When Dulin first came to Audis, the guys in the town hall who were unwilling to give up their hard-earned jobs so easily were not interested in Dulin. In their opinion, Dulin might be the same unlucky guy as them, and was excluded, and then transferred here to wait for him to bow his head or voluntarily withdrew. They were even a little gloating. After all, the position of mayor has too much value than that of the directors, and that is the mayor!

In the past imperial period, there may be a downgrade in the title, but in the new era, the new party came to power, I have never heard of anyone being downgraded. In other words, Du Lin was transferred to any place, and he was also a mayor, and at the worst he was still standing still, and he would not be a little lower than his current level.

If we talk about the bad nature of human beings, it is all about this. We always hope that someone will be more unlucky than themselves. Only in this way can we regain some of the joys of life.

But after Dulin's 200,000 yuan plus a fraction of cash was locked into the vault by him, these people's eyes looked at Dulin again. After all, this is a world where people speak by their ability. If they can make money, it means there is development. If they have development, it means there can be more money. In addition to dozing off in the office, these people who have nothing to do all day are just looking through the newspapers that have been over the past week to learn about the situation outside.

This is a society where capital is king. If Dulin’s friends are willing to support his work, everyone will have a chance. With such expectations, Dulin held a small meeting with them and taught them a special way of working, such as... blackmail!

Blackmail is a survival skill that is not easy to master, because if the attitude is too tough, it is not blackmail, but threatening and extortion. If the attitude is too gentle, it is begging. Therefore, blackmail is a very profound science, and Dulin must teach these idiots who abuse their limited time in their studies step by step.

The director of the Transportation Bureau and tax officer of the city of Audis, the young man named Thomson, had a head of chicken-yellow hair that looked a little weird. This time he followed Dulin and used a little oil, which made it much better. He invited Ms. Saili to his office and patiently told her about the cargo.

"Things are a bit difficult!" Thomson seemed a little embarrassed, but in fact his heart was beating very hard. He kept holding his breath, afraid that if his mouth widened, he would let Saili hear his heartbeat. "Mayor is not sure what you are transporting, so..." He showed a little troublesome expression and shook his head.

Occasionally, she looked up at Saili, and Saili immediately understood. She took out a ten-dollar banknote, put it on the table and pushed it over.

The first time someone stuffed black money to himself, Thomson's heart almost popped out of his throat. He looked at the ten dollars and felt a little jealous. At the same time, he also had an indescribable collapse in his heart - Mr. Du Lin did not teach him how to put away the black money.

Should I put it in the drawer of the table, in my own pocket, or hold it directly in my hand?

While he was hesitating about how to put away the ten dollars, Saili thought he thought it was too little, and with an ugly and hideous smile on his face, he took out another ten dollars and pushed it over.

Two ten-dollar notes are worth his salary for half a month, and he is only thirty-five yuan a month. God is here, forgive your humble servant!

A faint footstep suddenly sounded outside the door. Thomson, who had been here for two years, was already familiar with the steps between his colleagues. This was a strange step. He immediately covered the twenty yuan with a newspaper placed on his desk. His original intention was not to want anyone else to know that he was in the hands of the money, but his action also made Saili feel relieved.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, she secretly scolded these people in her heart for being crazy and daring to collect any money, and at the same time she also had a hint of expectation.

For these smugglers, the tax officer who collects black money is a good tax officer.

A figure flashed past the door, and the strange gaze was still hanging on Thomson's face for a moment. Thomson immediately stood up and closed the door, only to feel a little more at ease. He glanced at the newspaper on the table, and a flash of heart-to-heart flashed by. Is this just to put the money down?

He walked back to his seat, and then added some content according to the core speech that Dulin taught him, "You two trucks of goods are a bit troublesome, but fortunately, we met us, otherwise we would really detain your things and destroy them! You should know that in other places, those people are not as easy to talk to as we do!"

Is what Thomson said the truth?

It is indeed true, but it is not as terrifying as he said. It is also a coercion and inducement. First, give gifts and money, and if you don’t collect them, you will give them an envelope loaded with bullets, or draw a target on the door of the official in charge of this matter. They have also encountered places such as saying they want to destroy them. Except for a few times, they can basically get the goods back, but they spend more and less.

Saili nodded and agreed, and squeezed out a smile, "Yes, yes, you're so right!"

When did Thomson be so praised?

Even though these words were actually just a very simple communication skill, Thomson felt the benefits of being a tax officer. It would be different if he had a layer of skin on his body! He coughed lightly and said, "I know that some workshops in the Empire have wine licenses, and your wine may not be illegal supplies, right?" He stared at Saili. Saili was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, and complimented Thomson for a few more words.

Thomson gradually entered the role, and he found that these things were not difficult. The key was to have courage and confidence. "How much profit do you do? Let me say first. If I find that you are lying, I am sorry to be on this road in the future. Do you understand what I mean?" As he said, his tone became softer again, "I just want to raise the taxes that should be collected, and there is no intention of making things difficult for others. As long as you pay the tax, these things are legal. Even if you go to any place to fight a lawsuit, you can win. Do you understand?"

"The empire is based on protection policies for legal merchants. Only by encouraging merchants to circulate goods and funds can the economy improve!"

The cost of this batch of goods is no more than eight yuan per bottle, but they plan to buy twenty-four yuan, which is twice the profit, that is, sixteen yuan. She didn't dare to report that much, so she gritted her teeth and reported a profit of twelve yuan, secretly hiding the profit margin of four yuan.

But even the profit of twelve dollars almost made Thomson ask her if she would like to make a share of it. She was so stubborn that she could actually make twelve dollars in a bottle?

He took a deep breath, suppressed his desire to beat strongly due to the stimulation of huge profits, took out a pen and wrote and painted it on paper, and calculated, "Ms. Saili, according to the Imperial Law, you must pay no less than 50% of the profit as a special tax for the wine industry, that is, a six-dollar tax for a bottle!" After saying that, Thomson's heart beat again unscrupulously.

He heard Du Lin say that the carriage could hold 6,000 bottles. Although he didn't know why the new Mayor Du Lin was so familiar with these things, now Thompson thinks that the mayor is right and he can hold 6,000 bottles. This is... a special tax of 36,000 yuan!

And it was two cars on the horse, 72,000 yuan!

His face turned red due to excitement, and he looked at Saili with some concern and expectation. After the expression on Saili's face appeared briefly astonished, he actually nodded!

She nodded!

These damn smugglers can actually pay 72,000 yuan to pay taxes. How much money can they make in this batch of transactions?

Thomson was excited and temporarily returned the mathematics to his university teacher. He couldn't help but raise his tone a little. "There is also the fine for you to evade taxes, but the mayor has already told me that we will punish you according to your positive attitude of admitting mistakes and responsibility. We should know that in normal procedures, the amount of fines starts from 30% to 30% to 300%!"

Five percent means that each bottle has to be taken out another dollar, but Saili can make the decision on this loss. She nodded happily again. However, she was not completely nodding, and also asked a question she was very concerned about.

"Tax Officer Thomson, if I pay special taxes and fines and have the tax payment certificate you gave me, will I not have the right to seize our goods and ask us for money at the subsequent levels?"

Thomson nodded, "As long as your other procedures are complete, they do not have the right to detain your property, nor do they have the right to ask you for any benefits. This is illegal, do you know?"

Finally, Thomson repeated what Mr. Dulin taught him, "Do you know the hometown association? They have to walk hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine every month, but no one can stop them!"

These two sentences made Saili feel completely relieved, but she had a little more questions, "What are the procedures you mentioned...?"

Soon, Saili walked out of the town hall building in a daze, and while walking, she didn't forget to look back, the place gave her a very weird feeling. Her subordinates immediately surrounded her and asked her how she was doing. Saili didn't say anything. She followed the prompts Thomson gave her and found a very dilapidated house less than 150 meters away from the town hall building. The moment she pushed open the door and went in, she saw a guy smiling sniffing his nose.
Chapter completed!