Konoha: Reforge the glory of Uchiha!

Kakuzu's hands trembled slightly, and his heart pounded. He had only skimmed the secret book given by White Fang and hadn't fully grasped it yet.

What if he lost money by acting rashly?

This old-school ninja, whose history dates back to the era of Senju Hashirama, was struggling internally. Traditional thinking still constrained him, and he remained skeptical and distrustful of such emerging trends.

The price of pig iron rose every minute and second. People around him rushed to throw money into it without even understanding what futures were, and they were already starting to profit.

Kakuzu sneered at these people. Master White Fang's book described them in detail, using a vivid term to depict them.

Leeks!

They were like leeks, cut again and again.

Kakuzu watched as more and more people entered the futures market with eager eyes. The number of leeks entering the market had doubled since yesterday.

Now that these leeks were making money, he was still hesitating!

It's time to take action; he could buy a little to test the waters!

"I want to buy one hundred thousand ryo!"

Kakuzu left his seat, squeezed through the line, and directly chose to cut in!

Queue?

If he waited another second, the cost of buying futures would increase. The person whose line he cut was about to curse, but was silenced by Kakuzu's glare.

"Yes, sir."

The transaction was completed in a minute or two, and a beautiful card was exchanged into Kakuzu's hand.

When his fingers touched the card, there was a special sensation, which felt strangely comforting.

A moment after Kakuzu got the card, his heart inexplicably raced, as if he had returned to the day he first became a ninja, and a strange feeling of fear emerged.

What if the price falls right after he entered the market?

Kakuzu subconsciously looked up at the price of pig iron, which was still slowly rising.

Phew.

Kakuzu relaxed slightly and returned to his original seat. He had planned to continue his bounty mission, but now he was too preoccupied to work.

His mind was consumed by the price of pig iron.

For the entire afternoon, Kakuzu did nothing, his dark green eyes fixed on the slowly rising prices.

One afternoon passed, and the price of pig iron increased by three levels. Even Uchiha Nan would be surprised by this price. The rate of increase had exceeded Uchiha Nan's control.

Uchiha Kusu had originally intended only to cut off the funds of big nobles and business magnates, but now even ordinary people were getting involved, which was beyond Uchiha Kusu's expectations.

Half a day passed

"Grumble."

Kakuzu's stomach began to protest. Although Kakuzu's body had been transformed by Ji Yu, he still had to eat on schedule.

The evening sun shone on Kakuzu's face, and he couldn't help but sigh at how fast time had passed. The price at which he bought had actually risen by three levels!

Thirty thousand ryo?

Earning money so easily!

Master White Fang said in his book that making money is as easy as breathing, and now Kakuzu understood what that meant!

He realized he had underestimated the wisdom. He didn't take it seriously at first, but now that he experienced it, he appreciated its subtlety.

It was such a joy.

Why didn't he buy more?

A wave of regret surged into Kakuzu's heart, and he silently calculated that if he had bought one million, his current profit would be three hundred thousand.

If it were 10 million, the income would be 3 million; 100 million would bring 30 million, and 1 billion would yield 300 million!

Kakuzu had worked as a bounty hunter for over ten years. Working day and night, he could earn close to 50 million a year. If lucky, he could capture high-bounty targets worth tens of millions of ryo, making 100 million a year was possible.

A mere 1 billion, Kakuzu could manage if he gritted his teeth, but it was nearly all his wealth.

If he had gone all-in, he would have made 300 million. Kakuzu's heart raced. 300 million in one afternoon?

What a terrifying speed of making money!

But this was just Kakuzu's fantasy. He couldn't risk everything on something new. If he made money, everyone would be happy.

If he lost, Kakuzu would be furious enough to explode himself.

Kakuzu shook his head, setting aside these unrealistic fantasies, and planned to go out for dinner. It was worth celebrating that he could easily make 30,000 ryo.

Being a bounty hunter required hard work, travel, and intelligence collection. It wasn't an easy job, not to mention the risk of life.

Extra meal, must have an extra meal!

Kakuzu decided to reward himself. Usually, he would eat a dozen rice balls per meal. Anyway, it was just to replenish energy, and Kakuzu didn't care about the taste.

Besides, the rice balls tasted good. When fighting and traveling, he ate soldier ration balls, which tasted indescribably dry and bitter.

Today, he could make an exception and order a bowl of miso soup for himself. Kakuzu thought so and stepped out of the trading hall.

Not long after Kakuzu left the trading hall, the price of pig iron began rising again at an incredible speed!

Although the information channels of the nobles and businessmen weren't as good as those of the ninja village, they reacted quickly.

The inexplicable rise in the price of pig iron puzzled them, but they were cautious, not acting rashly.

When news of Konoha's ally, the Uzumaki clan, raiding the Hidden Mist Village reached them, they acted quickly.

In the eyes of the nobles, Konoha and the Uzumaki clan were closely connected. The Uzumaki clan raiding the Hidden Mist Village equated to Konoha raiding it.

It seemed that Konoha couldn't stand idly by after receiving funds and was ready to attack the Hidden Mist Village!

This promised another fierce battle!

The nobles of the Land of Fire who dealt in pig iron were thrilled to hear about the war. They didn't have to go to the battlefield, and those pesky ninjas would die. They were delighted!

This time, they could profit significantly from the ninja war again.

It's just a pity.

They were late in buying pig iron at the bottom, missing the lowest prices, and lost potential profits. The nobles regretted it.

Considering the recent series of measures on pig iron in the Land of Fire, someone must be orchestrating this!

The answer is obvious: the cunning Daimyo is eating alone behind their backs!

As for Konoha, they didn't suspect it at all. How could ninjas, who only knew how to perform tasks for bounties, have the mind to get involved in the pig iron business?

Konoha was just a proxy for the Daimyo, but considering Konoha's extraordinary military strength, these nobles didn't dare confront Konoha.

The nobles, experienced in hype, knew the secret: the fastest and most accurate news!

In this regard, they were far inferior to the Daimyo. The Daimyo had access to Konoha's information channels, and ninjas worked hard to extract news, while they were just ordinary people.

Go find the Daimyo!

The nobles who had good connections urged a key figure in the Land of Fire, the Minister of Finance, who had been criticized by Uchiha Nan.

Although the Minister of Finance held little sway before Uchiha Nan, he held significant weight in the power dynamics of the Land of Fire!

Every penny collected by these "insects" had to be paid to the upper echelons. The Minister of Finance, who usually received many benefits, naturally felt obliged to represent the interests of these "insects" and negotiate with the Daimyo at this time.

Daimyo, your greed is truly ugly!

Fire Country Palace

After the Minister of Finance slipped a thick red envelope to the attendant, the previously indifferent attendant became eager to deliver the Minister's message.

Before half a cup of tea had passed, the attendant returned from the Daimyo's room.

"Sir, the Daimyo is not feeling well and cannot see you."

"I have something important."

"Please go back!"

Before the Minister of Finance could finish speaking, the attendant interrupted him.

The Daimyo's stance was firm. This business wasn't led by him but by Konoha. He was merely profiting from it. This time, he was cutting off these "insects."

On regular days, they all claimed poverty before him, yet their landholdings increased daily, and they didn't pay taxes. That was tolerable.

It was common for nobles not to pay taxes on their lands, but tampering with treasury accounts crossed the Daimyo's bottom line. However, these "insects" united, deceiving superiors and subordinates, masking the truth.

Now they sought help?

Too late!

"What happened?"

"What did the Daimyo say?"

As soon as the Minister of Finance returned, the "insects" couldn't wait to surround him for information.

They had taken the initiative to seek help, yet the Daimyo wouldn't even grant them a meeting.

The pig iron business was colossal; they couldn't consume all the profits, leaving only scraps, bones, and soup for the end.

They could work together. It was ninja money, and the Daimyo could profit more this time.

Everyone's expectant eyes focused on the Minister of Finance. He could only smile helplessly and shake his head. The Daimyo was determined to keep the profits for himself this time, intending to let them eat the leftovers.

Others were the butchers, and they were the fish. The channels were monopolized, leaving them powerless to resist.

"It's all your fault. You shouldn't have listened to those ninjas. Speeding up pig iron circulation and making prices transparent is nonsense."

"The Daimyo was waiting for us here!"

"You're blaming me. I nodded when you all agreed."

"Why didn't you resist?"

"Tsk, why didn't you resist? Aren't you afraid a shuriken will stab you in the head at night?"

The "insects" immediately erupted into impotent rage, attacking each other directly. Their high positions didn't mean they possessed superior talents, but rather the opposite.

After venting their frustrations, they turned to condemn the Daimyo for his greed. It was clearly a domestic matter of the Land of Fire, yet ninjas had to intervene!

Government affairs were separate from military matters.

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