Naruto: I Became Tsunade's Husband and Took Over Konoha

Chapter 535 - 534: The Production of Standardized Equipment

The moment Orochimaru finished speaking, the link in the lower right corner of the livestream was instantly opened.

Immediately afterward, viewers flooded in like a tide, one after another starting to place orders.

Watching the constantly flashing order notifications on the screen, a satisfied smile appeared on Orochimaru’s face. He quickly called out, "Everyone, don’t rush, there’s enough for all, enough for all."

However, before Orochimaru’s words had fully faded, Kimimaro from his team suddenly interrupted him, anxiously saying, "Lord Orochimaru, it’s sold out."

Hearing this, Orochimaru was momentarily stunned. He widened his eyes, his face filled with an expression of disbelief. Only five short seconds had passed, and ten thousand bottles of the product had been snatched up so quickly. And he was sure he had set a purchase limit.

"Are you sure you set the purchase limit?" Orochimaru asked doubtfully. He remembered seeing other people’s livestream sales, which usually lasted about ten minutes. How come for him, it ended in just five seconds.

Kimimaro promptly answered, "I am certain it was set, Lord Orochimaru. However, about eighty percent of these orders are from the Konoha headquarters. The remaining twenty percent are from other Konoha branches."

As he spoke, he unconsciously swallowed, inwardly marveling at the astonishing sales volume of Lord Orochimaru’s product.

Although Kimimaro had only recently joined Orochimaru’s team, through Orochimaru’s introduction, he had gained some understanding of the internet and livestreaming.

Yet, even so, he was shocked by the sight before him.

The quality of Orochimaru’s products had always been well, renowned and trusted by consumers.

However, his sales channels had always been limited to offline physical stores. He had never tried online sales before.

This time, Orochimaru had a sudden whim, deciding to conduct a small trial on the internet.

He had only done some simple promotion, not holding out much hope.

Yet, unexpectedly, this attempt triggered a huge response.

Once Orochimaru’s product went online, it was like a lit powder keg, instantly detonating the market, becoming a hit product.

Although Orochimaru had the title of "Cold Sannin," usually calm and composed, when he saw the sales data, he couldn’t help but be astonished.

He had never imagined the power of the internet was so immense, capable of pushing his product to such high popularity in such a short time.

However, Orochimaru quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said to the camera, "Thank you, customers, for your support of Orochimaru’s products. To express my sincerity to everyone, and also to repay all customers for their enthusiasm, I have decided to ship all remaining inventory at once."

His voice was calm, but the determination within it was impossible to ignore.

Then, Orochimaru turned and called out to Kimimaro beside him, "Kimimaro, go get another thirty thousand bottles. Put up the link in two minutes. We must ensure my fans can all buy it."

Hearing Orochimaru’s command, Kimimaro dared not show the slightest slackness, immediately turning to carry out the task.

Orochimaru continued facing the camera, smiling as he said, "Please be patient, everyone. We will ship the orders as quickly as possible, ensuring every customer receives their desired product promptly. Thank you all again for your support."

The comment section exploded.

"Lord Orochimaru is so handsome, so considerate to fans."

"Lord Orochimaru is so great. I was just staying on the payment page, about to pay, when it reminded me the product was out of stock. I was feeling dejected. Now it seems Lord Orochimaru is truly a good person."

"I’ve decided, from now on I will be a loyal fan of Lord Orochimaru."

Instantly, praise poured in like a tide. Several wealthy women even directly sent a few virtual gifts equivalent to "Carnivals."

Outwardly, Orochimaru appeared to be a graceful, gentle, and refined gentleman, but internally, his heart was already surging like a stormy sea.

He had never imagined that the beauty and skin care potion he casually concocted would be so wildly popular.

He was a male shinobi, not paying much attention to or pursuing his own appearance.

So, he had originally intended to discard these potions like waste.

However, right at that moment, Kimimaro had a sudden idea and told him astonishing news: these potions could be resold through livestreaming, and could fetch a rather considerable price.

Initially, Orochimaru was half-believing, half-doubting Kimimaro’s words, even thinking he was just deliberately teasing him. After all, he had never thought these potions would have any commercial value.

But when he witnessed the sales situation of the potion during the livestream with his own eyes, he finally believed Kimimaro’s words.

He suddenly realized that those beauty and skin care functions he didn’t care about might be priceless treasures in the eyes of other women.

After all, not everyone in this world was as indifferent to their appearance as he was.

Whether female shinobi, noblewomen, or female workers, many among them cared deeply about their looks, willing to spend large amounts of money and time to maintain and beautify themselves.

The second batch of thirty thousand bottles of potion sold out in two minutes after being listed. Orochimaru looked at the amount of virtual gifts and the money earned from the potions. He was raking it in.

Just then, Uchiha Ryun called him. Orochimaru was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "Brothers and sisters, since the inventory is sold out, Orochimaru is preparing to end the stream. I hope the viewers in the livestream become more and more beautiful, more and more pretty."

Finished speaking, Kimimaro turned off the livestream equipment, then let out a sigh of relief, immediately giving Orochimaru a thumbs up. Orochimaru smiled and said, "Kimimaro, you’ve worked hard. Rest assured, I will cure your bloodline disease as soon as possible."

Kimimaro was deeply moved. He knelt on one knee and said, "Lord Orochimaru, this subordinate is not in a hurry. Being able to serve by your side is the honor of Kimimaro’s life."

Orochimaru patted his head. "Go on, rest now."

Kimimaro acknowledged and retreated. Orochimaru answered Uchiha Ryun’s call. "Hello. Ryun, what wind blows you here?"

"Heh, Lord Orochimaru, you have good methods indeed, earning tens of millions in such a short while." Uchiha Ryun’s intentions were not about drinking, hinting and pointing out something.

"Ahem, it’s all thanks to the Hokage-sama unifying the ninja world and popularizing mobile phones. That’s how I have such a large platform to showcase myself, and incidentally earn a little pocket money." Orochimaru flattered him.

Uchiha Ryun suddenly understood. "So that’s how it is. Then that means I have a share of the credit here too?" He asked with a laugh.

Orochimaru’s expression stiffened. He wondered if his ears were playing tricks, why he was hearing such absurd words.

"Ryun, how much do you want?" Orochimaru inquired. Ryun thought for a moment and said, "One tenth of the net profit."

Orochimaru let out a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "The Hokage-sama works tirelessly for Konoha’s matters. I see all this clearly. From now on, I, Orochimaru, will give one tenth of all my industries’ profits to the Hokage-sama."

Uchiha Ryun was taken aback, then quickly reacted. Indeed, Orochimaru was not simple either.

"Good. In that case, from now on, all departments of the Konoha government will give your enterprises the green light. As long as product quality has no issues, your matters will be handled with priority." Uchiha Ryun also gave practical benefits.

Orochimaru’s eyes lit up. This money was well spent. It had to be known that before every product could be listed, it had to go through layer upon layer of screening, consuming massive amounts of manpower, material resources, and finances.

If he could get the green light on these procedures, a mere ten percent of the profits was nothing at all.

"Thank you, Hokage-sama." Orochimaru said.

"It is I who should thank you, for creating so much value, so much wealth for Konoha." Uchiha Ryun said sincerely.

Orochimaru smiled. "It’s all because the Hokage-sama gave me knowledge and proposed many ideas. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be today."

Uchiha Ryun sighed. "Recently, have there been any breakthroughs in standardized weapons?"

Orochimaru fell silent. He spoke, "Hokage-sama, the research and manufacture of standardized weapons costs money, and it’s not a small amount. Although we have researched them, putting them into production would consume a lot of resources."

"Moreover, standardized weapons would only pose trouble for chuunin and below. They would lose effectiveness against jounin. Do we really want to research this kind of thing?" Orochimaru said slowly.

Uchiha Ryun rubbed his temples. "I naturally know what you’re saying. But there is one advantage you haven’t considered."

"That is, if ordinary civilians, without chakra, pick up standardized weapons, they would also have the power to injure chuunin."

"Shinobi are, after all, a minority in this world. Most are ordinary people. If we can let these ordinary people unleash their own strength, once war happens in the future, if poor, then precision shooting, if rich, then firepower coverage, even jounin would likely die." Uchiha Ryun spoke, his eyes shining.

Tens of thousands of common people holding semi-automatic rifles, firing in vast swathes on the battlefield. The scene was magnificent just thinking about it.

Orochimaru was deeply shocked by the scene described by Uchiha Ryun. He had not thought that Uchiha Ryun’s development of standardized weapons was to make common people Konoha’s combat power.

Indeed, as Uchiha Ryun said, if rich then firepower coverage, the power of bullets far surpassed shuriken.

If one magazine held thirty rounds, ten thousand people would be three hundred thousand rounds of bullets, converted into shuriken.

Probably even the Third Raikage in his prime couldn’t withstand that.

And those inflicting such damage would be ordinary people and that standardized equipment.

But very quickly, Orochimaru returned from fantasy to reality. He said, "Ryun, we don’t have sufficient iron ore nearby to make tens of thousands of firearms."

This was the most realistic problem. Even emptying all of Konoha’s iron couldn’t make tens of thousands of firearms. Uchiha Ryun frowned.

After thinking it over repeatedly, he said, "The iron ore matter, I will find a way."

Finished, Uchiha Ryun hung up the phone and began thinking. Now he was racking his brains, wanting to enhance Konoha’s strength.

---