A traditional two-storey wooden building in a quiet courtyard. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A young man dressed in white stood upstairs, looking into the distance with a complicated expression.

The towering stone walls were once a symbol of the prosperity and majesty of the capital of the Fire Nation at your feet, and the traces of antiquity and green moss under the walls add to the vicissitudes of life in this city.

Now, at the behest of the aristocracy, the wall will soon be demolished on the grounds of "diversion of traffic", beyond which it is easy to see towering clusters of concrete buildings and faint gray smoke columns in the distance.

It was a new factory built in the suburbs.

"My lord, the adults from Konoha are already waiting in the tea room."

The servant's voice brought Fujiwara back to his senses, and he waved his hand to show that he understood, and stood for a moment before he broke free from the emotion that enveloped him.

"Lord Mimura, I've been waiting for a long time."

Pushing open the door of the reception room, Fujiwara Munejun was already smiling, he took a samurai salute first, and then stepped forward and shook hands with the ninja standing up at the table.

It is said that this handshake ceremony was first invented and popularized by the former Ninja Revolution Association, now the head of the Konoha Technology Department, Bo Feng Shuimon, and over time, it has become a common etiquette in the business world.

As Fujiwara Munejun, who is now the chief minister of the Fire Country, he first performed the samurai ceremony, and then used this etiquette to express equality between merchants, which can be called "Corporal Reixian".

It's just that the Konoha ninja called "Mimura" just smiled politely, shook hands and sat down.

Zong Chun had no different color, turned around and sat down on the main seat.

"Fujiwara-sama came to me, I don't know what I have to say?"

Mimura was about forty years old, with short hair, a forehead guard on his forehead, a green vest, his eyes were attentive, and the whole person looked very neat, as soon as he sat down, he asked very simply.

Zong Chun smiled slightly, let the tea brewed on the table first, and only sat up straight after the other party signaled that he didn't need to, and said slowly: "Lord Mimura is the bridge between Konoha and the court......"

Mimura listened calmly, looking directly into Sojun's eyes.

Zong Chun paused, gave up the touted opening remarks, and chose to be straightforward: "I heard that a few months ago, the Uchiha and Hyuga families in Konoha led their troops south to attack the Land of Water, is this true or false?" ”

"Yes, there is such a thing." Mimura nodded.

The other party's undisguised admission made Zong Chun secretly clench his fingers, and he smiled: "Of course, this is just my private inquiry - it is a matter of the country, I have to be cautious, I believe Your Excellency can also understand." ”

"Oh," Mimura said clearly, "I think my lord has misunderstood, this is a task jointly hired by some merchants in the South China Sea, and it is not released by our village itself, so there is no need to report it to the daimyo." ”

"I see, hehe, it's really a misunderstanding." Zong Chun's smile remained unchanged, and he reached out to pick up the teapot and added a sip of tea to the guests.

"Is there anything else you want?" Mimura said.

"Oh, one more thing." Zong Chun clapped his hands, called a servant, gave a few commands, and then turned to Mimura and said, "Although the official letter should be sent tomorrow, but since the adult is here, it is just the news that the prophet will meet the adult." ”

After a while, the servant brought a stack of materials, and Zong Chun handed it to Sancun:

"Half a month ago, the vicious injury incident that occurred in the Nara factory has been revealed, and the culprit has been ambushed, but he remembered that he had contributed to the country in the past, and forgave his family for the time being......."

Mimura took it casually and stuffed it into the document bag under his sleeve: "Oh. ”

Zong Chun smiled, but he couldn't say any more.

Mimura stood up and said goodbye: "In that case, then I will leave here, thank you for your hospitality." ”

Zong Chun waved his hand and watched the other party follow the servant away.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and suddenly felt the urge to slam the porcelain cup in his hand to the ground.

However, his excellent personal cultivation allowed him to put the cup firmly on the table, put his hands on his knees, and straightened his body.

Hell, "South China Sea merchants", who doesn't know that the bulk commodities of rubber, oil dumplings, and iron ore in the entire South China Sea are all monopolized by Konoha?

Uchiha and Hinata went south to attack the land of water, and the kind-faced Miyome Hokage, the male of the ninja world, the last fall of the layout has been completed.

This 10-year-old samurai young man who inherited his father's official position and had already followed the two daimyo of the two daimyos, looked around and felt a sense of despair at the side of the iron wall.

The rise of new factories, with the power of nobles and merchants, almost overnight, spread throughout the cities and towns of the Fire Country, but in each town where the factory is located, there is a Konoha Ninja Leather Association, now known as the Konoha Technical Department, a ninja squad as a worker teacher, responsible for teaching chakra knowledge, maintaining mechanical golems, and monitoring and eliminating "illegal" and "unregistered" private workers.

Fujiwara Munejun didn't know what this "detachment built on company" model was called, but it was easy to feel its orderly grassroots control ability.

In this era when samurai and aristocrats were completely unfamiliar, Konoha controlled the workers, which represented the entire Fire Country's industry, agriculture (actually produced by mechanical workers), and commerce, which had been firmly controlled by Konoha's ninjutsu industrial system.

The ninja dependence on the state of the past is long gone, and although some industries may not have been involved, the ninjutsu industry, which is made of steel and chakra, seems to be stronger than other industries and other groups, and more like the bones that can support the functioning of society.

With the small village of Konoha as the heart of technology and knowledge, the flowing capital and commodities as blood vessels and blood, and the steel and machinery in the factory as bones, Konoha Ninja Village has unwittingly become the new ruler of this land by replacing the court and officials of the Fallen Burning Country.

The power of the nobility and the court is still there, even more prosperous, healthier, and stronger than before, but the relationship between attachment and attachment has been completely reversed.