Konoha: Uchiha Shisui's Advisor Alliance

Chapter 47 Uemura Takeshi
"Uchiha, you can't do this. Do you know that my uncle is the Minister of Finance, a minister! If you dare to put me in jail, my uncle will not let you go!"

In Uchiha Prison, Osaka Yusuke desperately slammed the iron cage in front of him with a ferocious expression, no longer as elegant and calm as before.

Next to him, there were eight merchants imprisoned. Although they came from different places, they had one thing in common: they were salt merchants.

Some of them looked pale and at a loss, some looked at each other coldly and remained silent, and some greeted with smiles and showed their flattery.

Hui walked outside each cell, looking at their expressions and not caring.

"So it's the Minister of Finance. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was someone from the Tsutomu family."

After a moment, he turned back and stopped outside Osaka Yusuke's cell and said jokingly.

Osaka Yusuke paused, opened his mouth but said nothing.

If he knew someone from the Utsumi family, he wouldn't mention his uncle. After all, this is Konoha, and Utsumi Assistant is a big shot here.

"I really don't know you?"

Hui was a little disappointed. He had thought it was a pleasant surprise. Seeing this, he could only wave his hand and said, "Forget it. Since you don't know him, just wait here."

As he said this, he walked towards the interrogation room and interrogated them one by one alone.

"Name?"

"Tsashi Uemura."

"age?"

"34 is old."

"How much tax should be paid on the store's income?"

"Forehead"

Kamimura Yizhi paused, his face turned pale, and he said, "My monthly income is 60,000 taels, and I pay 12,000 taels in taxes."

"Ok?"

Hui raised his eyebrows. With his keen sense as a ninja, he immediately noticed that the other party's expression was wrong. He snorted coldly, "Uemura Yishi, have you forgotten that your account book is still with me? Besides, I am an Uchiha!"

Under the gaze of the three-magatama Sharingan, Kamimura Yizhi's pupils shrank and his face suddenly changed. He immediately laughed and said, "Yes, I remembered it wrong. It should be 600,000 taels per month and 120,000 taels in tax."

"How many?"

Hui widened his eyes. If he remembered correctly, the things these people were selling had nothing to do with ninjas. A pound of salt was only eighty taels, and the other party was just a small salt merchant. How could he have so much?
"No, no, no, I remembered it wrong, wrong again!"

Feeling a chilly aura coming from Hui, Kamimura Takeshi shook his head and changed his words again.

"I'll just say it."

Hui then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that anyone could make more money than the ninja.

"I didn't pay 120,000 taels of tax. Actually, I only paid 30,000 taels."

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Hui looked at the servile guy in front of him and was silent for a long time. Then he picked up a pen and paper and asked, "How many stores do you have?"

"I am weak and a small figure, so I only have three small shops in Konoha."

"Oh? What about outside Konoha?"

"There are several more in the surrounding towns, but their combined income is less than what's here." Kamimura Takeshi answered them one by one, not daring to hide anything anymore.

"Well, one last question. Do you know any ninjas in Konoha?"

Uemura Takeshi's eyes moved, and he keenly realized that today's interrogation might not be for espionage.

He thought for a moment, then looked up and responded, “I have done business with a ninja from the Ministry of Finance, but I don’t know his name.

We only contacted each other when it was time to collect taxes, and he would help me cover it up, and I would pay him."

"Very good, you can leave." Hui nodded, very satisfied with the other party's answer. He didn't expect that the first person he interrogated could meet Sima Yi's requirements.

"Yes, thank you sir!"

Kamimura Takeshi was delighted. He didn't expect that the other party would let him go so easily. However, just as he was about to get up, he saw a pair of three-magatama Sharingan.

When he regained consciousness, he had returned to the shop with the confession still in his arms.

Takeshi Kamimura fell into deep thought as he recalled the scene he saw in the illusion.

On the other hand, Hui also interrogated the remaining seven salt shop owners one by one, leaving only Osaka Yusuke and ignored him.

Hui looked at the records in his hand and couldn't help feeling a little unfair.

These salt merchants made countless times more money than he thought, and each of them had a lot of thoughts in mind. If he hadn't taken the account books in advance and hadn't had these eyes to intimidate him, he would probably have to use the Sharingan to control them one by one to make them tell the truth.

Many of them have ninja backgrounds, such as Tenshin and Mitomon. However, they are only slightly involved, and even the ninjas don’t know that these guys can make so much money.

"This group of salt merchants actually has a combined monthly income of six million taels! No, that fat guy hasn't asked yet, these people all say that this fat guy is the big boss, and it is estimated that he can earn more than two million taels alone.

Damn it, I have to complete several S-level missions to earn this much, but these guys can just sit there and enjoy their lives and make money!"

Huiqi was so angry that he looked through the tax records of these people. The total amount was less than 30 taels. What's more outrageous is that the more they earned, the less they paid.

"We can't let these people have it easy!"

He pounded his fist on the table with a loud thud, and the wailing of Osaka Yusuke on the other side suddenly stopped.

"Ninja-sama? Uchiha-sama! I really don't have any spies hiding. Sir, you have to believe me. I am innocent. My uncle is a minister!"

The wailing sound once again echoed in the empty cell, but there was no sign of Hui.

Late at night, Hui came to Shisui's house with the account book, and Jinhuo was lying on a tree to digest his food.

"Brother Hui?"

"What are you doing in the tree?" Hui looked at Jinhuo's bulging belly and asked curiously, "Did Shisui treat you to barbecue today? Why is your belly so big?"

Grilled meat
yue~
Jin Huo's stomach churned, and he quickly covered his mouth and pointed behind him, "Master Yi is waiting for you in the study, go straight there."

After Jinhuo finished speaking, he hurried away. Hui looked at his departing back and touched his head with a strange look on his face, but he was too lazy to think about it and went straight to the study.

"Uncle Yi, I'm here."

Hui moved slowly and carefully pushed the door open and stuck his head in.

Sima Yi was the only one in the study, and Hui sneaked in like a thief.

"Shisui is training in the backyard, please take a seat."

Sima Yi smiled when he saw this, stood up and put away the things on the table, and asked again: "Did you bring the things?"

"I brought it. Uncle Yi and these profiteers are really abominable. They actually made a lot of money secretly!"

Hui handed the account books of several people and the income and tax data recorded today to Sima Yi, with a look of dissatisfaction and a little anger on his face.

Sima Yi ignored him, took the data, glanced at it and looked at the account book.

After awakening the Sharingan, his brain was further strengthened, his past memories became clearer, and his arithmetic ability was greatly improved.

He casually flipped open two account books, calculated with his fingers, and got the result in a short while.

"fake."

"What's fake?"

"They tampered with the account book. The income and expenditure for one month don't match. I think they are trying to evade taxation."

"These guys!"

(End of this chapter)