Zhang Yu looked at him.
"Since you're a writer, why not pay off your debt by writing books?"
"Write a book for the tavern every day."
"The transaction will end when the total amount of 150,000 taels is paid off."
Jiraiya was dumbfounded.
"One book a day?"
Zhang Yu nodded.
Is it possible?
Jiraiya thinking.
"It's simply impossible!"
Write a book a day?
Are you kidding me?
Writing a book isn't like using Shadow Clone to create multiple versions of yourself, each writing a section and then piecing them together.
Even if it were possible to do that, there wouldn't be enough inspiration.
Zhang Yu put the book back on the bar.
"If you can't do it, then you can't use writing books to pay off your debt."
"The remaining 150,000 taels, let's settle it in cash."
Jiraiya's face fell.
" Boss Zhang Yu, if I had money now, would I need to bring out books?"
How about this?
"I'll leave these three books with you for now, and I'll come back to redeem them in a few days."
Zhang Yu shook his head.
"No."
"The tavern does not accept collateral."
Jiraiya got anxious.
"Do you think I, one of the legendary Konoha Sannin, would owe you 150,000 ryo and not pay it back?"
"I, Jiraiya, am a well-known figure in the ninja world."
"If I just told people, I don't know how many people would be willing to lend me money."
Zhang Yu looked at him with a smile.
"Then go borrow it from someone now."
"You can leave anytime after the bill is settled."
Jiraiya was speechless.
He traveled extensively and returned to Konoha without informing anyone.
I had enough money on me.
Who would have thought that two bottles of wine would cost two hundred thousand taels of silver?
If he had known it would be this expensive, he would have only had one drink at most.
No.
This wine is so good, I definitely can't resist having just one glass.
The problem was that I didn't ask the price when I entered.
Jiraiya looked down at the empty bottle, feeling increasingly heartbroken.
Two hundred thousand taels.
How many times would it take to harvest enough materials to make that money back?
Zhang Yu put the 50,000 taels of silver notes into the bar counter, then pushed the three books back.
"Take the book."
"Let's figure out a way to settle the bill now."
"Or we can handle it according to the tavern's rules."
Jiraiya was taken aback for a moment.
What are the rules?
Zhang Yu pointed to the front hall.
"If you don't have money to pay the bill, you can stay and work to pay it off."
"Washing dishes, wiping tables, cleaning."
"Wages will be settled according to pub standards."
"You can leave when you've paid off the 150,000 taels."
Jiraiya's face turned green on the spot.
Should he stay at the pub and wash dishes?
He was one of the Konoha Sannin.
The Mount Myōboku.
Jiraiya, a hero who has dominated the Shinobi World for many years.
If people found out he couldn't pay his bill after drinking and was forced to wash dishes at a pub, how could he ever face anyone again?
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
Jiraiya shook his head rapidly.
"I can find a way to raise the money."
"But asking me to stay and wash the dishes is out of the question."
The smile on Zhang Yu's face faded slightly.
"You can't pay off your debts by writing a book."
"You're unwilling to work to pay off the debt."
So how do you plan to solve this?
Jiraiya opened his mouth.
He also wanted to know how to solve it.
Hashirama took a step forward.
His face, which had been somewhat kind, was now devoid of a smile.
"Guest."
You've already drunk the wine.
"The price has already been told to you."
"It wouldn't be right not to pay the bill now, would it?"
Jiraiya looked at Hashirama.
As we got closer, that sense of familiarity resurfaced.
Before he could think it through, Hashirama's aura pressed down on him.
It was an instinctive reminder.
The seemingly simple and honest man in front of me is far stronger than an ordinary Kage Level.
Jiraiya's casual expression vanished completely.
Ban also got up and walked to the other side.
He wasn't as polite Hashirama.
"They drink without paying."
"Still trying to be picky?"
Madara's gaze fell on Jiraiya.
"When your boss gives you a choice, he's giving you an opportunity."
Don't be ungrateful.
An even more direct pressure descended.
Jiraiya a tightness in his back.
If Hashirama's aura was like a towering mountain pressing down on him, then Madara felt like a sword already unsheathed.
If he says another wrong word, the other party really will attack him.
One left and one right.
Neither of them formed Hand Seals.
He did not unleash Ninjutsu.
Even though Jiraiya was standing in the middle, a layer of cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.
He sensed that Ban was dangerous the moment he entered the room.
Now that he's being watched by both of them at the same time, he realizes that his judgment was flawed.
This is no ordinary pub employee.
Any one of them, if placed in the Shinobi World, would be enough to cause a major upheaval.
The most outrageous thing is that both of them listened to Zhang Yu.
Jiraiya swallowed hard.
"Let's talk this out."
"I never said I wouldn't pay."
Ban asked coldly, "Where's the money?"
Jiraiya a mournful expression.
I really have nothing left.
Hashirama said, "Then stay and work."
"I won't do it."
Ban took a step forward.
"Then spit out the wine you've drunk."
Jiraiya's expression changed.
The alcohol's already in my stomach, how can I vomit it up?
Even if it were vomited out, it couldn't be put back into the bottle.
He glanced at Hashirama, then at Madara, and started cursing inwardly.
A rip-off shop.
It's definitely a rip-off.
The alcohol is outrageously expensive.
The shop assistant was ridiculously overbearing.
After finishing their drinks, they had no money to pay the bill and were then pressured by two monsters.
Jiraiya traveled all over the Shinobi World and had never encountered such a difficult tavern.
Jiraiya quickly raised his hands.
"Wait a moment!"
Give me a few minutes.
"I'll have someone send the money over."
Zhang Yu leaned against the bar, his smile returning.
Who to look for?
Jiraiya gritted his teeth.
"My teacher."
Hiruzen Sarutobi.
"He's the Third Hokage; he can definitely come up with 150,000 taels."
After saying that, Jiraiya felt a little uneasy.
He didn't even go to the Hokage after returning to the village.
The first time he sought out his teacher was not to report intelligence or catch up, but to ask him to come to the tavern and pay his bill.
The old man will definitely yell at him when he finds out.
Getting scolded is better than being stuck here washing dishes.
Zhang Yu laughed even harder when he heard Hiruzen Sarutobi's name.
This tavern really has a connection with the Sarutobi family.
My son tried to scam me once.
Now even the apprentices are coming.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, will eventually be traumatized by them.
"Can."
Zhang Yu raised a finger.
You have fifteen minutes.
"If someone brings the remaining 150,000 taels within fifteen minutes, this matter will be resolved."
"If you're late, you'll have to stay and work."
Jiraiya replied, "Fifteen minutes is enough!"
Despite saying that, he was already mentally broken.
The Hokage isn't far from here.
But the old man is usually busy with official duties, so whether he's willing to come in person is another matter.
Send money from the Anbu?
Hiruzen Sarutobi would most likely not entrust such a shameful task to the Anbu.
Jiraiya became increasingly convinced that this tavern was eerie.
He just wanted to come in and have a couple of drinks.
How did drinking lead to debt?
" Shadow Clone Technique!"
Bang!
White smoke dissipated.
A Shadow Clone appeared beside Jiraiya.
Jiraiya leaned closer and lowered his voice.
" Hokage and find the old man."
"Tell him I owe 150,000 taels at the Undead Tavern."
"Tell him to bring the money over immediately."