Konoha: Rebooting Life of a Medical Ninja

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This is the first time Yi Zhicheng regrets bringing Kong Kongyi with him, how many beautiful lives he will miss.

For the next half a month, he basically spent time in the chamber of commerce's workshop, borrowing sixteen craftsmen from the chamber of commerce to reforge six ninja knives into more perfect arrows.

In the past, ordinary steel could not withstand too many seals. Now, the energy storage metal of the double-knife flounder is extracted and made into arrow shafts, mixed with a little high-hardness metal of explosive knives, supplemented by recovery metal of beheading swords, ideally. The most perfect arrow body has been completed.

Among them, the most serious four lightning arrows are forged by melting and forging thunder knives, with densely packed seal characters engraved on them, which can be inserted in four directions to open the enchantment of the [Four Purple Thunder Formation]. Designed to catch Monzaemon.

I experimented secretly, and the scene was as grand as the coming of the **** of thunder, and it was very effective in the same way as Orochimaru's Sizi Yanzhen, which killed the third generation solo.

The materials for the detonating talisman and the purchased Langnin bandit captives have all been in place. The two secret factories of the factory are fully operational. A large number of detonating talismans are printed day and night by 12 fire escape ninjas, which can be printed every 2 seconds on average. 1 detonating talisman, excluding some refueling and handover time, can stably produce 500-600 detonating talismans per day.

The distance to catch up with Xiaonan's 600 billion is... 1.2 billion days.

Equivalent to the market price of 5,000 taels, that is 2.5 million taels per day.

Of course, the cost of raw materials is also as high as 2 million taels.

It is a veritable money printing machine.

Huang Shiro Yamamoto regarded it as a treasure and arranged it underground in the most secret workshop. Except for a few cronies and ninjas necessary for production, no one was allowed to approach him. Yi Zhicheng also set up a defensive barrier to prevent the door from entering. Zaemon Tudun sneaked into it.

Even so, he couldn't sleep every day, and he had to go to see it three times a night, for fear that the money printing machine would be stolen by ninjas who were open to money.

After a few days, I even haggarded a lot.

Until Yi Zhicheng told him that the printing press had its own psychic mark inside, even if it was taken to the ends of the earth, a psychic mark would come back.

Only then did Huang Shiro Yamamoto suddenly realize, and he admired Yi Zhicheng even more.

Yi Zhicheng also told him not to rush to sell the first batch of detonating charms, but to keep them for him.

Huang Shiro Yamamoto was not in a hurry to make a move at first. If such a large number of detonating talismans flowed into the market at once, it would easily arouse the covetousness of those who are interested.

In his words, he didn't even dare to find a supplier to make an agreement on buying materials, and he found retail investors to buy them.

This also made Yi Zhicheng value this businessman even more.

What about capitalists?

It's not enough to be able to do things reliably.

Damn... is the heart of iron will rusting?

…

Of course, Yi Zhicheng would occasionally go back to Fei Ji's workshop to see the progress of the two making the plane.

It took half a month to rebuild a propeller plane, but it was still too much effort. At this time, Fei Ji had already used her grandfather's reputation in the craftsman's union, and with some beer, she summoned all the craftsmen in the craftsman's ninja village to help.

If there is no accident, it will be completely completed before the Artisan God Conference.

Yi Zhicheng looked at Monzaemon, who was covered in butter in the engine compartment, as if he really devoted himself to this mechanical manufacturing project, and he didn't come to trouble himself once in half a month. .

But he knows that this old fox must not be underestimated at all. His favorite thing to do is to smash everything you own when you are at your best.

"Don't look at it, brat. The old man has become a good man. Now he only wants to make machines. He doesn't have time to play with you. Let's reconcile." Monzaemon said without raising his head.

"Well, that's the best." Yi Zhicheng didn't say much.

"Hey! Are you done with your work?" Fei Ji patted Yi Zhicheng's shoulder from behind.

"Well, it's almost there." Yi Zhicheng nodded.

"Well, the test flight has been successful twice, and there is only a small problem that needs to be debugged. You will definitely come to the Craftsman Conference tomorrow, right?" Fei Ji invited again.

"Yes, I will."

"This time I will definitely take the village back from the Chamber of Commerce! Let everyone have enough to eat!" Fei Ji vowed.

"Well, I believe you." Yi Zhicheng nodded.

"Then... see you soon!"

"See you or leave."

Yi Zhicheng had already turned around and left.

Monzaemon's soil avatar was still turning the screws, but the main body rose from the grass behind the workshop with a frown: "Damn...what's the matter recently, why can't I bring up any bad thoughts, and actually slack off?" so long…"

"Spirituality? Chucky! Report what he's been up to!"

He's been busy building airplanes recently, and he left the job of tracking Yi Zhicheng to that little puppet.

The little ghost Qiaji immediately began to report Yi Zhicheng's recent whereabouts with profanity, from the large-scale production of detonating symbols to the experiment of the Four Purple Thunder Array, and the scolding was imminent.

"A printing machine that can produce detonators like running water!?"

"Thundercage enchantment like destroying the world?"

"Asshole! Why didn't you report earlier!"

The more Monzaemon thought about it, the more hesitant he felt, and then he remembered that this brat said he would kill himself within a month, and now more than half a month has passed...

He is actually arranging these things?

"Idiot fool! Who knows you! Why are you so dazed by these scraps of copper and iron recently? Are you still the Monzaemon who has done all kinds of bad things? I thought you really went ashore and became a good man! People like you are not worthy Be my master!" the ghost puppet Chaji cursed angrily.

"Yeah, yeah... What's going on recently, I can't bring up any bad thoughts!" Monzaemon knocked on the head, and then showed his evil smile in a flash, looking at the other side who was passionately talking to his clone Discuss Fei Ji.

"I can't go on like this! I'm the great villain Monzaemon. I've done all kinds of bad things, and even **** dare not accept me!"

"I'm going to fly her into the sky tomorrow, and when she's at her best, I'll blow her down! Ha...haha...haha..."

"Why can't I laugh... His grandma, why can't I laugh when I did something bad!"

Monzaemon pulled his hair in despair and almost fell into a schizophrenia.

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Yi Zhicheng came to the luxurious office of Huang Shiro Yamamoto.

"What wind brought you here Paul-kun! Please sit down!" Yamamoto Koshiro pulled the stool enthusiastically and poured the best wine.

"Don't call me Paul anymore. I compromised with the capital. I don't deserve the name of this steel. My name is Yi Zhicheng." Yi Zhicheng sighed slightly.

As expected, I was not suitable for this kind of work. I was corrupted by capital halfway through my business.

"Okay, Makoto-kun, Boss Makoto! What are you looking for me this time?" Yamamoto Koshiro half-lyed on the sofa and looked at the boy.

"Tomorrow there will be a group of dark horses appearing at the God of Craftsman Conference, did you know?" Yi Zhicheng asked.

"Oh? You mean the plane made by that craftsman girl in the north of the village? Unexpectedly, you are also concerned about this matter." Huang Shiro Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.

"That's right, Yamamoto-kun is really well-informed." Yi Zhicheng nodded.

"Hahahaha... Although this so-called title of God of Craftsman is of no great use, it can still lead the village in name, so we must be cautious..." Huang Shiro Yamamoto sighed slightly.

"Then what measures are you going to take?" Yi Zhicheng continued to ask.

"Measures? There are no measures, no measures are needed, that Fei Ji can't win!" Huang Shiro Yamamoto shook the cigar in his hand.

"Could it be that you have a more powerful invention?"

"No, I've seen the report on that plane. It turns into the blue sky. It's definitely the greatest invention since the establishment of Takumi Ninja Village. It's an absolute genius, an absolute talent!" Huang Shiro Yamamoto gave a positive evaluation.

"Then how are you sure to win her?" Yi Zhicheng was a little puzzled.

"How to win? Hahahaha... The referees, judges, organizers, co-organizers, and security guards of the entire Artisan God Competition are all mine. Most of the veterans of the Artisan Association have collected my money. I win." Huang Shiro Yamamoto laughed heartily.

"Let her win tomorrow." Yi Zhicheng said flatly.

"Huh? Let her win?" Yamamoto Koshiro stiffened his mouth, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

"From tomorrow, Jiangxi Village will carry out reforms, and we will no longer earn money from the poor." Yi Zhicheng seemed to be the real leader of the chamber of commerce.

"People who don't earn the money of the poor? Whose money do they earn if they don't earn the money of the poor?" Huang Shiro Yamamoto was confused as he tapped his shiny hair.

"Whoever has money earns his money."

"My Makoto, this money is not easy to earn!" Huang Shiro Yamamoto shook his head after hearing this: "It might kill someone!"

"If you want to continue to make a fortune, just listen to me. There is still money to be made. No, I will leave with the money printing machine. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Those workers who don't need wages will be gifts to you." Yi Zhicheng is ready to get up.

"Wait, wait... my brother, please sit down!" Yamamoto Huang Shiro quickly pressed Yi Zhicheng's shoulders: "I have earned money from a poor man for ten years, from a small merchant to today's president of the chamber of commerce. In a word, let me change the way of making money... It is difficult for me to take this step..."

"Then I will take this step, and 70% of my profit will be handed over to the village for me." Yi Zhicheng said lightly.

"Are you going to be the savior?" Huang Shiro Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.

"No, there has never been a savior." Yi Zhicheng shook his head: "I just want to build a logistics supply base for me."

"I wish each of my weapons came from someone with free will, not a walking dead assembly line worker."

"Since my brother insists... I will support it with all my strength. Who told you to be my major shareholder! Hahahaha..." Huang Shiro Yamamoto shook hands heavily.

"Fei Ji... that's all I can do for you..." Yi Zhicheng was slightly silent.