Konoha Ninja Shop System

Peter stood up, gently patted Ah Fei on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly, "Ah Fei, you should know—if you lose money, you can always earn it back. But if you lose your conscience…"

Before Peter could even finish his sentence, Ah Fei interrupted him with enthusiasm, "I know this one! Lord Black Zetsu told me before! If you lose your conscience, you can earn even more!"

Peter: "???"

No wonder Black Zetsu's company kept expanding like crazy. So that was the secret—he had completely abandoned his conscience a long time ago. Well, to be fair, as one of the main antagonists in the Naruto world, it would be a real waste if Black Zetsu still held on to something as trivial as morality.

What Peter didn't know, however, was that behind the scenes, Black Zetsu had secretly instructed White Zetsu to create a shadowy intelligence network. This group specialized in collecting blackmail material and uncovering secrets about everyone in the ninja world.

These classified pieces of information—black materials—were either sold at exorbitant prices to interested parties or used as leverage to extort money from the individuals involved. The business was booming.

If you were in a high position or came from a wealthy family, then congratulations—you were already being watched. Numerous White Zetsus would be secretly monitoring you 24 hours a day, lurking in the shadows, just waiting for you to slip up.

In such a high-surveillance environment, the only thing you could do was pray. Pray hard that they didn't catch any dirt on you. Because if they did, a White Zetsu would inevitably show up at your doorstep with a grin on his face and a photo stone in his hand.

And if that day came? Don't panic. Just mentally prepare yourself for a massive financial loss.

White Zetsu's modus operandi was straightforward: once they had negative information, they would demand a huge hush fee from the victim. The amount was calculated based on how damaging the information would be if made public. The more ruinous it was to your reputation, the higher the fee. However, it would never exceed what the victim could realistically pay—Black Zetsu's crew weren't amateurs; they had their own twisted sense of business ethics.

Most people, especially those who cherished their social status, simply paid up. It was the path of least resistance. Better to bleed some money than to face total ruin.

Of course, not everyone was willing to be blackmailed. Some, driven by desperation or rage, tried to take matters into their own hands. They'd assassinate the White Zetsu spy and attempt to destroy the incriminating evidence.

But this was wishful thinking. Killing one White Zetsu was like scratching the surface of a massive iceberg. There were thousands more, operating like a hive mind, and they'd immediately retaliate. Not only would the secrets still be leaked to the entire ninja world, but the individual who resisted would find themselves in deeper trouble.

And that wasn't the worst of it.

Once a White Zetsu operative was killed, the situation would escalate. The company would view it as an attack on its employees. Naturally, the top brass wouldn't sit still.

That's when the elite enforcers of the company—the Akatsuki members—would be deployed. These legendary figures didn't come to negotiate. Once they got involved, the outcome was always brutal: best case, your family was ruined; worst case, you were dead.

It was a ruthless system, perfectly crafted and fine-tuned by Black Zetsu himself. He extorted first, then blackmailed, and finally used violence if necessary. From intelligence gathering to blackmail to violent enforcement, he had created an efficient, profit-generating industrial chain.

At this point, the very name of his company—Ninja All-Known Service Co., Ltd.—was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the powerful. Whether it was the Kage of a major ninja village or the Daimyo of a vast nation, none of them were safe from the prying eyes of White Zetsu.

Most of them had been caught red-handed at some point. Their only recourse was to pray silently and tread carefully, hoping they didn't mess up again.

As the mastermind behind this wicked enterprise, Black Zetsu had fully embraced immorality in the name of profit.

And Ah Fei? As Black Zetsu's loyal follower, he had soaked in all of this over the years. He had practically become Black Zetsu's shadow, absorbing every tactic, every trick, and every philosophy of profiteering.

Watching Ah Fei dance with excitement as he spoke, Peter couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. For a long time, he was at a loss for words.

Initially, Peter had thought Ah Fei was just a clueless amateur when it came to making money. He'd even felt a bit sorry for him and had decided to offer some sincere advice—tips to help him survive the treacherous waters of business and avoid being cheated.

But Peter's words had the opposite effect. Instead of awakening a cautious businessman, they had sparked an epiphany in Ah Fei, who now fully grasped the essence of profiteering.

No doubt about it—Ah Fei was a natural at this. Just like the old saying goes: if the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam won't be straight. As the disciple of Black Zetsu, he was walking right down his master's path.

Peter sighed, suddenly imagining a future where Ah Fei transformed into a cunning and ruthless tycoon, manipulating markets and exploiting secrets for profit.

"Well, as long as you're happy…" Peter finally muttered, realizing he couldn't change Ah Fei's nature. After turning the matter over in his mind again and again, he gave up on trying to persuade him.

Everyone had their own ambitions. Perhaps Ah Fei was born to be a profiteer.

As for what kind of businessman Ah Fei would become—whether he would retain a sliver of conscience or go fully dark—it would all depend on fate. After all, Peter was just a small-time supplier. Whatever the dealer did wasn't his concern.

"Boss Ah Fei," Peter said with a smile, "how many bottles would you like to order today?"

Ah Fei was momentarily stunned by Peter's sudden change in demeanor. It took him several seconds to recover.

After doing some mental calculations and evaluating the assets he had on hand, Ah Fei finally said, "Boss, I'll take 300 bottles first. Let's see how effective the product is before I expand."

"No problem at all!" Peter beamed. "The quality of our products is top-notch. I guarantee that once people try it, they'll come back for more. This stuff is going to be a best-seller, mark my words!"

Ah Fei's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded vigorously. "Boss, if this batch sells well, I'll be back for sure to restock!"

"Haha, I look forward to it, Boss Ah Fei!" Peter said, full of energy, then turned around and got busy behind the counter.

He carefully took out one bottle after another—small blue pills, neatly packed. It took Peter quite a bit of time to complete the order of three hundred bottles.

He even thoughtfully picked out a few high-quality, visually appealing bags to pack the bottles in. When everything was ready, Peter handed them to Ah Fei and asked, "So, Boss Ah Fei, how would you like to pay for the 300 bottles?"

But Ah Fei waved him off casually and said with confidence, "No need to count. I trust you completely, Boss!" Then, without hesitation, he reached into his cloak, took out a storage scroll, and handed it over.

Peter was caught off guard by Ah Fei's generosity, but then burst into hearty laughter. "Haha, Boss Ah Fei, you really are a straight shooter! I wish you booming business and tons of profit. With a bit of luck, you might even topple Black Zetsu's empire within three years!"

Hearing that, Ah Fei's eyes lit up. He clenched his fists in excitement and declared, "Yes! I already have a business plan now. I don't need to work for Master Black Zetsu anymore. I don't want to be anyone's employee. I want to start my own business—I want to be my own boss!"

"That's the spirit," Peter said with a look of approval. "Working for someone else doesn't get you far. Three years of hard work and you still have nothing. Better to start your own thing, even if it's risky. At least the future belongs to you."

As Peter spoke, he couldn't help but reflect on his own past. Back then, he was young, passionate, and full of hope. After a few years of working like a corporate drone, he realized that the so-called "stability" of a job was just an illusion.

So he made a bold move—he quit his stable but suffocating job and dove headfirst into the uncertain waters of entrepreneurship.

The result?

He failed miserably.

Not only did he lose all his savings, but he also ended up in massive debt. With no other choice, Peter returned to the workforce, humbled, and began the slow, painful process of paying off what he owed.

But despite everything, he didn't regret trying. Because that failure had taught him more than any job ever could.

And now, watching Ah Fei take his first steps into the same unpredictable world of business, Peter felt a mix of nostalgia, hope, and concern.

Perhaps Ah Fei would succeed where he had failed.

Perhaps not.

But either way, the boy had spirit—and sometimes, that made all the difference.

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