boyutpedia Chapter 35 The Golden Passport
Chapter 35 The Golden Passport
Without wasting any words, Sosuke opened the black leather suitcase in his hand.
A flash of golden light appeared.
Three hundred taels of gold (about 10 kilograms) dazzled the eyes in the dimly lit reception room.
Soji sat up straight, his gaze lingering on the box of gold for three seconds before slowly shifting to Sosuke's face.
"That's interesting."
He waved his hand, and the two men who were standing inside understood and left, closing the door behind them.
"Tell me, whose life do you want to buy?" Soji asked.
"I won't buy my life, I'll buy my way."
Sosuke closed the box and pushed it in front of Soji.
"This is the first payment for security assistance. It's equivalent to 600,000 taels of silver."
"Next, Takaya Shokai will be launching a product called 'Water Purification.' We hope to establish a deep partnership with the security forces."
Souji stroked his chin, his eyes sharpening.
"That water that's recently been selling for 500 taels a bottle on the black market?"
"Exactly."
"continue."
"First, we will provide the Third Squad with one hundred bottles of clean water every month free of charge. This is a benefit for the brothers."
"Secondly, we will allocate 30% of the net profit from the sale of this product to the security team's slush fund."
"third……"
Sosuke paused for a moment, then pointed out the window.
"We need a sign."
"【Konoha Police Force Medical Supply Point】".
Zongsi smiled.
"You want to use the Uchiha clan's name as a shield?"
"No, it's a win-win situation." Sousuke looked directly into those black eyes. "Captain Soushi, I know the security force is short of funds. Those old men in Konoha's upper echelons are hoarding all the money, and the brothers in the security force can't even afford to buy a new ninja sword."
This statement hit Soji's sore spot.
The village has been suppressing the clan, and it is these guards who do the dirty and hard work who suffer.
"You know a lot, kid."
Soji stood up and walked up to Sosuke. He was a head taller than Sosuke, and his presence was imposing.
"But if this gets blown up, Danzo will be watching."
"As long as it's within the jurisdiction of the police force and the procedures are in accordance with regulations, Root's influence can't reach in," Sousuke said calmly. "Unless, the Uchiha admit that they can't protect the taxpayers."
Provocation tactic.
Zongsi narrowed his eyes, then patted the black leather suitcase.
"Thirty percent is too little."
He held out his hand.
"Fifty percent."
"Furthermore, I need to report to the clan. Without the tacit approval of the Eighth Generation Elder and the Fugaku Clan Head, I wouldn't dare to issue this plaque indiscriminately."
Takaya Jiro, who was listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat. Fifty percent!
But Sousuke didn't even flinch.
"make a deal."
"happy!"
Soji picked up the heavy box and threw it into the safe under his desk.
"If nothing unexpected happens, I'll have someone deliver the plaque tomorrow. It will be stamped with our garrison's seal."
"With this seal, anyone who dares to touch you will be considered to have clashed with the security force."
Soji walked over to Sosuke and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Sousuke, I wasn't wrong about you. I felt a month ago that you were no ordinary person."
"Work hard. As long as the money's right, the Uchiha clan will be your backer."
"in addition……"
Zongsi lowered his voice, a red glint flashing in his eyes.
"I heard you're practicing manipulation techniques? Or are you working with that useless Yuanzai?"
"Yes."
"Although Genzo is no longer a hero, he was still quite famous back in the day as 'Steel Spider'." Souji smiled. "Now that you're one of ours, if you ever want to get your hands on any contraband items discarded by the security forces, like explosive tags and Fuma shuriken... you can come to me privately."
Sosuke's eyes lit up.
This is what he wanted most.
Ninja tools are now subject to control, and it's impossible to purchase many from ninja tool shops.
The Uchiha clan's resources are priceless.
"Thank you, Captain Souji."
……
The next morning.
A brand-new wooden sign was hung on the door of the West Street warehouse.
Black background with red lettering.
[Designated medical supply point for the Konoha Police Force].
In the lower right corner, there is that bright red fan-shaped seal that inspires both fear and disgust throughout Konoha.
The effect is immediate.
The few unfamiliar faces who had been loitering around there—probably spies from some gang or petty thieves looking to steal—disappeared the moment they saw the seal, as if they had seen a plague.
Even the tax official in charge of this area pretended not to see it when he passed by and took a detour.
The Uchiha clan's infamy is sometimes more effective than the Hokage's orders.
Around noon.
Takaya Jiro's convoy stopped in front of the warehouse.
He looked at the sign, still feeling the pain of losing half the profit, but seeing the peaceful scene, he had to admit defeat.
"You're ruthless," the fat man exclaimed. "This move has tied us to the Uchiha's chariot as well."
It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement.
With the garrison's badge, they are now a legitimate "military supply provider."
Several workers unloaded two heavy iron boxes from the carriage.
The box landed with a dull thud.
"It's all here."
Takaya Jiro dismissed his attendants, leaving only Sosuke behind.
He opened the box.
The golden light instantly illuminated the dim warehouse.
It's not banknotes.
They are all gold bars.
During this time of war, the value of paper money was depreciating, and only gold remained a hard currency.
"Here is one thousand taels of gold (approximately 32 kilograms), equivalent to two million taels of cash."
Takaya Jiro wiped his sweat, his eyes showing both heartache and excitement.
"This is the advance payment for the next batch of one thousand bottles of stock solution."
The fat boy is very sensible.
He knew that Sosuke needed a "special process" to make this holy water, which would definitely consume a lot of resources, so he provided the funds in advance.
Sosuke looked at the two boxes of gold.
His expression was calm.
For someone who can generate gold with the flick of a finger, this pile of metal itself holds no appeal.
But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Thanks, Uncle. This batch of concentrate will be delivered in seven days."
"Okay! I knew you were reliable!"
Takaya Jiro rubbed his hands together.
After seeing Takaya Jiro off.
The warehouse door was closed again.
Sosuke locked the door.
Standing in front of those two boxes of gold.
He extended his right hand, palm facing up.
A slight thought.
【generate】.
A gold bar, identical in size, weight, and color to the one in the box, appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Sosuke threw the gold in his hand into the box, where it was mixed in with the original gold.
A crisp, clear sound of impact.
To Sosuke, the sound was more beautiful than any music.
"finally……"
Sosuke breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the moment he has been waiting for.
Previously, he had unlimited gold and silver, but dared not spend it extravagantly.
Because if a poor boy with no background suddenly produces a large amount of gold, he will be thoroughly investigated by the secret police.
But it's different now.
He is a partner in the Takaya Trading Company and a supplier to the security forces.
He has millions of taels of cash in his hands.
Who can tell whether the gold he spent was given to him by Takaya Jiro or generated by himself?
From then on, his "unlimited gold and silver" finally had a passport to be circulated openly and legally.