The Days of Being the Richest Man in the Ninja World

Chapter 170. Excellent!

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Yuto watched with satisfaction as the recharge amount in the backend skyrocketed.

No wonder, in his past life, every game—big festival or small—always had some kind of event! And even if there was no actual festival, they'd just make up some bizarre holiday for one.

Turns out... Selling Festival Gift Packs really works.

Just take a few items from the shop, Gift Pack them together, slap on a discount, and—bam!—the moment players compare the Gift Pack to regular shop prices, they'll feel like they're getting a great deal.

And so—

Once it starts, it doesn't stop.

Unless you stop recharging from the beginning, otherwise, you'll just feel like there's no point in keeping the money and continue to recharge.

"Looks like we should hold more events in the future!" Yuto sighed in admiration, shaking his head, though he felt a bit of regret.

If he had known earlier, he would have split the Land of Water and the Land of Rain events into separate ones.

Now—

Huge loss!

Brothers, it's really a massive loss!

Of course—

Since the event was already launched, he had to see it through to the end. Once this event wrapped up, he'd prepare the next one.

Otherwise, players would feel like they were being milked dry and develop a bad impression of the game.

Plus—

With Kirigakure and Amegakure joining, the major clans and ninja villages had no choice but to spend money to avoid embarrassment—so revenue had been climbing fast lately.

No need to push things too aggressively.

Yuto glanced around—by now, he had entered the Land of Wind, where endless yellow sand stretched in every direction.

If he hadn't hired a guide, he might have already gotten lost in this unfamiliar terrain.

Laying down network infrastructure here wouldn't be easy.

But for now, he wasn't planning to visit Sunagakure just yet.

Ever since Sunagakure lost the war and suffered heavy casualties, the Land of Wind's Daimyo had completely abandoned them—even cutting off their funds.

As a result, the Fourth Kazekage, who had just taken office, began to use his abilities, transformed himself into a gold digger, panning for gold in the desert, and working hard to make money to support the village.

So right now, the relationship between the Land of Wind and Sunagakure was pretty bad. Which meant—maybe he could ignore Sunagakure entirely and just focus on business in the Land of Wind.

"Maybe I should just throw money at the problem."

Once things were stable, then he'd deal with Sunagakure.

As Yuto was deep in thought—

Ding Ding!

A message popped up from the backend.

Yuto snapped back to reality and opened it immediately. Seeing the familiar username [Little White Man 10086], he was momentarily stunned.

He thought his plans had been exposed—after all, that group of white guys had been ignoring him lately.

He never expected them to reach out again.

He thought that no matter how dumb those White Zetsus were, they wouldn't be so easily deceived.

But—

[We want to sign up!]

Yuto stared at the message with an odd expression, hesitated for a moment, then sent a cryptic reply.

After all—he still had a bunch of White Zetsu tagging along with him!

Suppressing his guilt, he narrowed his eyes, a faint smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

[Great!]

[Congratulations! You are now our official partners!]

[Just pay 69,800 and bring in three more partners, and you can join our prestigious 1040 project!]

A short while later—

Ding Ding!

Yuto, with a heavy heart, accepted the recharge payment, feeling a growing sense of unease about online scams.

It seemed like—

He really needed to educate people about fraud prevention.

But—

Why did only a few White Zetsus join?

Did they run out of money?

Impossible!

Or…

Were they testing the waters to see if this was a scam?

Yuto's eyes flickered, and he shook his head with a sigh. "Where's the basic trust between people?"

As expected—

Did he have to give them a monthly salary first?

…

At the same time...

Not only had the White Zetsu run out of money, forcing them to beg Black Zetsu for funds—Even... a certain high-level filming crew in Konoha... was also nearly broke!

"No money!" Danzo looked at his two closest friends, his face filled with shame. "Daily food costs, production expenses... my last bit of savings is almost gone."

It happened again.

He was just one step away from success, yet he was facing the danger of running out of funds.

Danzo hesitated and looked at Hiruzen, his lips trembling. "Hiruzen..."

However—

"No!" Sarutobi Hiruzen shook his head without hesitation. "I'm not the Hokage anymore!"

"..." Danzo fell into a brief silence.

Once again, he had miscalculated—he hadn't expected filming equipment to be so expensive, nor had he realized that making a movie would be this complicated.

That's why it had come to this.

And Hiruzen… he was truly broke. If Biwako had known about that 80 million ryo from him, he probably wouldn't even have a home to return to.

He looked at Danzo, whose eyes were filled with melancholy and regret. He opened his mouth. "I..."

Before he could finish—

"It doesn't matter! Things are not that bad!" Danzo's expression suddenly turned ruthless. "If it doesn't work, I'll go and borrow some money! I don't believe that I can't borrow some money with my body!"

There seemed to be a murderous look on his face.

Sarutobi Hiruzen and Mitokado Homura were both stunned, seemingly shaken by Danzo's determination.

Especially Hiruzen—his hand, holding his smoking pipe, trembled slightly, almost dropping it to the ground.

"Danzo!"

"Hiruzen!"

"Danzo!"

He had underestimated Danzo's resolve.

Danzo...

This time...

It was definitely not for fun!

He was dead serious about making this movie!

However—

Just as Homura snapped out of their emotional moment, his expression turned conflicted. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "I still have a little left!"

"Forget it, Homura. Your little savings won't be enough!" Danzo also came back to his senses and shook his head calmly. "Just leave it to me!"

"Even 10 million ryo isn't enough?!" Homura clenched his teeth.

"10 million?!" ×2

At those words—

The two others suddenly understood something.

They recalled how, over time, Homura had been gradually stripped of his power, and their hearts filled with sympathy.

"It seems like you all know it..." Now that Homura had finally spoken up, he felt relieved, looking at Hiruzen. "Yes, it came from there..."

His eyes turned red. "Hiruzen! After taking his money, I didn't dare spend a single coin! I couldn't sleep at night, worrying you'd find out! I... I kept every last ryo locked in my closet! I swear, I really didn't spend a single ryo!"

"You… fool!" Hiruzen pointed at Homura, shaking his head helplessly. "Have you forgotten our original intention?"

"I just couldn't resist… But now, let's use this money to achieve our dream! Let's make this movie the best it can be! This time, we won't fail!"

"Homura!"

"Hiruzen!"

"Danzo!"

"Danzo!"

"Hiruzen!"

"Homura!"

As the three of them poured their hearts out, preparing for an all-out effort—

A handsome young man came over, looked at the affectionate trio, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Director Danzo, Editor Homura, Third Hokage-sama..."

"Oh? Is it Shisui?" The three snapped out of their emotional moment and looked at Shisui with big smiles. "What's the matter?"

A few days ago, to help Obito improve his acting, they had specifically invited Shisui to assist.

"I read Editor Homura's script, and I think it's really good." Shisui's eyes flickered. "But I always feel like something is missing."

"Oh?" Hearing a kid criticize his script, Homura frowned and looked at Shisui. "What's missing?"

"Right here—"

Shisui pointed at a scene.

"Shimura Denji misunderstood the relationship between Uchiha Nishikyo and Haruna, but after just one punch, he left. That doesn't fit Denji's stubborn and arrogant personality."

Hearing that Homura was actually listening, Shisui suddenly got excited.

"I think at that moment, Denji and Nishikyo should have fought fiercely! Haruna would be on the side, trying desperately to stop them, but they wouldn't listen! And then—a torrential downpour falls on all three of them, heightening the conflict and deepening the emotional intensity!"

As he spoke, he suddenly calmed down. Noticing the three pairs of eyes frowning at him, he awkwardly scratched his head.

"This is what I thought of after seeing Obito-senpai. That time, Obito-senpai and Kakashi-senpai..."

He hesitated and looked at the three big guys cautiously. "Will it be too bad?"

Silence.

Then—

"Excellent!" ×3

The three nodded in unison.

"Brilliant! That's exactly it! Art really comes from life! More conflict! More emotion!"

This kid...

Not bad at all!

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