Orochimaru took Kakuzu, Sasori, and the others to the Dusk Organization.
On the way, Orochimaru had already told Kakuzu plenty of the Dusk Organization's inside secrets.
What concerned Kakuzu most was that the Dusk Organization's current operating funds all came from the fortune he had left behind.
Kakuzu flew into a rage. "That was my money! My money!"
Orochimaru consoled him. "Kakuzu, try to let it go. You were dead, and you didn't have a wife or a son. Once you died, didn't all that money become ownerless?"
"Someone was going to spend it anyway!"
Kakuzu's anger did not diminish in the slightest. "My money is my money. Only I get to spend it."
"Even if I die, that money should be burned for me as offerings."
Orochimaru chuckled. This old monster really is dreaming. How could all those gleaming silver taels possibly be burned for him like waste paper?
Even if Kakuzu had a son, he could never waste money like that!
"Kakuzu, if you earn money but never spend it, someone else naturally will."
Kakuzu snorted. "Earning money is what I love most. Spending it doesn't interest me."
Orochimaru smiled. "What an unusual interest you have, Kakuzu!"
People were interested in money because it could buy so many things.
If it could not buy something, that simply meant there was not enough of it.
Liking to earn money solely for the pleasure of earning it was not particularly difficult to understand.
Once someone had so much money that they could never spend it all, the pleasure lay in making more and watching the numbers in their account steadily grow.
It was hard not to feel happy about that.
Sasori noticed that Orochimaru was leading them toward the Land of Wind.
"Orochimaru, is the Dusk Organization in the Land