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Chapter 21 Uncle's Ambition
For the next three days, Sosuke was like a useless person.
The price of transforming into the Wind Demon's Shuriken and forcefully cutting into the tree trunk was greater than expected.
It's not just a soft tissue contusion.
Even more serious is the damage to the inner ear vestibule.
Even when you're lying still in bed, the ceiling seems to be spinning.
As soon as I close my eyes, my body feels like it's still spinning rapidly in that damn air.
Nausea.
want to vomit.
Even drinking water triggers severe dry heaving.
Sosuke was lying in bed.
The room was filled with the sour smell of medicinal wine and vomit.
He did not open the shop.
Even something as simple as getting out of bed requires ten minutes of mental preparation.
Transforming into a fuma shuriken, spinning at high speed and colliding with hard objects—this suicidal training is far too advanced for the human body.
That madman, Genzo, was training him like a real ninja.
However, his physical condition couldn't keep up.
Sosuke took out a piece of the raccoon's liver.
There's only half left.
His hands trembled as he shoved it into his mouth, too weak to even pour out the wine to neutralize the toxins.
Swallow it whole.
That familiar, knife-like pain struck again.
My stomach is spasming.
But the intense pain actually suppressed the dizziness in my head.
Use pain relief to stop dizziness.
As the wind-style chakra spread, he felt the damaged capillaries in his body slowly repairing.
By the evening of the third day.
The world has finally stopped spinning.
Although I still feel a bit unsteady when I walk, as if I'm walking on cotton, at least I can walk in a straight line now.
Sosuke got up.
He took a shower, washing away the sour smell from his body.
Looking at myself in the mirror.
Thin.
The torment of the past three days, coupled with the consumption of poisonous ninja beast organs, made his already weak body appear even thinner.
Prominent cheekbones and deep-set eyes.
But those eyes were frighteningly bright.
That was the look in a wild beast's eyes.
He applied a thick layer of foundation to his face to cover his pale complexion.
Then the shop door was opened.
To his surprise, there was a horse-drawn carriage parked at the door.
It looks familiar.
That's a car belonging to the Takaya Trading Company.
A person got off the car; it wasn't Takaya Jiro, but Dr. Doi.
"Mr. Sosuke."
When Dr. Doi saw Sosuke, his face was full of smiles.
"The boss would like to ask you to come over."
"Now?"
"Yes, right now. At Zuiyue Tower."
Sosuke raised an eyebrow.
Zuiyue Tower.
That was a den of iniquity, but also a place to conduct big business deals.
It seems that the fat man has recovered well and has new ideas.
Sosuke followed Doi into the carriage.
The carriage was very comfortable, and tea and snacks were provided.
Half an hour later.
A private room at Zuiyue Tower.
Takaya Jiro was sitting on the tatami mat, with a geisha in his arms and a sake cup in his hand.
The bandage on his neck had been removed, leaving a pink scar.
She looks even fatter, with a ruddy complexion.
"My dear nephew!"
Upon seeing Sousuke enter, Takaya Jiro pushed aside the geisha and waved with a loud laugh.
"Come and sit down. Try this sake, the best sake in the Land of Fire, three thousand ryo a bottle."
Sousuke sat down.
But he didn't drink.
"Did Uncle need to see me about something?"
Takaya Jiro waved his hand, and the geisha and Doi withdrew.
Only the uncle and nephew remained in the room.
The fat man's smile faded slightly, revealing the shrewdness of a businessman.
"Your shop seems to be doing quite well lately."
Takaya Jiro poured himself a glass of wine.
"That 'Clean Water' has become famous even in the inner city."
"It's a small business," Sosuke said casually, "just earning a little money through hard work."
"Hard-earned money?"
Takaya Jiro pulled a small bottle out of his pocket.
It was the same pure water that Sosuke sold for 50 taels a bottle.
"I had it tested."
Takayajiro shook the bottle.
"It contains trace amounts of silver. Although very little, the craftsmanship is extremely high. The fineness of that silver powder is something even the best craftsmen in Konoha cannot achieve."
Zongsuke's eyes were slightly cold.
The fat man is investigating him.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Don't be nervous." Takaya Jiro smiled. "Everyone has secrets. I don't care how you got it; I care about its value."
He placed the bottle on the table.
"50 taels, that's too cheap."
"If this kind of water, which can prevent infection, were placed on the battlefield, it would be worth 500 taels of silver and people would be fighting over it."
"I want to work with you."
Takaya Jiro leaned forward, his eyes, shrunk by fat, gleaming with greed.
"You'll be responsible for producing the concentrate. I'll handle the dilution, packaging, shipping, and sales."
"Not just Konoha. I'm going to sell it to every town in the Land of Fire, even to the Daimyo's army."
Sosuke considered it for a moment.
This is a huge temptation.
It is also a huge risk.
Once scaled up, the demand for silver will surge.
Although he can generate an infinite amount of silver, if hundreds of kilograms of silver suddenly appeared out of thin air every day, even a fool could see the problem.
But he couldn't refuse.
Rejecting Takaya Jiro is tantamount to losing this protective umbrella.
Moreover, he also needs this channel to earn more wealth.
Only in this way can he openly and legitimately spend the gold and silver he has generated on the market.
"Production is limited," Sosuke said. "It's a family heirloom technique, and it takes a lot of effort."
"I can provide you with an assistant."
"No. The secret recipe is not to be shared."
Sosuke refused very decisively.
"Then let's limit production." Takaya Jiro conceded, "How many can you provide each month?"
Sosuke did some calculations.
If it is a high-concentration stock solution, one bottle can be diluted into one hundred bottles of ordinary purified water.
He only needs to think about it to generate enough silver powder.
The problem is controlling the amount to a reasonable level.
"One hundred bottles of concentrate." Sosuke held up one finger. "I want two thousand taels for each bottle."
Takaya Jiro was taken aback.
He quickly calculated in his mind.
One hundred bottles of the original solution cost two hundred thousand taels of silver.
After dilution, it becomes 10,000 bottles of purified water.
Based on a price of 200 taels per bottle (after the price increase), the sales revenue would be two million taels.
After deducting the cost of bottles, labor, and transportation, the profit is at least one million taels.
And this is a conservative estimate.
If sold to the military, the price could double.
"make a deal."
Takaya Jiro slapped his thigh.
"But I want exclusive distribution rights."
"Can."
"I've already drafted the contract."
Takaya Jiro took out a scroll.
Sosuke read it once.
The terms are fairly fair. It's a 70/30 split. Sosuke gets 30%.
He signed it.
"happy!"
Takaya Jiro laughed loudly.
"Now that we're partners, I'll give you a heads-up."
The fat man lowered his voice and his expression became serious.
"The world has been rather turbulent lately."
"It seems that Sunagakure is gathering troops on the border."
"Both iron and grain prices are rising. If you have spare money, stock up on supplies."
Zongsuke's heart trembled.
Is the Third Shinobi World War about to begin?
It seemed to be many years earlier than the timeline he remembered.
Or is it the butterfly effect?
"Thanks for reminding me."
"Also," Takaya Jiro pointed out the window, "your shop is too small. I have a warehouse on West Street; you can 'produce' there from now on. It's quiet there, and no one will bother you."
This is to provide Sosuke with a more secluded place.
It also implies: I know you need to keep this a secret.
Sosuke nodded.
This fat guy, though greedy, is indeed a good teammate.
As long as interests align, he is more reliable than anyone else.
When Zongjie came out of Zuiyuelou, he had a thick stack of banknotes in his hand.
Five hundred thousand taels.
This is the advance payment for the first batch of raw materials.
With this money, Sosuke's confidence instantly soared.
He did not return to the store.
Instead, they went to the black market again.