"Uncle Wai, I'll call you that from now on. From now on, you'll be responsible for going to Warehouse No. 4 in the grain fields west of Konoha Village and then coming to the store here," Dave said with a smile.
"Little boss, this mobile phone? What is it?" Might Wai looked at the mobile phone on the counter in front of him and asked, confused.
So Dave explained to Might Wai again what a mobile phone was... how to use it, and so on...
"A thousand ryō a piece? Is it that cheap?"
Might Wai listened to Dave's explanation, especially when he heard that a mobile phone only cost a thousand ryō.
Wasn't this too cheap? In Might Wai's view, these mobile phones were completely ahead of their time.
Such high-tech items only sold for a thousand ryō?
"Well, Uncle Wai, I'll give you two.
You seem married.
This one can be for your wife.
Consider it an employee perk.
From now on, Uncle Wai, you'll only have to pay up to twenty ryō a month for calls." Dave took out two green mobile phones from under the counter and handed them to Might Wai.
"This... this is too valuable, little boss... I can't accept it." Might Wai was startled by Dave's gesture. This was too generous... Just handing over two like that?
Even though each mobile phone cost a thousand ryō, for Might Wai, that was still a month's wages.
"Uncle Wai, just take them. We don't need these two in the store right now. We'll open soon, and you can help explain how to use these to the villagers." Dave stuffed the phones directly into Might Wai's hands.
Dave wasn't worried that Might Wai would scare off the villagers with his enthusiasm. Might Wai looked much more normal than his son and grandson. At least during their meeting, Dave hadn't heard the word "youth" once...
"This... alright..."
Might Wai held them carefully, tucked them into his pocket, and patted it gently.
He was a bit touched.
After all, he'd been a refugee for over thirty years before joining Konoha Village.
After working there for another year or two, the silver he'd earned in those years combined could buy ten mobile phones.
But the little boss had given him two on his first day, and his monthly salary was actually fifteen thousand ryō.
That was way higher than village work rates, and Might Wai was deeply grateful.
Well, he could think about having a kid when he got home.
In the Warring States era, he hadn't dared during the chaos, but now that he'd joined a peaceful village, with fifteen thousand ryō a month, he could afford to raise one—yeah! Let's do it! When the kid grows up, he can help the little boss in my place! What should we name him? Hmm, let's call him Might Dai!
"Hey, Uncle Madara, I need your help with something." Dave immediately picked up the phone and dialed 110—Uncle Madara's number.
"Speak," Uchiha Madara's voice came through faintly.
"Ahem, um, about that? Are there any single, good-looking, long-legged ladies in the Uchiha clan?" Dave asked slowly, feeling a bit guilty.
"....Yeah... how many do you need?" Uchiha Madara was stunned for a moment... then replied.
"Um... no more than that—just find ten for me!"
"Alright, I'll be in front of your store in ten minutes."
"Mua~ Thanks, Uncle Madara!"
On Uchiha Madara's side...
"...What is Dave... up to??" Hashirama sat across from Madara. Well, he was slacking off again today...
"I don't know—I'll be back soon." Madara shook his head, then vanished with the Body Flicker Technique.
Hashirama sat there dazed, watching... Dave... wanted ten single, good-looking, long-legged ladies? Could it be that... Dave wanted to juggle eleven relationships??? Sis!!! Was Tobirama's son that wild???
Um.
It seemed Tobirama would have plenty of grandkids in the future, and the Senju clan would thrive.
How perfect! Why couldn't that kid Kokuma learn from Dave and ease my worries a bit...
His old father hadn't seen him in Konoha for years—didn't he miss me? Besides, it's been four or five years—wouldn't it be nice to come back with some grandkids for me to play with?
At that moment, Kokuma was labeled as deeply unfilial in Hashirama's heart. He completely forgot his son was only ten years old now.
Kokuma: Give you grandkids at ten?
Ten minutes later, Dave looked at the ten beautiful ladies standing before him and was very satisfied. Uncle Madara was the best.
"Sisters, what am I doing? I need your help. You don't have to do much—just this..." Next, Dave explained today's task to the ten young ladies.
After a while, the ten Uchiha girls blushed and felt a bit disappointed. They'd never done anything like this before...
All ten were nearly twenty years old.
They were typical Uchiha—arrogant and haughty.
They looked down on everyone, even their own clan.
They were thrilled when the clan leader summoned them earlier.
Could the clan leader's iron tree finally be blooming?! Did he want to pick one of them as his wife??
They'd all rushed to put on their best clothes and appeared before the clan leader in an instant. Looking at the clan leader's handsome face... ah... even though he was over thirty... but... but... he was still handsome...
But then the clan leader had brought them here and left... leaving them speechless... Sure enough... the clan leader's iron tree would never bloom...
"Hiruzen, how's the flyer distribution going—the big help you promised?" Dave called Hiruzen and asked.
"Dave!! Is this the 'big help' you meant for us???" Hiruzen didn't respond, but Danzo shouted from the side.
"Ahem, it's almost done. Yeah, finished. We'll head back soon." Hiruzen was stunned for a moment, then hung up.
Hiruzen and Danzo looked at most of the flyers in the trash can in front of them—um... we'd finished distributing them... what? Didn't it count if they went in the trash?
Looking down on Konoha's trash cans? Did trash cans have no rights? Bah, bin rights?"