Shiraishi Yoshijo almost blurted out, "Rich lady, please keep me!"
He was broke.
Takemoto Shuichi wouldn't lend him money and had even cut off his source of income.
He had joined the Medical Team, and although the pay was high, supporting both his clan and himself on his salary was pure fantasy.
The Medical Team's duties were also demanding, leaving him no time to earn money by taking on missions.
Thinking it over, Shiraishi Yoshijo still wanted to try his luck. He didn't agree right away, just coughing a few times.
Tsunade stared at him without blinking and said expressionlessly, "If you mean two hundred million, there's nothing to discuss. At most, thirty million."
He'd made ten million just by coughing a few times?
Shiraishi Yoshijo's eyes turned into money signs, and he nodded hurriedly.
Tsunade laughed, then stepped forward and punched him on the shoulder.
"What's this? You're actually pretty reasonable!"
I swindled thirty million out of you, and I'm still the reasonable one?
Shiraishi Yoshijo felt like a country bumpkin.
The Third Hokage tried to speak several times, but in the end, he still said nothing.
Even if Orochimaru and Jiraiya didn't care about money, they knew what that figure meant.
Orochimaru remembered that Shiraishi Yoshijo had just taught him Ninjutsu, so he kept quiet.
Jiraiya, on the other hand, leaned close to Tsunade's ear and began whispering something.
After hearing him out, Tsunade punched Jiraiya and sent him flying.
Jiraiya: ""
Shiraishi Yoshijo watched Jiraiya sail off into the distance and fell into thought.
The Senju were one of Konoha's founding ninja clans, so they were surely rich. But no matter how rich they were, was this really how you spent money?
Sure enough, Tsunade spoke up.
"Money isn't a problem. I've got plenty. I just have