"What money could you possibly spend? And a lot of it, at that?"
"Didn't you lose it all gambling?"
"I know exactly what you're like."
"Two and a half million. Not a penny more."
Hearing Hashirama Senju say that, Madara Uchiha immediately saw through him. He'd probably lost all his pocket money, so Madara had cut the amount in half.
"Two and a half million? Are you giving alms to a beggar?"
"Four and a half million. Not a penny less."
"Two and a half? That sounds awful."
Hashirama started haggling with Madara. He was seriously short on cash right now.
He'd had three million left, but Senju Fujima had cheated him out of one million. He hadn't even had enough to lose with the remaining three million, so how could the other two million possibly be enough?
He'd been so broke that he hadn't been to the casino in days. The people in the village were probably starting to think Konoha's biggest sucker had disappeared!
"Four and a half million?"
"No. Three million at most. Take it or leave it—you won't get a single coin otherwise."
Seeing that Hashirama still thought it was too little, Madara generously raised the offer by five hundred thousand, then threatened him.
"Three million?"
"Madara, raise it a little. Four million. Four million."
"That's my final offer. Otherwise, we each take one."
Hashirama clearly wasn't happy with only three million, and he answered just as firmly.
"You...!"
Madara had never seen Hashirama be this shameless. He glared at him coldly, nearly choking with frustration.
"Three million."
"Four million."
"That's all you're getting."
"Then three and a half million."
"Deal."
In the end, Hashirama and Madara both gave in, and Hashirama got the three and a half million taels he'd been dreaming of. He