The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 83, 598: Welcome to the brothel!

Morning light streamed into the Hokage's office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, where Konoha's core high-ranking officials sat on both sides of the long table.

Fugaku Uchiha, Tsunade, Hiashi Hyuga, Shikaku Nara, Minato Namikaze... and, the three Uchiha Mitsuru with their legs crossed.

Fugaku Uchiha placed his hands on the table and glanced at everyone.

"Regarding the appointment of Uchiha Mitsunori as an advisor and elder of Konoha by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire..."

Uchiha Mitsunori impatiently tapped his fingers on the table, interrupting him directly: "I refuse... That was the Daimyo's scheme... The purpose was... to sow discord between me and the clan head."

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the Hokage Building's meeting room.

Nara Shikaku rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile, "Minister Mitsumine's refusal of the daimyo's appointment is tantamount to slapping him in the face."

Uchiha Mitsunori sneered, "So what? Can he send troops to attack Konoha? With just the 3500-odd ninjas he's recruited and hundreds of thousands of samurai?"

The daimyo was a relative of Tsunade and had given her a lot of money.

Out of consideration for kinship and money, Tsunade narrowed her eyes: "Kid, don't be too arrogant. The Daimyo controls the financial lifeline of the Land of Fire."

Fugaku Uchiha sighed, a strange melancholy in his heart: "Mitsubo, now is not the time to be reckless. You know very well Konoha's economic situation. We just ended a war not long ago, and we are short of funds for reconstruction. The Daimyo controls the Land of Fire's financial allocations. If we break ties now, it will not do the village any good."

Seeing that this kid was still going to argue, Fugaku Uchiha couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

He slowly exhaled: "Sanfeng, the monthly salary of the advisor elder is 1000 million taels, which is directly funded by the Daimyo's finances."

Upon hearing the figure, Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes lit up: "If you'd told me there was this much money... I would have taken the job long ago!"

Sitting next to him, Uchiha Ryūka awkwardly rubbed his forehead: "Hey, Mitsumine, your expression is way too obvious..."

The people in the conference room were speechless for a moment: "Uchiha Mitsunaga... this guy..."

Just then, Finance Minister Uchiha Yatsushiro walked in carrying a thick stack of account books.

He slammed the account book on the table with a bang, making the teacup jump.

"Gentlemen, the financial report for the Valley of the End tournament is out."

He opened the account book and cleared his throat:

"First, ticket revenue... totaled 369.68 billion taels."

Upon hearing about such a large sum of money, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the room.

"in......"

"A total of 1710 tickets for nobles were sold, amounting to 213.75 billion taels!"

"A total of 4152 tickets for the wealthy merchant were sold, totaling 83.04 billion taels!"

"A total of 36445 tickets for ordinary citizens were sold, amounting to 65.6 billion taels!"

Hiashi Hyuga exclaimed incredulously, "369.68 billion ryo? Are matches really that profitable?"

On the face of the Eighth Hokage Uchiha, however, was an undisguised look of heartache: "According to the pre-match agreement, the victors, the Three Peaks of the Uchiha clan, will receive 10% of the total ticket revenue, which is 36.9 billion ryo. The loser, Jiraiya, will receive 3%, which is about 11 billion ryo."

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya whistled, "11 billion taels! That's enough for me to eat sea cucumber and abalone every day... and live a carefree life in brothels for years to come, hahaha!"

Choza Akimichi muttered to himself, "He lost, but he still got so much money. No wonder he's smiling so happily..."

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha raised his voice and said, "Quiet! The important part is coming up. The remaining 321.6 billion taels, after deducting the initial investment of more than 40 billion taels for site construction, security, etc., will result in a net income of about 280 billion taels."

Everyone's breath hitched at the same time.

But that wasn't all. The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha opened the second ledger, his voice trembling with excitement: "The total betting amount at the Konoha gambling den is 776.3 billion ryo. According to the agreement, the village can take a 30% cut, which is 232.8 billion ryo."

"Pfft!" Yamanaka Inoichi, who was drinking tea, spat it out, splashing the tea onto Nara Shikaku, who was sitting opposite him.

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha opened the third ledger, looked around at everyone, and shouted, "In addition, the revenue from hotels, restaurants, entertainment, and other related businesses during the tournament was approximately 88 billion ryo. In summary, our village's total revenue from this tournament is 600.8 billion ryo."

The conference room suddenly fell silent, then erupted into a cacophony of noise after several seconds.

Hiashi Hyuga exclaimed in surprise, "Over 100 billion ryo! Even before the war, when the village had 24157 ninjas, its annual income was only a little over 6 billion ryo. This tournament is equivalent to six years of the village's previous income!"

Uchiha Yatsuho smiled and nodded, saying, "The village only has 6652 ninjas now, so the village won't have to worry about funding for many years to come."

As the meeting ended, the news spread like wildfire.

"Have you heard... Lord Sanfeng earned 60 billion for the village in one match!" The vegetable vendor gestured excitedly to the customers.

"I heard... a few days before the competition... Lord Sanfeng bet 2 million taels on himself to win, and the odds were 1:3.3! That's 2 million taels turning into 6.6 million taels!"

A Chunin, fresh from a mission, nearly bit his tongue: "Six hundred billion?! That's the reward for countless S-rank missions!"

"So now everyone calls him... Konoha's God of Wealth, Uchiha Sanfeng!"

In taverns, in front of gambling dens, by the ninja academy's training grounds, and throughout the streets and alleys of Konoha Village, the astronomical figure was being widely discussed.

The children used chalk to draw countless zeros on the ground.

Merchants are calculating how much stock to hoard for the next competition.

Even the usually serious ANBU ninjas couldn't help but discuss this unexpected windfall while patrolling the rooftops.

Inside the ninja hospital, several wounded ninjas were passing around a copy of the "Konoha Financial News," with the headline on the front page proclaiming, "A Miracle of 600 Billion!"

"We risked our lives to carry out an S-rank mission... and the reward is only one million taels..." a Chunin wrapped in bandages muttered.

"He made 36.9 billion taels from one fight... The thing is, he's only 17 years old!" The Jonin, leaning on his cane, smiled bitterly.

"Suddenly, I don't find the kunai in my hand appealing anymore..." The newly graduated genin stared blankly at his weapon.

......

Soon, on the commercial street of Konoha Village.

A huge, eye-catching "GG" sign was erected, featuring a portrait of the Uchiha Mitsurugi giving a thumbs-up, with a line of striking red characters next to it!

"Konoha's God of Wealth, bringing you fortune! 598 Brothel welcomes you!"