Building Naruto World

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Before entering the casino, I could already hear their uniform voices. It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and the casino was already bustling with people. It was hard to imagine how crazy the place would be at night.

A man suddenly crawled to Naruto's feet and stretched out his hand, pleading.

"Please lend me 50 taels. When I make money, I will return it to you immediately."

Although the tone is very humble, the belief in gambling in his eyes is indeed very firm.

This man was already as thin as a skeleton. His upper body was made of a worn-out cotton-padded coat that was too big. His lower body was made of pants that he picked up from nowhere. His buttocks, knees and other places that were prone to wear and tear were worn out.

If no one is willing to help this kind of person, he may not be able to survive this winter.

But even if he survives this winter, what will be left behind is no longer a human being, but a walking corpse with more breath than a dead person. Even the body that is still barely able to work and earn money will be wasted by him, completely. Become a useless person.

Unfortunately, he was stopped by Kakashi before he got close to Naruto. Although other uses were not on the agenda, he could still help Naruto reduce some harassment.

Kakashi stood between Naruto and the man, neither chasing him away nor letting him move forward, waiting for Naruto to speak before making a decision.

There are many people on the side who will soon be reduced to the same situation as this person. They are also watching. If Naruto gives money, they will surround him like a maned dog and use various means to get what they want.

Daisuke Murakami moved his bandaged leg. He was also one of these people watching, but he was different from these people. His acting skills and observation methods were much better than others, and he and these people The biggest difference is that he doesn't gamble.

The reason why he wore rags was just to get money.The reason why he came here was just to make money quickly in this way without having to put in much physical effort.What he was proud of was his IQ, and he always looked down on people who sold out their coolies.

The mantra is that there is no difference between no brains and beasts. Those who work hard deserve to be oppressed for a lifetime.

But he was just talking in front of these people, because his leg was broken by the thugs in the casino a few days ago, because the people he looked down on also included those thugs.

Anyone who relied on time and physical strength in exchange for money was looked down upon by him. Although he didn't look like a person, he was still very high-spirited.

50 liang is just the price of a few bowls of ramen. If calculated based on the price of Ichiraku ramen, then the liang here is about the same as the yuan in the previous life. Because Naruto always buys things half and gets half free, so he doesn't know what the exchange rate is. how many.

"You dare to reach out for such a small amount as 50 taels. Do you think I can afford such a small denomination? Winning depends on faith. I don't even have the guts to ask for money. You deserve to lose and even lose your pants." "

With that said, Naruto walked towards the casino, leaving behind a group of people who had not yet reacted. The man was lying on the ground blankly, confused by Naruto's philosophy.

He knew that people would look down upon him for asking for money, but this was the first time he had seen someone look down upon for asking for less money. It seemed that a window in his heart had been pierced, and the door to a new world had been opened by Naruto's scolding.

Daisuke Murakami couldn't accept it for a while. He thought his own ideas were outrageous enough, but he didn't expect Naruto's ideas to be even more outrageous. If there was a chance, he would like to make friends with Naruto, a wonderful person, but it's a pity that Naruto doesn't like him. he.

Daisuke Murakami dragged his broken leg and left here. He didn't even dare to ask for money. If he really had no ambition, how could he become such an embarrassing person?

Daisuke Murakami decided to change his thinking. There is a limit to the amount of money he can get from selling misfortune or compliments. People's kindness is also limited, and compliments from people like him don't seem to be worth much money. If he wants to make more money, just We can only find another way.

He seems to have a new view of the world. He has to constantly improve himself and increase his own value so that he can ask for more money.

In Naruto's words, a person's face is like a piece of cloth. You usually clean it clean and beautiful just to sell it for a good price at the critical moment. If you don't look down on yourself, then that person's face will be the same. Not worth much anymore.

The gambler who was ridiculed by Naruto braved the cold autumn weather to wash his clothes, sat by the stream and wrote a sentence on the broken board with charcoal from someone else's picnic.

If you are an aspiring beggar, don't ask for anything less than 100 taels.Don't bother the poor

In the end, he did not choose to be a hard-working person. He chose to continue living in confusion and accepted the identity of a beggar. He was so empty both materially and spiritually.

A few days later, wearing clean clothes and holding his nose, he returned to his original place.

The gamblers next to him were all watching his joke, and their mocking voices were not shy at all.

"If it's less than 100 taels, he'll freeze to death."

"The clothes he wears are so clean, is he afraid that someone will give him alms?"

"You said he starved to death in a few days."

"Ha ha ha ha"

The laughter coming from all around attracted the attention of the gamblers. The curtain of a carriage was gently opened, and a neatly dressed man immediately came to wait for instructions.

"Go and see why the group of beggars in front of you are smiling so happily. Is there another person who has won a lot of money?"

In their eyes, these poor gamblers are no different from beggars. Who cares whether they are beggars or not?

After a while, the man returned to the carriage.

"I heard that there seems to be a beggar. Not only is he dressed cleanly, but he also pays less than 100 taels. He just sits there and doesn't take the initiative to ask for money no matter who walks in front of him."

There was also a burst of laughter in the carriage. It took a while before the sound came out. The entourage kept hunched over and waited quietly outside.

"Interesting. I haven't encountered anything so interesting in a long time. Go reward him with 100 taels."

He doesn't carry these small sums of money with him. Every time he makes a large purchase, he brings a full amount of money. The small sums he spends on weekdays are also paid by his followers. How can he waste his time on paying these small sums?

But when he gambled, he did it himself, just for fun.

The follower walked up to him and threw down 100 taels of Fire Country coins. Although taels were used as the unit, the taels were not equivalent to silver.

The gamblers around me were dumbfounded, this world has gone crazy.

"Thank you uncle for the reward"

Although he had not eaten for a day, he shouted very loudly.

Just when everyone around him thought that this man was going to make money through this method, he added another line of words on the board.

Begging only three times a day.

It made passers-by sigh, but he didn't care.