chimpanzee employees smiled.

For the first time since waking up in that strange executive office, Usinomics felt the tension in his shoulders ease.

“Thank you,” he said.

The panda nodded.

“We look forward to Moo66’s future.”

Later, as Usinomics prepared to leave, three Japanese macaque sales representatives were waiting near the entrance.

They stood in perfect formation.

Then, all at once, they bowed deeply.

“Thank you very much for coming all this way! We sincerely appreciate your continued support of our company!”

Usinomics returned the bow.

“Likewise,” he said. “I look forward to working with you.”

The elevator doors opened.

Usinomics stepped inside.

As the doors slowly closed, he looked once more at the glowing office floor, the animal executives, the holographic charts, and the gift box in his arms.

Moo66 had started as a simple idea.

A gas station.

A diner.

A strange little place without a toilet.

But now—

it was becoming something larger.

A business.

A partnership.

A bridge between kingdoms.

The elevator began to descend through the shining tower of MIINAN MATTMA KINGDOM.

And somewhere far below, the future of Moo66 was already waiting.

To Be Continued…