Konoha: Rebuild the glory of the Uchiha!

After attacking each other for a while, they started condemning the daimyo for being inhuman, for letting ninjas interfere in a matter that was clearly within the Land of Fire!

Political affairs are political affairs, and military affairs are military affairs.

In the ninja world, the military and government are completely separated, existing as two separate systems. This is why these insects can deceive their superiors and subordinates with impunity.

The daimyo dared not let ninjas interfere in government affairs. What if one of them was a genius and discovered how interesting it was to handle government affairs? They could make a lot of money just by passing it around. It was much faster than making money by doing missions, and that would be a lot of fun.

The rules that have been passed down for thousands of years are likely to be broken. How much money and effort did our ancestors spend to manage this group of ninjas?

Allowing ninjas to interfere in government affairs is like inviting wolves into the house. If Uchiha Nan were to offer his opinion to the daimyo, complaining that the court is full of incompetent officials, he could help the daimyo replace them with a group of capable ministers.

He wouldn't have to worry about being accused of killing his subjects without authorization.

Konoha will handle the evidence perfectly. With a single genjutsu, they'll confess everything clearly, and all the dirty deeds they've committed in their three lifetimes will be exposed.

Then the daimyo would immediately swear on his chest that all his ministers were incorruptible and without a trace of corruption, so the Hokage wouldn't need to worry.

However, this time it was a borderline case. Uchiha Nan only wanted to do some small business and make some money. He also understood the current rules of the ninja world and even sought the daimyo's opinion before doing this.

The lord naturally agreed wholeheartedly to making money off these insects.

The insects argued for a long time, only to find that there were fewer and fewer people. The cleverest one in the middle had already sneaked out.

Since things are beyond repair, let's accept the facts. Quickly send someone to the futures trading hall to buy. Although this price isn't the absolute bottom, the profit is still quite considerable.

If you stay here and make a scene, you'll only end up eating scraps of meat.

"Miso soup is so delicious!"

Kakuzu smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the miso soup.

The last time I drank miso soup was probably a few months ago. I even ordered a bowl of miso soup at a restaurant and drank it for a long time in order to get closer to my mission target before I finally met him.

I was so focused on completing the task that I didn't even have time to savor the miso soup properly; it's such a pity now.

Kakuzu pushed open the door to the trading hall. Even though it was night, the lights were still on, and the atmosphere was even more lively than when he left in the afternoon, with more people than in the afternoon.

Kakuzu used to be able to find a seat in the trading hall, but now it's packed with people, with long queues at every trading window.

The shouts and curses of those waiting in line were incessant.

Kakuzu struggled to push aside the people who had been squeezed to the door, still not understanding what was going on—how did so many people suddenly appear in the trading hall?

The first thing he did upon entering was to check the price of pig iron. The moment he saw the price, Kakuzu's breathing became rapid, his dark green pupils constricted, and he could not believe his eyes.

Kakuzu's mouth opened involuntarily, and his hands trembled slightly involuntarily.

Did I read the price correctly?

Kakuzu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, thinking he was seeing things. He hadn't had miso soup in a long time, so was there mushroom in this one that was making him hallucinate?

You read that right.

The price of pig iron has gone up again!

It wasn't just a one- or two-layer increase; it doubled again.

Wouldn't Master White Fang's account now have over forty million taels?

In the short time it took to eat a meal, Master White Tooth earned another twenty million taels.

Making money is as easy as breathing!

The phrase popped into Kakuzu's mind again. He had thought he had grasped its meaning before, but now he realized how shallow he was.

My perspective is too narrow; my vision is far too limited.

Endless regret welled up in my heart. I clearly wanted to increase my position before dinner, so why did I hesitate? Why did I think I should wait and see?

I've missed another chance to make a fortune!

The price of pig iron has doubled again, so should I still buy some now?

The same question was once again placed before Kakuzu.

Leeks are always like this: hesitantly watching prices climb little by little, afraid to make a decisive move, they just stand by and watch.

For the miserly Jiao Du, every penny is his life's work. He is like a Pixiu, only taking in and never giving out. The mentality of being exploited is perfectly embodied in him.

"Excuse me."

The man on top of him pushed aside Kakuzu, grabbed a large wad of cash, and rushed to the end of the line, eager to buy in.

Kakuzu recognizes this person; isn't he the former owner of the weapon shop? Even he's started trading futures now?

"It's gone up again!"

"Haha, I knew this futures trading could make money! Luckily, I added to my position this afternoon!"

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Prices continued to rise, accompanied by cheers from those who had entered the market that afternoon. They had just caught the wave of the large-scale buying by the "insects" that had driven up pig iron prices, and now they were cheering enthusiastically.

This was the first time they had ever experienced making money so easily, and they kept celebrating the right decision they had made that afternoon.

However, these celebratory cheers sounded incredibly grating to Kakuzu's ears.

I was here first, whether it was discovering futures or obtaining the White Fang manual. I was so much ahead of them, so why did they make money faster and more than me?

That's not fair.

Kakuzu, who had originally planned to consult the secret manual to calm himself down before making a decision, began to have his inner defenses crumble.

As ninjas, calmness and caution are their keys to survival on the battlefield. The slightest mistake can be fatal for a ninja and could cost them their lives.

Kakuzu was well aware of this principle. For Kakuzu, making money was the same; he could only make decisions when he was clear-headed.

Kakuzu was in a state of unease. The cheers and celebrations around him, along with the ever-increasing price of pig iron, made it impossible for him to calm down.

Every minute and every second is agonizing. Should I buy more? What if the price drops as soon as I buy? There's no war right now, so it's really illogical for pig iron prices to rise so high.

Kakuzu's ninja instincts made him suppress the urge to buy more.

Kakuzu left the trading hall and took a breath of fresh air. The hall was filled with materialism and shouting. Only by eliminating these external factors could Kakuzu calm his mind.

Think calmly.

Kakuzu recalled the contents of Master White Fang's secret manual. What was that saying again? "Take what others discard, and vice versa!"

Everyone else is dead, but I'm the only one who survived!

Kakuzu suddenly felt as if he had unlocked his full potential, realizing that he should do the opposite of what was expected, that the price of pig iron was bound to fall, and that this was the time to sell!

Someone must be manipulating the market behind the scenes, trying to drive up the price of pig iron and fleece these retail investors!

I, Kakuzu, have received the true teachings of Master White Fang's secret manual; there's no way I would be fooled at this time.

Sell!

We must sell them in advance!

By the time the price drops, it will be too late!

Kakuzu suddenly became anxious. He couldn't afford to waste a single moment; he had to go back and sell all of his more than 200,000 futures contracts!

On a whim, Kakuzu immediately returned to the entrance of the futures trading hall and eagerly pushed open the door.

The crowds, the shouts of celebration, and the impatient curses of those waiting in line continued to fill the air.

Hmph, these leeks!

Kakuzu coldly observed the revelry of the leeks (victims of exploitation), pushed aside the crowd still in line, strode forward to the service window, and still found himself in no queue.

queue?

I'll never queue up in my entire life!

Time is money. What if the price suddenly drops while you're in line?

However, Kakuzu's actions immediately aroused public outrage. Everyone else was queuing up, so why were you cutting in line?

However, when Kakuzu once again revealed his terrifying killing intent, all his anger vanished.

Kakuzu's fists are huge!

"I want to sell!"

"Ok?"

Are you sure you want to sell?

The staff member doubted his ears. The price of pig iron had risen so much in just one afternoon and was still rising. Why was he selling it at this time?

"Yes, I want to sell!"

Kakuzu's resolute voice made those around him chuckle, but everyone covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

Kakuzu clearly noticed the suspicious glances from those around him.

"What are you looking at? You bunch of韭菜 (a metaphor for retail investors) will be fleeced when the market drops!"

Kakuzu took the money, shouted confidently at the people around him, and then walked out of the trading hall.

These retail investors know absolutely nothing about futures!

Chapter 77 Gang Fight, Cheese in a Bread!

A week later

"I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Why should I act on my own initiative and sell the futures contracts I held?"

"No!!! Qiuya (crossed out)"

"Why is that?"

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Kakuzu vented his anger alone in the forest, surrounded by devastation. Large swaths of trees had been burned by his fire-style techniques, and the air was thick with the smell of burning.

Kakuzu's joy was short-lived after he sold his futures contracts; instead of the expected sharp drop, the price of pig iron continued to rise.

Although there wasn't a surge like before, even a daily increase of one or two levels was enough to make Kakuzu's heart ache so much he could hardly breathe.

For Kakuzu, not making the money he could have earned was worse than being killed.