Crazy Dave Of Konoha

"Grandpa, I seem to have heard you talk about lottery tickets. Is this thing the same as a casino?" Tsunade returned to Senju Station that day and saw Hashirama busy there, and asked suspiciously.

"Oh? Lottery, hey hey, that's much more fun than the casino!" Hashirama replied with a smile after hearing his granddaughter's words.

"Really?" Tsunade expressed a little disbelief.

"Of course, think about your grandpa and my peak moment. I only spent 2 silver taels to buy a lottery ticket and earned 50 silver taels, which doubled 25 times. It is much more fun than the casino." Hashirama thought of his peak moment, Said slowly.

"Oh? I'll try it!" Tsunade's eyes lit up. After saying that, he hurriedly ran out.

Although Tsunade is a good gambler, she always loses. Even if she is a good gambler, she has felt a little bored these days.

Hashirama looked at Tsunade leaving. This kid was so anxious. Before I could finish my words, he bought 100,000 taels or 50,000 lottery tickets and won the 50 taels...

Then, Hashirama sighed and sat on the steps...

"Hashirama, what's wrong with you?" Mito came home from the square dance and saw a somewhat desolate Hashirama over there and asked in confusion.

"No one wants to invest in my shared phone booth, not even Madara," Hashirama said sadly.

"What kind of shared phone booth? What kind of investment?" Mito suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"This comes from the 30,000 silver taels I saved from Madara..."

Hashirama hasn't finished speaking yet...

"Wait a minute, where did you get thirty thousand silver taels?"

"Of course it's the personal money I saved," Hashirama said without thinking.

"Oh, it turns out you are still saving money for private housing."

....

The night is so cold in this hot summer season. At least that's how Hashirama sees it.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, Hashirama hugged the quilt and squatted at the door of the toilet outside the house, thinking about how to attract investment...

"Wait a minute, bathroom?" Suddenly, Hashirama thought of something.

Then Hashirama took out his cell phone and made a certain call.

"Who is it? It's midnight, I'm busy here, you know?" The phone was connected, and an impatient voice came from the other side.

"That, Black Zetsu, is me, Hashirama."

"Oh, Hashirama, what's going on?"

...

"You want to attract investment from me? If you invest, will you make money?" Black Zetsu on the other side of the phone said in a daze.

"That money must be a lot of money, let me tell you..." Hashirama chirped.

"...Well, come to the xx warehouse at the east end of the village, and we'll have an interview." Black Zetsu was a little confused and said quickly.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there soon." Hashirama threw out the quilt in his hand and jumped over the wall excitedly.

When they arrived at the entrance of the warehouse, Black Zetsu was already standing there waiting.

Black Zetsu invited Hashirama in to talk, but Hashirama said excitedly that he didn't have to, so he started talking to him outside.

"Shared phone booth...scan the QR code...this??? No, no, you can make so much money." Black Zetsu even realized it and waved his hand quickly.

"Oh...you even said that..." Hashirama was a little disappointed...

Black Zetsu looked at Hashirama's bruised face and lost expression, and was about to say something.

"In this way, since sharing phone booths is not possible, I still have many ideas here, such as sharing swimming pools, sharing garbage dumps..."

Unexpectedly, Hashirama suddenly changed his words and turned around to express some of his new ideas.

Black Zetsu knew it was unreliable. He was just about to send Hashirama away with his hands. Alas, he should have known. How could Hashirama's brain be interested in making money?

"Wait a minute, what did you just say? What were you sharing?" Black Zetsu suddenly heard two familiar words and asked suddenly.

"Shared pig farm?"

"No, the one in front"

"Shared toilet?"

"I think there's something wrong with this."

...

Ever since, the two started chatting about sharing the toilet...

"Wait a minute, shared toilet...don't our village have a public toilet?" Black Zetsu suddenly thought of something and said.

"Tsk, look at you, you have no economic sense at all." Hashirama shook his head.

"How to say?" Black Zetsu wondered

"Pooping should be a matter of enjoyment. Since it is for people to enjoy comfort, then we might as well make enjoyment the theme of this shared toilet!" Hashirama's eyes sparkled.

"You might as well speak." Black Zetsu nodded quickly.

"We can improve the quality of shared toilets and divide them into shared toilets, ordinary toilets, high-quality toilets, and luxury single-room toilets," Hashirama said slowly.

"Continue" Black Zetsu said.

"Shared toilets are cheap, and two people share one pit. Ordinary toilets are ordinary toilets with average prices. For high-quality toilets, we must decorate the toilets to be warm and comfortable, so that customers can feel as if they are entering home when entering the toilets. ! If we want to use paper, we must use Hashirama wood to give our customers the best experience!" Hashirama said slowly.

"What about the deluxe single bathroom?" Black Zetsu's eyes became brighter as he listened.

"There is an explanation for this. Make the toilet a 20-square-meter single room, with a toilet and a squatting method. We need to install a high-definition liquid TV on the wall. The network signal and WiFi must be full as standard. In addition, , don’t you have a lot of White Zetsu here, you can let them help customers wipe their butts, giving them the best quality enjoyment!”

"Okay! Well said! It can be done! It can be done!!" Black Zetsu burst into tears after hearing this.

"Let me think about it, build one in Konoha first, and when we make a lot of money, we will go to the ninja world! Open shared toilets in every corner of the ninja world!" Hashirama said equally excitedly.

"In this case, how about you first invest 5 million in me to build Konoha's first shared toilet, and we will split the profit 50/50!" Hashirama continued.

"Okay, but if so, it's sixty-four points." Black Zetsu nodded.

"Huh?" Hashirama was stunned. If it's four or six... that's fine, as long as he can make money. He, Hashirama, is about to take the first step towards financial independence!

"I mean, you're six and I'm four, but give me all the shit the customers poop!" Black Zetsu looked at Hashirama's expression and said hurriedly.

"no problem!"

Hashirama nodded.

"Well, it's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"