Shamu's eyes shifted, and he let out a soft laugh.
"Did you get it from Kakuzu?"
The bald man's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged as he said apologetically,
"The source of intelligence must remain confidential."
Shamu did not mind, nor did he ask what kind of intelligence it was.
"Name your price," Shamu said calmly.
The bald man hesitated. Remembering Kakuzu's instructions, the minimum was five million.
"Eight million."
The bald man raised the price slightly to prevent Shamu from bargaining.
Shamu said with a smile, "Fine. Eight million it is."
The bald man's eyes widened. Damn, it was that easy?
Were the Uchiha this rich? They did not even haggle?
Shamu pressed something on the desk, and the door outside opened.
An Uchiha clansman poked his head inside.
Shamu instructed, "Put ten million in a case and bring it over."
The clansman acknowledged the order and left.
The bald man grew restless. Had he not asked for eight million?
A few minutes later, the clansman returned.
He handed a case to Shamu.
Shamu opened it in one motion, then pushed it before the bald man.
"There's ten million here. The extra two million is for your trouble."
"Th-this..."
As a longtime Exchange Office employee, the bald man could naturally tell the amount at a glance.
He had not expected the Uchiha to be so wealthy.
The bald man checked the money, then closed the case.
"Lord Shamu is truly generous. I'll tell you the details of the intelligence right away..."
The bald man then told Shamu everything Kakuzu had delivered to the Exchange Office.
"Good. This intelligence is very useful to me."
"If you get related intelligence in the future, come straight to me. Money is not an issue."
"Our Uchiha will also be selling