The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

late at night.

As one of the favorite pastimes of mature adults, izakayas are definitely the shops with the largest coverage and number in the ninja world.

The moon is hazy.

At the door hung with a red lantern, a young clerk was tiptoeing in anticipation, giving the warmest smile to everyone who passed by.

"Guest, come in and play~"

“We are newly opened and all drinks are 10% off~”

“You can also enjoy a 10% discount when you become a member, and a 10% discount on top of the 10% discount, and the side dishes are free. You only need to recharge monthly, and you only need one small coin a month~”

He yelled hard, his eyes like hooks not letting go of all possible customers.

Finally, he discovered a guy who looked like a big fat sheep. There was a sudden noise in the casino across the street. After a few curse words inappropriate for children stopped, a man was forced to be pushed out by thugs.

Unlike the few pedestrians on the street, the thugs in the casino are said to be so fat and strong that one of them is at least as strong as three clerks. But he still mustered up the courage and waved hello to the other party.

There was a hint of fear on the face of the other party. He did not chase him to the street. He greeted him in a low voice and retreated behind the dirty door curtain.

The clerk was overjoyed, knowing that the landlady was not telling lies. From now on, everyone can make a living safely on this street. Even though it is a newly opened store, it has not yet accumulated a reputation. The new wine in the pottery pot is almost ready for aging and no one comes to buy it.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. Where there is a will, there is a way. If you plant a seed today, you can harvest a big tree tomorrow. If money is not spent, it will always be dead money. People who cannot spend money will never make money. They can only change. Only when you become an asset can it snowball like a snowball...

Carrying the chicken soup that the boss had given him, the clerk regained his composure and started shouting hard again.

“If it doesn’t taste good, don’t pay!”

This sentence seems to hit a certain point. The rotten gambler who lost all his money and was thrown to the ground with shame asked in a low voice: "Do you really want no money if it doesn't taste good?"

How could it not taste good! That was the big boss who went to the capital specifically to snatch it back, no, to bring back a professional brewer, a century-old brand, passed down for six generations, a general-level enjoyment. When the altar was first opened, even the oxen pulling the cart were drunk and knelt down.

The clerk banged his thin chest and swore it would taste delicious. No matter what, first trick people in and then kill them. wrong! During the on-the-job training, I was strictly ordered not to say this kind of thing out loud, just think about it in my mind. The boss lady said that as long as you stay within the rules and don't cause trouble, the big boss will take care of everything.

The man lying on the ground slowly pushed himself up, hid his face behind his sleeves, and ducked through the door of the izakaya with his hunched body.

The strange behavior made the clerk couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Why do you have to be a bad gambler if you already knew it would be embarrassing? There are thousands of paths in life, but there is always one that belongs to you. If you don’t work hard, how can you see the rainbow?

"Wow! You really got a customer."

Wrapped in a dim-colored coat, the boss lady's temperament still reflects her origins. She walked slowly, swaying one step at a time, and her steps were as graceful as a goldfish wagging its tail.

"What would the guest like to drink?"

Such a graceful gait was completely ignored by the other party. All one could see was that the gambler's face was blocked by a head of straight black hair, and he vaguely expressed that he could do whatever he wanted.

Yoho~ Come to the izakaya and say casually?

The long cigarette rod was turned around in her hand, and the lady boss took a deep breath and nodded slightly. The clerk immediately put on a smile and guided people to the best seats.

Ramie coat, fine cotton lining, belt leather polished smooth, belt buckle is made of brass, the light can be seen, the most important thing is the forehead protector on the head, although it is only plain white, it is genuine silk!

Fat sheep! Even if you can't pay in the end, you can still pawn this one.

The landlady slowly exhaled the smoke and glanced upstairs slightly from the corners of her drooping eyes. Don't be afraid!

With the proprietress in charge, the clerk seemed to have been given an order. While serving wine and serving dishes, he also gave away and promoted things, and even let the first customer apply for the first membership card.

The man stared at the sumptuous food and wine in stunned silence, swallowed involuntarily, and asked: "Are these...all...for me?"

The clerk bent over with a smile on his face and said that he was already a registered member here and could enjoy free side dishes to go with the wine - the wine was more expensive anyway, so he could make money back!

The man still couldn't believe it and asked hesitantly: "Then...I started...?"

"Please--"

In the protracted tone, he was the only one left in the single room separated by a grid. When the people walked away, shouts continued to come from the door, and the proprietress also swayed her waist and returned upstairs. Senju Hashirama nervously touched the money bag on his chest, which was deflated. Touching the belt again, the belt containing dry food has long been staked in the casino. Finally, he polished the soles of his shoes. The last bit of his personal money was supposed to be hidden in the straw sandals, but they were searched thoroughly by professional thugs before he was kicked out.

All the money has been gambled away, and I will definitely be scolded if I go back tonight, let alone leave any food. Originally, I just wanted to find a place to get some tea to fill my stomach. Even if I really wanted to drink, I would at most make an IOU and beg for mercy. I would pay it back next time.

But why did I get a privileged card in a moment of confusion? ! He must have lost so badly that his brain was confused. Now it is difficult to ride a tiger.

As if there were nails on the seat cushion, Hashirama moved around uneasily, unable to sit down peacefully. Especially the fragrant dishes and drinks on the table were like dull knives sawing through his heart.

If you eat, you have no money; if you don’t eat, you have to pay for everything. This is better than not pretending.

Thinking of this, he wished he could slap himself twice. Make you greedy, make you tough-spoken, and make you lose face! This is just great!

With the intention of breaking the jar, he quietly used the transformation technique to change some facial details.

He had been hunched over and lowered his head when he came in just now, so he probably didn't see clearly what he looked like. Wait a moment...just say it doesn't taste good later, anyway...don't give me money if it doesn't taste good! I'll go out to take on a mission later and secretly make up the money. Perfect!

After mentally preparing himself to refuse to pay, Hashirama's eyes straightened, he forced himself to sit down, picked up a chopstick and put a small dish into his mouth.

Damn it! sharp! ox! tasty!

He quickly picked up the bottle and took a sip.

Damn it! sharp! ox! Delicious!

He has no culture and cannot think of any kind words. But he could swear to God that the praise was absolutely genuine.

Just a mouthful of side dishes and a mouthful of wine, and the dishes, bottles, and dishes on the table were swept away like wind and clouds.

After eating, my blood sugar was replenished, and my smart IQ occupied the high ground again. What people feel now is regret, very regret!

Hashirama lowered his head, pretending to be full but not yet drunk. He held the wine cup to cover his mouth, looking very suspicious.

The only clerk in the whole store has been waiting to collect money for a long time. He is standing by the door shouting business, his eyes have been glanced indoors, waiting eagerly for the first customer to pay and leave.

But after waiting for a long time, the man didn't move his hips. Can that wine cup hold that much wine? It actually took me another meal to drink!

He couldn't bear it any longer and was ready to step forward to urge him.

"Hirata!"

The proprietress called out the clerk's name in time, and the muscles on Hashirama's back relaxed, and then the hair stood on end.

"Butterfly-chan, this is the first order!... We take it very seriously."

Hirata reminded in a low voice, his eyes like daggers, shooting at the shameless gambler who was so thick-skinned that he couldn't break his defense at all.

The proprietress puffed out the smoke ring leisurely and leisurely, turned the cigarette rod in a circle in a leisurely manner, and walked to the table of the only customer with three shaking steps. A long snow-white leg protruded from the hem of the forked kimono. Possible escape routes were accurately blocked.

She bent down slightly, revealing the half-hidden beauty, and squinted her eyes to look at the guests who were about to default on their bills.

Hashirama looked away in embarrassment, his palms pressed tightly against his thighs, and his whole body leaned back desperately.

After the evaluation was completed, Butterfly took a deep breath from the cigarette holder, and the bad water in his stomach was sprayed onto Hashirama's face along with the smoke ring.

"No money?"

"No, no... No, no! Yes! Just wait a little longer..."

"Ha! Man."

The expression on the landlady's face fully reflected her disdain for the man's character. What credibility can a bad gambler have? Still have to wait? Ah! I don’t believe it at the age of fifteen!

Hashirama took advantage of his ninja abilities and managed to get out from under him. As he ran, he shouted sincerely: "I'm sorry! I will definitely pay you back! I can get it soon when I get back!"

He shouted words that no one believed, and was about to run out of the door.

Hirata was flashed by a blurry figure, and his vision blurred. His blocking movements had lost their purpose, and he suddenly jumped in anger.

This is the first customer he has brought back due to his hard work! This is the first time that the kind-hearted and beautiful butterfly sauce has tried other industries! The most important thing is that this is the first time that the big boss has led a big guy to mark his own path in other people's territory!

All beginnings are hard! A thousand miles begins with a single step! You are only one step away from success!

This man must not be allowed to escape!

He bravely threw himself towards the fleeing figure, stretching his arms as far as possible and stretching his whole body into a long line. He actually hit the other person's back - and then was violently bounced back. With a snap, he sat down on the solid ground in the store.

Hashirama at the door stopped in time to avoid bumping into the guests who were about to come in.

The indigo door curtain was lifted by a white hand, with a string of finely polished wooden beads on the wrist.

His eyes were very bright, and he immediately counted eighteen bracelets, each of which was carefully crafted from different precious woods. This is a string of Buddhist beads. Each bead has been polished until it shines brightly. It can be seen that it is often recited by the owner.

The shiny dark beads moved along with the door curtain, revealing a face that was more beautiful than that of the proprietress of the wine shop.

White teeth and red lips, the tip of the delicate nose is slightly raised, and the bright eyes are like any superior person looking directly at him. The lip beads in the middle of the lips are slightly pouted, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, which immediately offsets the aura that repels people thousands of miles away. A sense of indifference.

"Lord Ji Jun! You... why are you here?!"

Butterfly was taken aback and quickly put away the pipe in his hand and rushed forward.

Didn't this guy stay up for a few nights and still sleep upstairs? Why did you suddenly come in from outside?

She couldn't figure it out, so she could only welcome the person in first and then talk.

Hashirama's eyes moved from the beads on the opponent's wrist to her face, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart - she was indeed a beauty called Hime-kun.

This demeanor, this expression, this posture, this soft and white skin are indeed not what ordinary girls have.

Why! He couldn't speak, he could only say six, six, six, "It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful".

Ji Jun's eyes turned slightly, and his eyes fell lightly on the tall man in front of him. Not only was he not intimidated by the tall and strong appearance of the man, but he smiled lightly.

"It's a rare guest. Are you still used to the taste of the wine? Sorry, it's the first time that the newly brewed wine is used to entertain guests, so the alcohol content may be a bit high."

It turns out that this is the real big boss!

Hashirama rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "It tastes good! It tastes good! Not high! Not high!"

not tall? This room is full of the smell of alcohol. The butterfly is probably going to seduce people directly. Fortunately, Sun Wukong woke him up and stopped them before they got into trouble.

The smile on her face became softer. She stretched out her hand with the beads, grabbed Senju Hashirama's fingertips, shook it and let go.

"My name is Izayoi. We are destined to meet each other. You are the first distinguished guest, so I will treat you to this meal."