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Chapter 68 The Role of Community Security Assistants

In the early morning in Konoha, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys, and the bustling commercial street is like a giant beast that has just awakened, noisy and full of vitality.

But unlike in the past, today's streets have an additional unique feature.

Every few dozen meters, you can see two or three burly men in black uniforms, with rubber batons hanging from their waists and silver "auxiliary police" badges pinned to their chests patrolling.

They didn't have ninja headbands, nor the agility to scale walls, but they had the advantage of numbers, and—their eyesight was incredibly sharp.

"Captain Dashan, patrol of the third district begins."

Oyama, who was once expelled from the ninja academy for only knowing how to use the Substitution Jutsu, now walks proudly down the street.

His muscular physique stretched his uniform taut, and he wore a red armband on his left arm and held a small notebook in his hand.

Following behind him was Uchiha Hima, who looked utterly bored but was actually observing from the shadows.

As a regular chunin in the police department, his current task is to keep order among these temporary workers.

"Old Li, move your signboard further in; it's blocking the tactile paving for the visually impaired!"

Da Shan stopped in front of a stall selling grilled squid, his loud voice shaking the signboard.

Old Li, the stall owner, was a seasoned veteran. He used to bow and scrape before the patrols, only outwardly complying while inwardly resisting. But when he saw Da Shan, he put on a fawning smile.

"Oh, Captain Dashan, let's pack up right away! Business was good this morning."

"Even if business is good, it doesn't mean you can block the way." Da Shan said sternly, pointing to the dark oil stain on the ground.

"Also, what's with the oil on the ground? According to the Konoha Sanitation Management Regulations, if you want our police department to send someone to clean the ground for you, there will be a sanitation cleaning fee of five hundred taels per visit."

"No, no, no!"

Upon hearing that he had to pay, Old Li immediately darted out from behind the counter, wielding a rag and a bucket. His movements were faster than hand seals. "I'll wash it myself! Right now! I guarantee it'll be so shiny you can see yourself in a mirror!"

"Okay, once it's clean, we won't accept it." Da Shan circled a note in his notebook. "Come back for a follow-up check in half an hour."

Uchiha Hima, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

In the past, when the Uchiha patrolled and encountered this situation, they would either kick over the stall or issue a fine with a cold face, which resulted in the villagers gossiping about them behind their backs.

But these auxiliary police officers... they understand these vendors' pain points all too well.

The logic that money is the lifeline and that doing things yourself will save money is simply impeccable.

……

The patrol continued forward.

Ahead is a crossroads, the area with the highest pedestrian traffic, and also the place where itinerant vendors like to "play hide-and-seek" with the authorities.

In the past, when these itinerant vendors saw the police, they would run away like mice before a cat, pushing their carts into the alleys. They were impossible to catch, let alone collect taxes from.

But today, things have changed.

A vendor selling candied hawthorns from his cart was about to stop at a prime spot when he was flanked by two auxiliary police officers in black uniforms.

"Hey, hey, big brother! I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!" The vendor instinctively tried to push his cart away and run away.

A large, calloused hand pressed down on his handlebars.

The mountain stood like an iron tower blocking his way, its face devoid of any murderous intent, only displaying a businesslike seriousness.

"Why are you running? I'm not going to arrest you and put you in jail."

"Then...what are they going to do?" the vendor asked, trembling.

"Pay the stall fee."

Da Shan pulled a stack of receipts from his pocket. "According to the village's regulations, engaging in commercial activities in public areas requires paying a temporary stall management fee. This area is designated as Category A by the village, and it costs fifty taels per day."

"Huh? I have to pay?" the vendor said with a pained expression. "It never used to be like this..."

"You were operating illegally before, and if you were caught, your equipment would be confiscated."

Dashan pointed to the badge on his chest, his tone becoming more serious.

"Now that you've paid the money, we'll give you a receipt, and you're legally setting up a stall. As long as you don't block the road, no one will kick you out all day. The police department is also responsible for the security of this area, so we guarantee no one will dare to collect protection money from you."

The vendor paused for a moment, his eyes darting around.

Fifty taels... doesn't seem too expensive? And if you can really set up your stall peacefully for a day without having to hide like a thief, this business will definitely break even!

"Really...no one kicked me out?"

"See that Uchiha-sama?" Oyama pointed to Hima behind him, who had his arms crossed. "That's the one who guarantees it."

The vendor glanced at the cold-faced Huojian and instantly felt an overwhelming sense of security.

"I'll hand it over! I'll hand it over!"

The vendor readily pulled out fifty taels of coins.

Da Shan skillfully tore off an invoice and handed it to him: "Keep this safe, it's proof. Also, display your Food Safety Certificate."

"Uh...that..." The vendor's eyes began to dart around, "I forgot to bring it."

"Forgot to bring it?"

Da Shan sneered and took out a card reader-like device from his waist—it was a chakra information terminal that Nishikawa Tetsu had tinkered with. Although its functions were rudimentary, it could check some basic data.

"Give me your name so I can check your file."

"Iwa... Iwasaki Taro."

Dashan pressed a few buttons on the machine, and with a "beep," the red light came on.

"Taro Iwasaki, your documents expired last week."

Da Shan put away the machine, his face darkening.

"Operating beyond the expiration date is considered operating without a license. You have two choices: First, close your stall immediately and go to the police department service hall to reissue your license, which will cost twenty taels; second, I will impound your cart now, and you will have to pay a fine of two hundred taels to redeem it."

"Fix it! I'll go fix it!"

Taro Iwasaki nearly jumped out of his skin in fright. "I'll go right now! Could you watch the car for me for a bit, bro?"

"Okay, hurry up and come back. If you're not back in half an hour, it's considered illegal parking."

Seeing him rushing towards the police department's service hall, Uchiha Hima finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward.

"This is... the grid management that Assistant Nishikawa was talking about?"

Looking at the thick stack of stall fee receipts in Daiyama's hand, Kama felt a pang of doubt.

Previously, they could barely collect any management fees each month, relying entirely on family subsidies.

Now look what's happened! This group of ordinary people without chakra have actually managed to subdue these slippery merchants.

"Lord Kaima."

Da Shan smiled憨厚ly and sorted out the receipts.

"Actually, it's not that people don't want to pay, but mainly it's that they didn't know who to pay to before, and there was no receipt, plus they were afraid of being punished later. Although the village has regulations, nobody cares. Now that the police department is in charge, paying the money means they can do business in peace, so who wouldn't want that?"

Huojian was silent for a moment, looking at the vendors on the street who were selling their goods with peace of mind, their signs indicating that they had paid, and then at the orderly street.

"...Well done."

Evening, Finance Department of the Police Department.

"Splash—"

One by one, heavy money bags were dumped onto the long table, the sound of coins clattering together like heavenly music.

Although each transaction involves only tens or hundreds of taels of silver, the sheer volume of money involved is staggering. How many itinerant vendors are there in Konoha? How many shops?

This is the principle of accumulating small amounts of sand to form a tower.

Nishikawa Toru looked at the mountain of coins and said to Fugaku beside him:

"See that, senior? This money is the most stable cash flow."

"And most importantly..."

Nishikawa Tetsu picked up a stall fee invoice and pointed to the "Konoha Village Finance Seal" printed on it.

"Although we collected this money, it was nominally collected on behalf of the village. We only kept 30% as 'collection service fee' and 'staff wages,' and the remaining 70% had to be handed over to the Hokage Building."

"Hand it over?!" Fugaku wasn't incomprehensible, but, "Why should they get so much?"

"This is the village's rule. We used to turn a blind eye to it, but now that we're really following the rules, we have to be more disciplined. It's like paying protection money."

Nishikawa Tetsu grinned like a fox: "Besides, if we don't give the village the lion's share, someone might jump out tomorrow and accuse us of setting up checkpoints and exploiting the people. But as long as the village's finance department sees this sum..."

"They'll beg us to keep taking them."

Fugaku imagined the scene and couldn't help but smile.

"I see."