Kenya picked up some building materials sponsorship on the side and returned fully loaded
In front of the main hall of the palace, a strong wind blew up dust from the white marble floor.
The daimyo of the Land of Fire collapsed to the ground, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He thought his life was temporarily spared.
They were just about to greet this living devil with a forced smile as he left.
However.
After stuffing the bloodstained treaty into his pocket, Senju Kenya didn't budge an inch from his flip-flops.
He slowly turned around, a white jade pipe dangling from his lips.
Those deep, dark eyes looked with great interest over the grand hall and towering buildings, staring intently at the several magnificent royal treasuries in the direction of the inner palace.
"Brother Daming, why are you in such a hurry?"
Kenya exhaled a thick cloud of blue smoke, grinned, and spoke in a friendly tone, as if chatting with a close brother:
"Article 3 of the agreement we just signed concerns Iron Fist Heavy Industries's exclusive franchise project for Black Iron Wood infrastructure."
"Now that we've signed and affixed our seals, we need to hurry up and get the work done."
Daming's entire body of fat trembled violently, and he stammered, "..."
"To... to put it into practice? The Emperor means..."
"Look."
Kenya stepped forward, put his arm around the daimyo's thick shoulder, and looked on with a serious expression:
" Iron Fist Heavy Industries has just broken ground in Konoha. The blast furnace needs to be expanded, workers' wages need to be paid, and new technology research and development is burning through cash."
"As the largest official client of our Land of Fire, shouldn't the Daming Prefecture take the lead in supporting the local economy?"
Kenya patted the daimyo on the back with a dull thud, almost making the daimyo throw up his leftover dinner.
"I've come all this way today, it's not easy for you, so you should at least give us some 'initial funding for building materials research and development', right?"
"Puff--!"
Daimyo almost spat a mouthful of blood onto Kenya's face on the spot.
What the hell is this domestic real economy?!
What kind of funding is this for building materials R&D sponsorship?!
Isn't this just blatant banditry, like bandits coming into a village to extort money?!
Daimyo was on the verge of tears, but under Kenya's ambiguous gaze, especially when he saw the half-section of a hundred-meter-long broken log on the ground beside him, he could only manage a sigh of relief.
How could he dare utter a single word of dissent?
"Of course! It's only right!"
Da Ming forced out a fawning smile that was more like a grimace, and tremblingly pulled a string of Pure Gold from his waist:
"The prosperity of the Land of Fire is entirely due to the Emperor's protection!"
"I... I will take the Emperor to the Imperial Treasury immediately and personally allocate funds!"
Fifteen minutes later.
The doors to the Land of Fire Kingdom's most secret and extensive underground treasure vault were suddenly opened.
The moment the heavy, solid copper door slid open.
The dazzling halo of jewels instantly illuminated Kenya's face.
A total of four main halls!
Countless rare treasures, large-denomination gold notes, and precious medicinal herbs that have been passed down from the Sengoku period are piled up like small mountains!
Kenya whistled loudly and swaggered in, as if he were entering his own backyard.
"This box of deep-sea blood jade coral from the Land of Lightning is quite nice. I'll take it back and have it Teuchi a bracelet for Tsunade."
Kenya casually pointed.
"Those few three-thousand-year-old snow mountain Ganoderma lucidum, a tribute from the Land of Grass, are perfect for making soup to nourish Might Guy and Rock Lee's bones."
Kenya pointed again.
Daimyo followed behind, watching as every finger that Kenya pointed at was like thousands or tens of thousands of taels of National Treasure going down the drain.
My heart was pounding violently, and the pain was so intense that tears welled up in my eyes.
Kenya walked to the deepest part of the vault and stopped in front of a rosewood box inlaid with jewels.
I opened it and took a look.
Inside, there was a thick stack of bearer gold vouchers from the Royal Bank of the Land of Fire, neatly arranged!
The face value is one million taels per note!
Kenya grabbed a thick stack of bills and swung it around in his hand, making a rustling sound.
"Brother Daming, I'll accept these 500 million taels of gold vouchers as advance payment for the first batch of Black Iron Wood."
"The remaining rare treasures and top-grade medicinal herbs are just a small fraction of your extra sponsorship. No objections, right?"
Daming clutched his chest, enduring the excruciating pain of a heart attack, his teeth clenched so tightly they were practically grinding to powder, yet he still forced a forced smile.
"No... no objection! It's entirely up to Your Majesty! As long as Your Majesty is pleased!"
Half an hour later.
Zabuza Momochi and Haku, accompanied by twenty heavily armed guards from the Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce, swaggered into the inner courtyard of the Daimyo's residence, escorting five massive beast-drawn carriages.
Under the stunned gaze of thousands of palace guards.
Boxes of gold vouchers, piles of top-grade Ganoderma lucidum and snow lotus, and truckloads of rare jewelry.
They were happily carried onto the carriage by the guild guards.
"Hey daimyo, wait a minute! If Konoha ever needs money again, I'll come back and chat with you!"
Kenya sat atop the lead giant carriage, a white jade pipe dangling from his lips, and waved goodbye.
The lord, leading all the civil and military officials, knelt before the ruins of the dilapidated White Tiger Gate, bidding farewell to this living ancestor with tears in his eyes.
That evening.
On the main road outside Konoha.
The Fifth Hokage Tsunade, Shikaku Nara, Uchiha Fugaku, and the leaders of various ninja clans.
They were fully armed and standing guard at the village entrance, their expressions extremely tense.
Even the Anbu and the Barrier Team have entered a state of high alert.
" Shikaku, do you think that kid Kenya?"
Tsunade paced anxiously back and forth at the village entrance, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"If the Daimyo dies, the Land of Fire will be thrown into chaos, and the other four great nations will definitely use this as an excuse to join forces and attack Konoha!"
Shikaku shook his head with a wry smile, about to speak.
"Boom boom boom boom--!"
At the end of the official road, the dull, thunderous sound of horses' hooves and the resounding shouts of slogans suddenly rang out!
Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all drew their Ninja Blade in preparation.
However.
When the convoy broke through the thin fog and appeared before everyone's eyes.
Thousands of Konoha ninjas were frozen in place on the spot!
At the very front of the convoy, not only were there Senju of flags fluttering in the wind.
Furthermore, the Nine-Dragon Golden Silk Imperial Banner was personally bestowed upon him by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire!
The carriage was filled to the brim with five large carts of dazzling rare treasures and a total of five hundred million taels of gold drafts!
Kenya, shirtless, sat atop a mountain of gold, puffing on his pipe, and waved to Tsunade, who stood dumbfounded at the village entrance:
"Auntie! We got paid!"
"Brother Daming is such a good guy. Not only did he double the military spending that had been withheld before, but he also insisted on sponsoring Iron Fist Heavy Industries with 500 million yuan for research and development!"
"I can't get rid of him even if I try!"
Tsunade: "..."
Shikaku: "..."
All the ninjas in the village. "..."
Going to Daming Prefecture to reason with them not only didn't trigger a war, but they actually extorted 500 million taels of silver and doubled the permanent military expenditure?!
What kind of insane move is that?!
The entire Konoha was instantly engulfed once again by a frenzied cheer.
However.
Just as the whole village was immersed in the joy of unprecedented wealth.
Deep within a dark valley rift where the Land of Fire and the Land of Rivers meet.
Two figures, dressed in black trench coats with red cloud patterns and wearing straw hats, slowly emerged from the deep shadows of the dense forest.
The Akatsuki is operating in the shadows, targeting Kakuzu and Hidan.