ninja life players

"I really want to get rich!"

Mizuhara Makoto lay on the coffee table in Minato's living room, moaning in a low tone.

He has been eating, drinking and staying here for three days.

He felt a little embarrassed for rubbing against him.

Gotta go out and make money!

Shuicheng stood up in an instant and walked out. He didn't believe that he had the hands, feet and abilities. How could he not find a way to make money in such a large Konoha village?

"But what to do?"

Mizuhara Makoto was walking on the streets of Konoha, his eyes dull, but his brain did not stop thinking.

Selling medicine?

Ha ha!

As the saying goes: "When you take a hard time, you gain wisdom."

Having stumbled in this industry, will the smart and wise Mizuhara Makoto continue to jump into the pit?

Minato said that he could work out his connections and get a drug-selling license or something, but Mizuhara Makoto still chose to refuse. What happened in the past few days had already broken his heart.

Although the profit from selling medicine is very high.

But this is not about money, it is about dignity, and dignity is priceless!

But if he doesn't sell medicine, what can he do?

FOOD?

Forget it.

After so many improvements to his cooking skills, he can now be said to be pretty good. He especially has amazing intuition for the combination of various ingredients and the control of heat.

When it comes to opening a small restaurant, there is absolutely no problem.

But the money comes too slowly!

Having experienced a wealthy life, Mizuhara Makoto's vision is different from the past and has become much higher.

He wants to get rich overnight!

Well, he actually wants to make a lot of money, do less work, and make money quickly. But this way of making money is generally in line with the criminal law sentencing standards in his previous life.

"Brother, would you like to read the new book when it's on the shelves? It contains the secrets Snow White and the Black Iron Samurai have to tell about those things in the Land of Snow."

Unknowingly, Mizuhara Makoto wandered into the bookstore again.

When the bookstore owner saw his big customer and his close friend who had the same hobbies, he immediately put down the book in his hand and greeted him warmly.

"Oh?"

Mizuhara Makoto's left eyelid twitched.

The boss's recommendation really aroused his interest. While visiting Konoha a few days ago, he was also eating spiritual food.

I have to say that the author of this series of books is really talented.

Every time he reads it, he feels enlightened. It is definitely a good book worth reading. How could he not support a new book in this series?

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Mizuhara Cheng took out his left pocket and only took out a trouser pocket. He took out his right pocket and only took out a trouser pocket. He took out his wallet and shook it, but not even a hair came out.

Being so poor makes people sad when they hear it, and sheds tears when they see it!

"Ugh!"

This is what happens when a business fails.

In order to refine Dali Pills, Mizuhara Makoto invested all his funds, but he has not yet sold one, and there is no hope of recovering the cost.

So now, I don’t even have 60 taels to buy books.

Although he could borrow money from Minato, Mizuhara Makoto felt that using money borrowed from friends to buy the younger uncle would tarnish the pure friendship between them.

"How about you take it to see first and give it to me next time when you have money?"

"What's so funny about that?"

Although he said polite words, Mizuhara Makoto was honest with his hands, because he never knew how to refuse other people's kindness.

After taking the book, Mizuhara Makoto did not get the benefits for nothing.

So he decided to repay his boss's kindness.

"Boss, I see that your face is pale, your lips are black, your tongue coating is yellow, and your eyes are slightly distracted. I wonder if you have been experiencing pain in your waist and low energy recently?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

The bookstore owner's eyes widened instantly. He had all the symptoms Mizuhara Makoto mentioned. He was really amazing!

Mizuhara Makoto does not understand medical skills.

But combined with the boss's thin body and his fondness for reading adult-oriented books, it's not difficult to guess that he has some weakness.

"If you believe me, you can try this."

Mizuhara Makoto took off the gourd hanging from his waist. It was a souvenir sold in a village passing by, and all the Dali Pills were put in it.

Pour a powerful pill from the gourd.

After handing it to the bookstore owner, Mizuhara Makoto introduced: "This is the Nine Transformations Great Return Pill, which replenishes qi and blood. It is very effective in treating physical weakness. Boss, you might as well try it!"

"really?"

If you can be physically strong, who wants to be called weak, but the old problems left by the absurd youth cannot be cured by taking a few doses of tonic.

He didn't know how much other medicine he took.

You might as well give this one a try. If it works, I think it would be great.

I just gave him a book earlier. This like-minded little brother didn't do any harm to me. The bookstore owner thought as he swallowed the pill in one gulp.

"Ok!"

The moment the Daliwan fell into his stomach, his eyes couldn't help but shine.

He really hoped that this pill would be effective, but he did not expect that the effect would come so quickly. A wave of clear air rose from his lower abdomen and traveled through his limbs.

It's like small hands massaging every cell in the body.

The severely damaged waist area received special care from the air flow, and the emptiness was gradually filled, and the bookstore owner felt like he was okay again.

"Thank you little brother!"

The boss, whose Qi channels were smooth, did a set of stretching exercises.

I just feel that now I have removed the heavy shackles, my waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and when I wake up the next day, I can hold up the sky.

He has completely said goodbye to the terrible word "virtual".

Therefore, he expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Mizuhara Makoto.

"You're welcome. If you really want to thank me for this book, don't accept the money."

"Little brother, are you short of money?"

"OK."

"Did you make this pill yourself?"

"Yes."

"Let's work together!"

"Ok?"

The sudden invitation to cooperate made Mizuhara Makoto a little confused, and then the bookstore owner's narration allowed him to understand the other party's thoughts in detail.

It turns out that opening a bookstore is just the boss's personal hobby.

It can only be considered a side job at best.

Their family's business is very large, covering basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, but their development in medicine has always been unsatisfactory.

And he saw an opportunity in Mizuhara Makoto.

"I'm telling you, this kind of pill has a lot of money. Don't look at me like this, but I'm still very well-informed. Many big names and ministers in many countries have the same secrets as me, so you know!"

"Ah, this."

Is this something you can say casually?

But it is indeed a huge business opportunity!

Mizuhara Makoto found that he was still led astray by animation. He paid too much attention to the ninja market, but ignored another huge market with more potential.

Are the lords, ministers and nobles of various countries short of money?

No shortage!

But they are absolutely happy to have a good body, and they also have several tonic prescriptions here, once these products are on the market.

Gee!Gee!Gee!

However, this old man was so well-informed that he even knew that the famous kidney was not in good condition, which made Mizuhara Makoto curious about his deeper identity.

He couldn't help but ask: "May I ask who your brother is?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. In front of Shimobu Pei, the Daimyo of the Fire Country is my third uncle's second cousin, and the Finance Minister is my eldest cousin's fourth cousin..."