Naruto's Will of the Earth

The two girls who got the tip became even more enthusiastic and kept introducing all kinds of fun things to Uehara. As for Sasaki and Spider Maru, who stood like door gods in the back, they were naturally ignored by them. ..

The two girls were chattering, but Uehara didn't hear a word clearly.

After the kind reminders of the two girls, Uehara knew the entrance to the black market that he would not tell outsiders. Uehara thanked the two of them and walked straight towards a mural. An old man standing guard next to the mural saw someone coming and pulled the rope next to the mural. The mural rose and a narrow passage appeared.

Uehara nodded to Spidermaru and Sasaki and walked in.

After waiting in the darkness for a long time, I finally walked out of the corridor. My eyes lit up and I suddenly became cheerful. Who would have known that there would be a whole other world underneath Kabukicho.

The noisy voices, mixed with the not-so-fresh air, made Uehara's breathing stagnant. Just as he was about to consider where to go, someone had already come over and led him to an area with a better environment.

"Looking at your appearance, you must be from a wealthy family in some country. I didn't expect you to come to a small place like ours." An old man in elegant clothes looked at Uehara who was brought by the attendant, and said after a cursory glance.

"Old man, you are not very discerning. I am not a child of a wealthy family. I just have a caravan under my command." Uehara waved his fan indifferently and said with a yawn. "There are quite a lot of types of gambling here. Do you need to change your chips?"

"This is the first time a guest comes, and he will receive five thousand chips for free." The old man waved his hand, and a waiter brought a plate of chips.

"Thank you." Uehara nodded, then stood up and left with Spider Maru and Sasaki.

After Uehara left, the old man asked the samurai guarding him, "Ryuusuke, has this kid come to the town in the past two days?"

The samurai known as Ryusuke walked out of the shadows behind the pillar after hearing this, "That kid and his men, although they are very covert, we guess that he may not only have three or five guards, but his guards are probably Ninja, the manpower we deploy is always easily discovered by them."

The old man nodded and looked puzzledly at Uehara, who was crowded in a crowd of people wearing fine clothes and looking around excitedly. "With ninja guards, could it be that the heir to the daimyo of a small country is not in such a war?"

As a local snake in Shinano Town, Murakami has more than years of experience in running underground casinos and black markets. He has an absolutely vicious eye and can spot the weirdness of Uehara at a glance.

But ordinary people are ordinary people. Although the surveillance of the town is quite effective, Murakami doesn't have enough manpower. In addition, Uehara and the others are elusive ninjas. He would not have guessed that there are more than just people in the small hotel he is monitoring. Instead of a dozen people, there were as many as a hundred ninjas ambushed.

"big"

"Hurry up and I'll keep you safe"

"Asshole, why did you lose again?"

Life was full of excitement, and Uehara looked around and saw some clues. Sure enough, casinos all over the world and even in all aspects are the same. No matter how the rules change or how many tricks there are, the banker must win in the end.

As someone who has watched legal channels and various secret-revealing programs, Uehara knows all about the tricks in casinos. Guessing the size is the simplest way to play. In fact, there are rules to be found. There are often more people betting on the big number, and the number of dice will be smaller, and vice versa. This is a conclusion that can be drawn by careful observation and statistics. However, looking at the howling gamblers with bloodshot eyes all around, it is impossible for them to analyze calmly in this situation.

Another game started. Uehara quickly calculated the bets placed by the two parties. "Spider Maru, believe it or not, I will definitely win this time." Before he finished speaking, Uehara threw a thousand weights on the gambling table. superior.

"One, one, four, six o'clock is the big one" is the opening, and the one who has the upper hand wins this round.

"Qie" Spider looked at Uehara with disdain. The Gu cup contained a large one, but the one Uehara had just placed was a small one.

"Well" Uehara was a little embarrassed, "Actually, this kind of judgment is based on big data. Enough data will be meaningful, and a single data is not meaningful." Uehara didn't care whether Ziwan understood or not, he didn't Time explained, and another round began.

Uehara always puts the weight on at the end, and there are winners and losers. If you carefully analyze the data, you will find that the ratio of winners to losers is roughly ten to eight, and the ratio gradually stabilizes.

When one gambling table was almost done, Uehara moved to another one. Spider Maru helped him carry the plate with weights, and the amount inside almost doubled.

I don't know how much time passed, but Uehara, who had been very secretive, after changing more than twenty gaming tables, Spider Maru found that the weights could no longer be placed on the plate where Spider Maru placed them, and they kept moving as he moved. It fell down, causing Spider Maru to stop and stop, asking Sasaki to help him pick up the weights.

"I said Spider Pill, forget it if you drop it, don't pick it up, we have so many, we don't need these few." Uehara said, looking at the group of poor people who followed Spider Pill to pick up the weights they missed, Uehara He grabbed two handfuls and threw them out very domineeringly, "Here, I'll give them to you, play with them as you like." The crowd was excited, and there were cheers one after another behind Uehara. Uehara flipped up his cloak and turned around to leave.

Not mentioning the pain of Spider-Man and Sasaki, when Uehara came to the place where weights were changed again, Murakami's face became restless when he saw Uehara with a strong record.

"It's too hot here." Uehara casually pulled up a stool and sat down. He picked up the cup and poured himself a glass of water. "Help exchange our weights for Konoha coins. The five thousand weights you lent me." I'll give it back to you." Uehara casually picked up a pile of weights and pushed them in front of the old man. The pile was definitely more than five thousand.

"It's amazing. Very few people can win so much at one time. Do you play often?" Murakami is a character who is used to seeing the wind and waves. He quickly adjusted his mentality and snapped his fingers with a peaceful face. A capable attendant took Uehara's pile of weights. Take away inventory.

"Yes, I often play, but the minimum denomination of our weights is ." Uehara lied lightly, without blinking. In fact, Uehara has no gambling experience. Gambling is actually a mathematical problem involving probability theory, game theory, coordination, optimal solution and other knowledge. If these things are separated, it will be a mathematical model. How to deduce Uehara's merger process? I don’t know, but Uehara knows the correct result.

Compared with the primitive gambling methods in this world, if he was told that there is a movie called Blackjack Showdown, in which a group of genius math teenagers who have never been exposed to gambling rely on their mathematical knowledge to cause turmoil in the casino city of Las Vegas. They will definitely lose their teeth.

Over a cup of tea, Uehara counted and played with the weights, and the amount of cash exchanged amounted to . Spider-Man was breathing rapidly, but Uehara just grabbed it twice and ignored it like no one else.

"The money is still too little." Uehara said helplessly.

"I heard that you can also exchange information and the like here, right?" Uehara asked tentatively.

"Yes, we will evaluate the value of the information." Murakami became interested upon hearing this.

"There is a piece of information about Sansho Hanzo, who is known as the demigod. This is information about him." Uehara Feng Qingyun said calmly while sipping tea while secretly observing the other party's expression.

"If it is this gentleman's information, we have no way to verify it," Murakami said awkwardly.

"How to verify it is your business. Don't say that you can't sell the information to ninjas from other countries. Hanzo alone represents at least half of the combat power of Yu Ninja Village. It is estimated that not many people know that he is not in Yu Ninja Village. At this time, if anyone is interested in Rain Ninja Village, the value of this piece of information is immeasurable." Uehara looked at the other person's slightly forward body and his hands tightly squeezed together, and felt confident that the other person looked like he was not interested. That's the weird thing.

"Let's make a price for this piece of information." Uehara completely occupied the home court.

"If the information is true, we can pay Konoha coins first, and when the information is confirmed, we will pay the remaining ."

"The source of the information is Yuhe Shanshi from Yunin Village. Do you know this guy?" Uehara asked insinuatingly.

"Well, that sounds a bit reliable." Murakami gave Uehara a strange look, "How do you know these things?"

"How do I know? Just don't ask. Just like I asked you, there are no ninjas in your town, but you have not been affected by the war. If I ask you who you work for, you won't tell me. " Uehara choked back his words without revealing any flaws.

There was silence for a moment, and finally, Murakami nodded, thinking this was good information. He also felt that Uehara would be a good partner, and decided to broker the deal.

Murakami clapped his hands, and a waiter brought a wad of money, no more, no less, exactly , "Information, we bought it, this is the first payment of ."

"The full payment of yuan, I don't want the rest. Detailed information will be given to you when we leave." Uehara waved his hand to stop the other party.

Murakami was stunned for a moment. He didn't quite understand Uehara's behavior of not following the routine, so he had no choice but to explain it down to a hobby or something like that.

"Deal, yuan to buy your information. If it turns out to be as described in the information, I hope we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship." Murakami asked someone to bring the money, stood up and shook hands with Uehara.

"No rush," Uehara asked Spider-Man, who was already numb to money, to put the money away. After shaking hands with Murakami, he sat down again.

"Since it's an underground black market, there's nothing that can't be traded, right?" Uehara frowned, "Do you need any special ninjutsu?"

"What level and attributes of ninjutsu?" Murakami was a little excited. After completing one business, another one came.

"A-level Thunder Release, Chidori, one million, don't negotiate the price, do you want it?" Uehara decided on the price. The price was actually too low. He felt very sorry for Kakashi and handed over the Chidori. Raid hid it and now used it to exchange money. He felt that Chidori would end up on the street sooner or later.

Uehara heard someone accidentally mention Hanzo's journey to the Iron Country not long ago. This information, which was of little use to him, turned out to be a sum of money that he urgently needed. He was very satisfied. Murakami is also very satisfied. In intelligence transactions, nine out of ten transactions may be completely worthless information, but one piece of valuable information is enough to earn a hundred times the profit, not to mention that it is about demigods and half-zodiacs. The intelligence of the strong.