Wind Country, Sand Ninja Village.
Ryosuke, who had never eaten pork before, finally saw pigs run. After a series of negotiations with these businessmen, he decided on a contract to buy glass.
As for the villagers who had forcefully bought the glass, they also left one by one after Windshade had guaranteed that they would sell it.
"Ryosuke, you're really something. Last time, when you said that you wanted to start a company and do business, I felt that it was a pity and thought that you were messing around. I didn't expect you to really succeed.”
After the villagers left, the third generation Fuzukage patted Ryosuke's shoulder and said with a smile.
The third generation was even more excited about the profits of the Ryosuke company than Ryosuke himself.
As long as Ryosuke's company was in Sanin Village, he would have to pay taxes for a day. With these taxes, he could train many ninjas.
Why was Wooden Leaf Village so rich that it could nurture so many ninjas?
Other than the funds allocated by the Daimyo and the commission fees, the village's taxes accounted for the majority of the profits. In fact, the tax revenue was far more than the commission fees.
The living environment in Sharen Village was so poor that even the third generation of Windshade wanted to personally mine for gold.
Now that there was a company that could collect taxes, was the second one far away?
As if he was thinking about how he would no longer have to worry about money in the future, and how he would be known as the strongest Windshade after nurturing a large number of ninjas, the third-generation successor laughed out loud.
As for snatching Ryosuke's company, the third generation of Windshade had never even thought about it, not to mention whether it was worthwhile to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Even Ryosuke himself wasn't someone that the third generation could easily manipulate. After all, behind Ryosuke was the Evergreen Tree Chiyo Elder of Sanin Village.
Since that was the case, it was better to let it flow slowly and collect protection fees in peace.
In the face of the praise from the third generation Fujiwara, Ryosuke felt a little awkward. Could it be that the product he planned to sell had not started yet?
To be honest, Ryosuke hadn't expected the unexpected explosion of glass.
Who would have thought that there wouldn't even be glass before the third battle? Even computers had appeared in the fourth battle.
"Lord Windshade, I intend to share the glass manufacturing method with the village.”
Ryosuke looked at the joyous Fujiwara III and said seriously.
"Hmm? Ryosuke, why are you doing this? Is someone gossiping behind your back? Men…"
Kazuki felt a chill run down his spine. He noticed the change in Granny Chiyoko's expression from the corner of his eye and quickly advised Ryosuke to stop her.
He couldn't let Chiyo suspect him. Otherwise, he would be secretly killed before his dream of becoming the strongest Windshade succeeded. After all, the third generation knew Chiyo's poison very well.
"Mr. Third Generation, please listen to me first. This is my plan. I will fund the technology, and the villagers will jointly set up a glass production factory. The profits will be shared equally with the village.”
"I'm also a ninja from the village! It is also my dream to make the village stronger.”
Seeing that the third-generation successor was still trying to dissuade him, Ryosuke's expression turned serious as he spoke.
"Ryosuke, you…"
"Third generation master, please listen to Ryosuke. This is my grandson's wish.”
Without waiting for the third generation Fujiwara to persuade him, Chiyoko looked at his grandson and agreed with a gratified expression.
"Ryosuke…I thank you for your contribution on behalf of the village!”
Seeing that Chiyo had agreed, the third generation Fujiwara no longer tried to dissuade him. He looked at Ryosuke's handsome face and bowed deeply in gratitude.
No matter how others commented on the third generation Windshade, as the shadow of the village, he only had one direction in his life, and that was for the village.
Of course, Ryosuke wasn't a saint. He had the noble sentiment of sacrificing everything for the village.
The production of glass was very simple. A fireball and a handful of sand could be used to create it.
Perhaps he didn't understand the key and could create glass of various colors, but he would be able to figure it out after a few experiments.
How could the witty Ryosuke not think of this?
Instead of others secretly imitating it after seeing that it could make money, it was better to be generous and let the village participate and restrain the ninjas.
This was called a level of risk.
Thus, with Ryosuke taking the lead, Chiyo endorsing, and Windshadow making the final decision.
In the future, the largest glass factory in the ninja world, the Shinobu Glass Factory, was established.
Seeing that the matter had been resolved successfully, Chiyo was about to bid farewell and leave. She planned to go home and cook a table of delicious dishes to celebrate.
Ryosuke suddenly remembered that his perfectly fine home had been turned into ruins by his Mist Kick.
In order not to be beaten half to death by the furious Chiyo, Ryo Jie rolled his eyes and said to Chiyo,"
"Granny, I plan to make a trip to the Grass Country while the Ninja Realm is still stable. I want to buy some seeds with strong vitality and see if I can build an oasis in the desert.”
"Ryosuke, it's a good thing that you have this intention, but if a desert can grow living plants, would it still be called a desert? Besides, your company has just been established. Can you do without you?”
Chiyo was unwilling to let her grandson leave her sight.
"Granny, don't worry. I'll pass the method of making the puppet artificial limbs to Brother Scorpion. I'm very confident in Brother Scorpion's talent.”
"When are you leaving?"
"There's no time to lose. I plan to leave today!”
He had to leave the village today, or else he would be beaten half to death by the furious Chiyo.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Master Windshade, I want to issue a mission. Send a few ninjas to accompany Ryousuke. The cost of the mission will be deducted from my salary.”
As an experienced ninja, Chiyo was well aware of the dangers of the ninja realm. Naturally, she did not want anything to happen to her grandson.
"Elder Chiyo, you don't have to spend money. As our partners, it's only right for you to send ninjas to escort us.”
After the village's finances were relieved, the third-generation Windshade, who used to search and search, was very generous.
"Granny, I'll be leaving first. Brother Scorpion, this is the design of the puppet's prosthetic limbs. Work hard. I'll give you a raise when you come back.”
Ryosuke took out a scroll that stored the design of the puppet's artificial limbs and threw it to Scorpion. Without waiting for Scorpion's reply, he quickly turned around and left.
As for Chiyo's anger after finding out that her home was destroyed, let Scorpion bear it. After all, it was Scorpion who caused it.
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