The Matter of Principles

For the current Fugaku, the word "draw" had become synonymous with love and hate.

Although he wanted to oust Zhang Miao and his wooden box many times, Zhang Miao could always tell some secrets that he longed to know. He always got lured by the bait, often putting himself in shame as a result.

And this time it was the same.

The Rinnegan could resist all ninjutsu and taijutsu, and could instantly control the Kyubi. Fugaku felt that as long as he got it, there was a great possibility of breaking the secrets of the Uchiha stone tablet, and find a way to change the fate of the clan.

At this moment, Fugaku even used his Sharingan to cast genjutsu, so that Zhang Miao could tell him all the secrets!

But he quickly canceled this idea because Zhang Miao's unknown background made him not dare to act rashly. In contrast, choosing to play the "lottery game" with Zhang Miao was undoubtedly a very safe but risky approach.

"If one draw is not enough, I will draw ten times. If ten times are still not enough, I will do twenty more. At worst, just like last time, I will succeed in a month. I don't believe I can't get it!"

Thinking of this, Fugaku suddenly gritted his teeth and reached into Zhang Miao's wooden box again.

The result of the lottery was obvious. The paper with eyes had been secretly put into the system storage by Zhang Miao, so Fugaku could only draw the goat paper.

Looking at the familiar goat pattern in his hand, Fugaku sighed helplessly and opened his mouth to bleat.

But before he could bleat, Zhang Miao seemed to think of something and slapped his thigh.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Uncle Fugaku, do you have a camera in your house?"

Fugaku, "..."

"Fuck, bleating like a goat is one thing, but do you really need to take this up a notch?"

This is really too much!

Thinking of this, Fugaku's anger suddenly lit up. At this time, he just wanted to shoot a fireball at Zhang Miao's face!

However, his rationality told him that he couldn't do this, so he could only take a few deep breaths and squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

"What do you want a camera for?"

"Uh... hehe..."

Hearing Fugaku's question, Zhang Miao immediately felt a little embarrassed and touched the back of his head.

"In fact, I was planning to set up a small stall in the village and sell some things to earn some pocket money. But as you know, the police force of your Uchiha is too strict with the vendors, so I want to take a picture with you to avoid making everyone unhappy!"

"Set up a stall to earn pocket money?"

Hearing Zhang Miao's reason, Fugaku realized that he had misunderstood. He immediately nodded.

"I see. How about this, tell me the whereabouts of the Rinnegan and I will give you one million ryos. What do you think?"

One million was almost the reward for an S-rank mission, and Zhang Miao only need to give the information about the Rinnegan in exchange. It was not directly selling the Rinnegan to him, so the price given by Fugaku was still very fair.

But compared to Fugaku's Ninja Fragments, one million was insignificant, and Zhang Miao could still compensate for it.

So when Fugaku finished speaking, he refused without hesitation.

"Nope, I refuse. I am a man of principle!"

Seeing Zhang Miao's firm attitude, Fugaku immediately snorted with a straight face.

"Hmph! Then why should I take a photo with you?"

"Hehe!" Zhang Miao was not frightened by Fugaku, who had a straight face. Instead, she grinned. "I can let you draw one more time. How about it, uncle?"

Fugaku, "..."

"Fuck!"

"This kid has caught my weakness!"

For the sake of the Rinnegan and the future of the Uchiha clan, Fugaku could only sigh helplessly, then opened the door and shouted out.

"Itachi, bring me the camera!"

"Okay, father!"

Hearing the voice of Itachi outside, the corners of Zhang Miao's mouth immediately curved into a smile. Then, he held the wooden box with both hands and handed it to Fugaku.

"Come, Uncle Fugaku, draw the prize. I wish you a good draw!"

"Humph!"

Fugaku snorted again. Then, he reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the wooden box. When he opened it, he found that it was still a goat. He could not help but sigh.

"Sigh... I missed again!"

Seeing Fugaku's depressed look, Zhang Miao hurriedly went up to comfort him.

"Uncle Fugaku, don't be discouraged. It doesn't matter if you can't draw now. You just need to draw a few more times."

"Tch!" Hearing Zhang Miao comforting her, Fugaku immediately nodded, "I also think that I will draw a few more times!"

"No!" As soon as Fugaku finished speaking, Zhang Miao immediately shook his head. "What I mean is, as long as you draw more and still fail, you will get used to it. Just like how you learn how to bleat like a goat. Alright, since you failed, just bleat. I want to listen to the old goat version!"

Fugaku: "..."

"F*ck!"

Although there were a hundred reluctances, Fugaku could only abide by the agreement with Zhang Miao. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

"Baa..."

The moment he opened his mouth to scream, the door of the room was suddenly opened. The person standing at the door was Itachi, who was holding a camera!

"Father... you..."

This was the second time Itachi saw Fugaku who stuck out his tongue and imitated a goat. Perhaps it was because he was too shocked, his hand accidentally pressed the shutter, and a crisp sound rang out.

"Click!"

The camera in Itachi's hand was the type that could immediately produce photos, so when the shutter sounded, a photo came out from the bottom of the camera and fell to the ground with a "click" sound.

Zhang Miao was quick to react and quickly snatched the photo in his hand. Then, he saw Fugaku with his tongue out in it!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Miao grinned and raised his eyebrows at Fugaku.

"Uncle Fugaku, let's be honest. How much are you going to pay for this photo?"

Fugaku: "..."

Itachi: "..."

"F*ck, is this extortion? Moreover, how dare you to threaten the Police Force's leader! Are you trying to go to heaven?"

If someone else did such a thing, they were undoubtedly seeking death, but now it was Zhang Miao who did it. The only thing Fugaku could do was to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"How much do you want!"

Hearing Fugaku's words, the smile on Zhang Miao's face suddenly became even brighter.

"I am a man of principle. The price is 72 million. If you don't give it to me, tens of thousands of this photo's copies will be scattered all over the Land of Fire!"

Fugaku: "..."

"72 millions? How dare you!"

Looking at Zhang Miao's villainous expression, the corner of Fugaku's mouth twitched twice again, and then he spat out a sentence.

"At most, I will give you 200.000 ryos!"

"Hmph, do you think 200.000 is enough? Let me tell you, I am a man of principle. Since you are so insincere, I am leaving!"

Seeing that Fugaku was so uncooperative, Zhang Miao immediately stood up and left.

However, after taking two steps, he saw that Fugaku was still silent with his eyes closed. He hurriedly reminded him again.

"I'm really leaving!"

Seemingly noticing that Fugaku did not try to persuade him to stay, Zhang Miao could only sigh helplessly.

"Sigh, forget it. For the sake of Itachi and Aunty Mikoto, 200,000 is fine."

Fugaku: "..."

Itachi: "..."

"F*ck, what about your principles?"