The cold wind of early winter howled across the Land of Birds border.
This Gray Hub at the junction of Wind and Earth has a musty and rotten smell all year round.
Yehe Obito led the broken caravan into this lawless land, braving the wind and snow along the muddy mountain road.
The convoy was scattered at the front and rear, and no ninja mark was displayed.
The dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the street are crowded together.
Behind the crooked wooden piles, the sewage on the pitted ground had long since frozen into hard lumps, and dark red blood was condensed in the cracks of the bricks.
Obito was sitting on the roof of the first car, his hand resting on the edge of Ninja Tools's bag on the outside of his thigh, his whole body stretched like a fully drawn bow.
Sharingan remained silent, his eyes sharp, scanning back and forth into the darkness.
As soon as the convoy passed through the outer neighborhoods, a few pairs of eyes under the dilapidated eaves stared at this piece of fat.
Several local snakes emerged from the dark alley, followed by two wandering rebel ninjas licking their blades.
They stared at this fat convoy, pressed their hands on the handles of their knives, and moved closer in a semi-encirclement formation, preparing to rob them directly.
Obito's eye sockets moved slightly, Chakra had just surged up in his eyes, and the flag hanging on the front of the car unfurled in the wind.
The business flag with red stripes on a black background and gold edges rustled in the cold wind. The large characters "Land of Fire·Gold Source Trading Company" embroidered with gold thread on it were particularly eye-catching.
The moment the leading man saw the flag clearly, he stopped immediately, and the fierceness on his face collapsed on the spot.
The two wandering rebellious ninjas had their Adam's apples rolling, bumped shoulders with each other, and without daring to say a harsh word, they hid their tails between their legs and went back into the smelly dark alley.
The caravan that dares to fly the flag of the top plutocrats of a great country in this shabby place has enough backers to uproot all nine of their tribes.
Obito let out the breath that was held in his chest, and as soon as his shoulders relaxed, Ye opened the sedan curtain and glanced at him with both salt and mildness.
"Don't be too proud. The flag can only scare away the little bastard, but it can't stop the hungry wolf who really wants to eat meat."
The caravan drove straight in without any hindrance, approaching the core district.
Underground Money House's heavy stone door is ajar, and a faded wooden sign hangs next to it.
The gatekeeper came up to check the documents. When he saw the Daimyō's Office of the Land of Fire level secret seal, his wrist shook and he quickly pushed the stone door completely open.
The hall was buried deep in the ground, the walls were blackened by oil lamps, and the tabletop covered with wine stains and old knife marks exuded a musty smell that could not be washed away.
The dozen or so businessmen who were talking about the price fell silent, and all turned to stare at the intruders.
Without squinting, he chose the widest Taishi chair in the middle and sat down, leaning back with a lazy posture.
According to the original plan, Kakashi has already taken people to Wind-Earth Border to set up the first floor of Shell Company there to build momentum.
On the surface, Ye only brought Obito, two ANBU disguised as waiters, and the accompanying waiters.
At this time, the driver had quietly placed the heavy wooden box filled with seal scrolls in the center of the hall.
As soon as I sat down here, the heavy stone door in the hall was kicked open.
The chief representative of the Wind-Earth Trading Alliance, Dahe Long, walked in with an arrogant step, accompanied by more than a dozen arrogant knife-wielding guards.
This group of people didn't pay any attention to the chaebol flag.
The skinny middle-aged representative Dahe Long, wearing three eye-catching chamber of commerce seals on his chest, came straight to Ye.
The guards stood in two rows on both sides, their scabbards clanging one after another, suppressing the whispers in the hall.
Dahe Long used the gold-encrusted cane to repeatedly tap the greasy tabletop.
"Big boss, I'm new to you. Do you understand our Land of Birds rules?"
He tilted his chin up and his triangular eyes darted back and forth between the wooden boxes of the motorcade and Ye's clothes.
"A foreign caravan wants to set up a stall on our border. The toll is 50,000 taels, and the security deposit is 100,000 taels. If you lose one penny, you won't be able to get out of this door."
This blackmail is clearly intended to give the new fat sheep a chance to show off.
Obito gritted his back molars, his chest felt tight, and he almost crushed the solid wood handrail beside him.
Ye did not get angry, but instead laughed happily as if he had heard a joke.
He raised his hand to stop Obito who was about to go berserk, and his movements were calm.
"Sit down, don't let people think that our businessmen from Land of Fire have never seen the world and can't afford to lose this small amount of money."
Ye Tan put his hand into his arms and took out a high-level seal scroll with exquisite workmanship and gold thread on the edge. He threw it on the greasy table with one hand Hand Seals.
White smoke rose, and a total of two million taels of consecutive-number cash piled directly into a hill, causing the Money House tabletop to make a muffled sound.
The dazzling golden light pattern mixed with the smell of new banknotes and ink instantly overshadowed the musty smell in the underground space.
This primitive and crude power of capital can catch the eyes of businessmen better than any S-Rank ninjutsu.
Dahe Long and a dozen thugs could no longer take their eyes away, and even the hand pressed on the handle of the knife stopped in mid-air.
Rapid gasping sounds were heard one after another in the hall.
Ye crossed his legs comfortably and tapped his fingertips on the table, playing the role of a top-notch nouveau riche who is stupid and rich.
"One hundred and fifty thousand tolls, you can take it from there."
He raised his chin and motioned to the mountain of money on the table.
"Are these left enough to do business?"
Dahe Long The arrogance on his face disappeared on the spot, replaced by a flattering smile in the blink of an eye, with his waist bent at a ninety-degree angle.
"The big boss is so proud. For your situation, we will definitely give you enough Marrowstone Sand in stock!"
He waved his hand and urged his subordinates to bring up three wooden boxes, then opened the lids to reveal the gray ore inside.
"This is high-quality goods that are readily available in the Alliance's warehouse and can be delivered today."
"Under normal circumstances, this thing would be worth three times the market price."
"But there is a death order from above. As long as it is sold to Konoha or Land of Fire official, it must be sold at ten times the price!"
Dahe Long rubbed his hands, leaned a little closer, and said flatteringly in a lowered voice.
"But I think you, big boss, are a happy person. Let's make friends in private. I will make my own decision and give you four times the price! I will never let you suffer!"
"Of course, you can't go to the Chamber of Commerce's account this way. You see..."
Dahe Long stared at the mountain of money on the table with the alluring aroma of ink, and his Adam's apple rolled crazily uncontrollably.
But deep down in my heart, I have long scolded the policy-making bureaucrats above for eighteen generations.
What he said was half true and half false, but his intention to pour out his bitterness was genuine.
What is the economic blockade against Land of Fire?
It's just out of my mind!
Land of Fire has always been the largest importer of Marrowstone Sand, and it is also the bread and butter of these border chambers of commerce.
The group of big shots above who only knew how to talk on paper from high positions raised the official price tenfold with a stroke of their pen.
It's clear that he wants to take advantage of Konoha.
But what's the result?
Land of Fire businessmen are as smart as monkeys, who is willing to swallow such a sky-high price?
The direct result is that in the past six months, Marrowstone Sand has piled up in the warehouse of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance.
The goods are so heavy that the warehouse door can hardly be closed!
Without the flow of money, the capital chain of the chamber of commerce would have been broken into pieces.
Those Tenten miners down there who are working hard in the mines have been making trouble together in the past few days, and they can hardly even pay their subsistence wages last month.
If he continues to fight like this, he will be eaten alive by the rioting miners before the Chamber of Commerce can bring down Land of Fire.
The rules are set by the superior Five Great Nations, but your life is your own.
In this lawless land, being hungry is much more terrifying than disobeying orders from above.
Dahe Long's heart was pounding.
In order to survive, he must accept this deal.
Although the private sale price of four times cannot be fair and square, Earth Flow Chamber of Commerce general ledger, but he can definitely make a fake account.
At that time, we will spend twice as much money to silence the miners, and twice as much to quell the Chamber of Commerce's deficit. As for the remaining twice as much...
Thinking of this, the corner of his eye was glued to the new banknotes with serial numbers, and his heart felt hot.
As long as he secretly facilitates this order, he can not only solve the dead situation in front of him, but also take the opportunity to make a lot of money in the middle!
With this kind of money, who would want to be a local snake in this poor border that is moldy all year round?