Will I Ultimately Become a Capitalist Tycoon?

As if possessed by Big-Eared Bei Bei, he cried out with vigor.

"Please, sir, teach me!"

Chapter 3: Is Setting Up a Corrupt Mine in Terra a Mistake?

"At his peak, Saint was an incredibly powerful demon, but now his divine power has been split into talismans. He's just a statue that can spit a bit of fire."

"So why not just send his statue somewhere that can never contact Hell?"

Mr. Russell said this.

Valmont's eyes lit up in an instant.

Right.

The headache with that old dragon Saint was that even after being blown up, he could return from Hell and then use his cunning to snatch various Magic Items for revenge.

In that case, why not just sink him to the bottom of another world's sea?

That way, he could shake off that old dragon, seek out other supernatural powers, and keep robbing banks!!

Valmont was almost excited enough to shout.

"Oh, my friend, I absolutely love you."

"Once I deal with that old dragon, I'll take you to look at houses in Manhattan."

Valmont bid farewell to Mr. Russell and promptly logged off.

[My friend, you're a little genius. Since Saint will bounce back whenever he touches Hell, just make sure he never gets near it for the rest of his life.]

[Valmont's favorability toward you has increased. As long as you pay him enough, you can get this guy to collect a full set of Shadowkhan masks for you.]

[Those are nine tribes of laborers who don't need watermelon or juice to work twenty-four hours a day.]

The prompt chattered on endlessly.

Mr. Russell found it tempting.

But, feeling his wallet, it was pitifully thin.

No money.

Valmont was the kind of guy who'd stab Saint twice for cash; trying to talk to him about setting money aside might get his kidneys carved out.

Of course, he could go find them himself.

But before that, he had other things to settle.

Like—

Setting up his own mining company!

He was up to his neck in debt. If he didn't start digging something up to pay it off soon, he'd be shipped off to St. John's Fort to play happy ball with a sugar mama!

Without any hesitation, Mr. Russell sent out employment requests to everyone left in the group.

"Everyone, This Humble One has founded a mining company. Any interest in investing?"

"???"

Naruto Uzumaki scratched his head.

His mind was still stuck on Mr. Russell and Valmont conspiring together to scheme against Saint.

Suddenly jumping from scheming behind a demon's back to founding a mining company...

Honestly, Naruto's CPU couldn't keep up.

"Our worldviews are totally different. Who understands what you're talking about?"

Huihui was also a bit annoyed.

Excluding the settings of gods, demons, and magic, her world was still stuck in a simple medieval era—there was no such thing as investing.

"I don't really understand business management."

Miss Orca sat in the mercenary hall, looking at the group member who seemed to be recruiting, her expression troubled.

She was quite interested in Mr. Russell.

Not in a romantic way, mainly because his avatar was a guy hanging himself, with St. John's Fort as the background.

St. John's Fort was the capital of the Ursus Empire.

Mr. Russell clearly had a huge connection to Ursus.

Although Ursus and Miss Orca's hometown—Aegir—were separated by a vast distance, in a chat group where members were mostly from different worlds, meeting someone from the same world was something to be happy about.

If possible, she'd like to give Mr. Russell a hand.

After all, he was practically a fellow countryman.

But she was truly clueless about business—seven orifices open, six blocked—completely at a loss.

"Mr. Russell is... starting a company?"

The only one who could keep up was The Cook. She had received a standard Young Lady's education and was well-versed in all kinds of business practices.

"Yes, due to various reasons my assets suffered an explosion, and now I need to restructure them into high-quality assets and develop them."

"If possible, I'd like to trade information for everyone's support—technical support or material support, either works."

A remarkably frank statement, with clear purpose and mutual benefit.

"Of course no problem, as long as Brother Russell is willing to tell me where Sasuke is!"

In Konoha, Naruto Uzumaki thumped his chest and agreed without hesitation.

Even without the information support, he would have been happy to help.

Let alone news about Sasuke?

This boy, who had never witnessed the hell of construction, wore a bright grin, like Kennedy in a convertible.

"As for me, I'd like to learn something about my father."

The Cook couldn't resist the lure of the script either and chose to join.

She had no interest in her own future, but she missed her father dearly and wanted to know how he was doing now.

"If you need me, just call for me. As for an exchange... there's no need to be so distant..."

"But remember, don't get too close to me."

Skadi gave her answer.

She walked this land alone, but it wasn't because she was born to love solitude.

It was just that her presence always seemed to bring disaster to those around her. For now, only the people she met through the chat group were far enough away to be unaffected.

She valued the people in this group.

Skadi, what a good woman!!

Russell's eyes instantly welled up.

Because she wanted to help a friend, she helped—not expecting anything in return.

In stark contrast to Skadi was Huihui.

"Hmm~, I don't want information. I want lots and lots of food. Ah no, I want a stable position."

Huihui's answer was clearly different from the other group members.

She had no interest in information.

Her village had excellent fortune-tellers; if she really wanted to know the future, she could ask them.

For her, getting a meal was far more important than any damn information.

But perhaps recalling some past experiences, she quickly added another condition.

"I want a labor contract signed. No kicking people out of the team whenever you feel like it."

After saying that, she stared nervously at Valmont's avatar, terrified that that collector of idiots and prodigies might suddenly come online and pour out his tragic employment history to Russell.

"..."

A polite yet awkward expression flickered across Russell's face.

Ah...

Was he really going to recruit this one?

Signing a contract with this deadweight felt like it would be a loss...

Now that he had the Dragon Talisman, it seemed he didn't need this disposable cluster bomb either.

[Don't hesitate. This one can be used as a disposable nuclear warhead. You should know, she's an expert in demolition. Her output efficiency with the Dragon Talisman is far higher than yours!]

[Besides, if you go off to work construction, who's going to take care of the catgirls in the club?]

Russell felt a surge of respect.

As the saying goes, one word from the system clears the clouds and opens the mind.

He absolutely had to take Huihui in!!

"Of course we can sign a contract. You can sign for as long as you like."

Russell's words made a certain Crimson Mage's eyes gleam with light.

A long-term meal ticket delivered to her door!

Then she wouldn't hold back!!

Looking at the contract sent through the red packet—nine to five, two days off a week, meals and lodging included, even allowing three family members to eat and stay for free—

Holy crap!!

A job this generous?!!

Without a second thought, Huihui signed for a hundred years and quickly sent it back to Russell.

After doing that, she put her hands on her hips, barely holding back a laugh that would shake the heavens.

So worth it, so worth it.

Win-win!!

Looking at the contract Huihui had sent over, Russell wore the expression of Qin Shi Huang touching a power line—winning so hard it hurt.

On that contract, the salary column read 3–8000.

Yeah, three yuan to eight thousand.

Chapter 4: Damn It, Why Is There a Zhenghuo Movement?

Russell's residence was in Ursus Holy Steed Castle.

But his business was located north of Chernobog City.

Compared to the far north, the temperature at Russell's business site wasn't too bad—just minus five to minus fifteen degrees Celsius.

Russell used a talisman to light the fireplace.

Strictly speaking, the temperature here wasn't unbearable for him, but since guests were coming today, there was no need to skimp on firewood money.

After all, the opening ceremony couldn't be too shabby.

Speaking of which, did Naruto's Shadow Clone Jutsu need a cotton-padded jacket?

Hopefully not.

Otherwise, he'd have to spend money to buy one...

Russell muttered to himself, calculating the recent price of cotton-padded jackets.

If he absolutely had to buy one, he hoped he could get Megumin to buy it for him—cotton-padded jackets in modern society were cheaper, and maybe he could even put it on credit.