Accounts are a very scary topic. How many tax collectors have collapsed inexplicably on the way to the city where they need to take office? The empire's tax revenue has long been a black hole. During the feudal monarchy, the nobles had absolute control over their territories. It was impossible for them to let the royal family plunder resources and wealth from their territories. This was also the biggest problem between the nobles and the royal family. One of the contradictions.
Over time, local tax officials were either bribed by the consul or mayor and failed to report a tax of 10,000 yuan every year when filing taxes, or they hunkered down in the tax bureau and left in despair after their term of office ended.
Although the tax issue is much better than before, among the various reforms vigorously promoted by the New Party, there is the issue of tax reform. However, so far, little progress has been achieved, and it is difficult to achieve any breakthrough progress.
But this does not mean that the empire has given up on taxation. On the contrary, the fact is that today, when the New Party controls the imperial power, the New Party attaches great importance to the issue of taxation. It can be said that as long as problems can be found in the accounts, the New Party will definitely help.
The reason is actually not that complicated. To put it simply, the New Party has no money and is poor.
The operating funds of the old party came from layers of black gold tribute, so where do the operating funds of the new party come from
Answer: It comes from donations from enthusiastic people in society, a mixture of government officials and businessmen, and the income of "imperial businessmen". The so-called donations from enthusiastic people in society are basically provided to the new party by businessmen who have begun to show their dominance. Their purpose is to exchange money for political blessing and support, and in exchange for greater profits. Some of these businessmen have transformed into politicians, so it is natural that they will spend money on themselves to show their unique political ambitions and decision-making and execution capabilities.
The last and largest part of the income is the income of the imperial merchants. Royal merchants are the abbreviation of royal merchants. It is precisely because of these people that the dignity of the royal family is maintained, at least so that the royal family no longer needs to live on taxes that cannot be collected at all. In addition, Huangshang itself represents a considerable degree of influence. In short, Huangshang is very successful and makes a lot of money.
And these are not enough to make the new party give up taxes.
Only by solving the tax problem can we completely solve the biggest problem of the empire's ruling party - it has many reform plans but no money to implement them.
Can’t the New Party see the black hole in the tax revenue of these cities? Of course they can see it, but the problem is that seeing it doesn't mean they can definitely detect the problem. At a time when tax reform is difficult to advance, it is nonsense to expect any useful information from tax officials who have been bribed long ago. The senior management sent people to investigate and found that all tax declarations were reasonable and there was no "fraud".
If the problem cannot be found, how can it take advantage of such an opportunity to cause an attack
So this is a difficult problem, a big problem.
All fortresses imagine that their imaginary enemies are extremely powerful, but they always ignore that many enemies actually come from within the fortress. It is difficult for outsiders to check the accounts of Chatnell City, but is it still difficult for locals to check the accounts
Xiuen revealed his plan in full. He would use his influence as a senior agent to influence the State Bureau of Investigation in Canles and ask them to send a "cover" team to escort the tax officers from the tax bureau to clean up. Local taxes. This will definitely allow Peter to take his attention away from Jon and focus on dealing with the tax officer who came to "find trouble." With so much time, they could do many things, such as finding a home for Dulin.
If Du Lin has the blessing of his "superior family", as long as this superior family is strong enough, he doesn't need to worry about being beaten to death by a wave even when facing Peter, the mayor. All that's left is to find a way to collect evidence and expose Turnell's corruption to the public.
It's quite reasonable, at least Dulin didn't find any obvious loopholes in it. There was a look of agreement on his face, but deep down he was still wary. He didn't believe there was such a great person in this world, and he was not of the same race as him.
The two discussed the matter and left soon.
On the way back, Dufo asked: "Do you believe what he said?" He meant Xiu En.
Du Lin shook his head seriously, "I don't believe what he said, so on the surface we are cooperating, but in fact we still have to find ways to save ourselves, and we can't put all our hopes in the hands of others." He said this. At this time, he took out cigarettes and handed one to Dufo. After the two stopped and lit a fire, they continued to move forward. As he walked, Dulin said: "The top priority now is to find a way to see Mrs. Vivian. Only after meeting Mrs. Vivian can we know where the exit of the maze is!"
Dufo didn't show any emotion about this. He knew that he was not as smart as Du Lin, so he just had to play the role of executor. As for why he did it, that was not something he needed to consider.
Early the next morning, two young police officers appeared outside the door of Peter's house. They were very dedicated to their duties and never left from morning to night. Peter, who came back from the evening entertainment, also had someone give each of the two policemen a pack of cigarettes and twenty yuan as a reward for them. Peter knew very well that this must have been arranged by Prondeau to please him. Although he didn't think highly of Prondeau, he had no prejudice against these policemen.
After all, no matter what the reason is, these two policemen are here to stay, right
For three days in a row, people in the manor have become accustomed to having two policemen on duty at the door. In particular, some servants have a better impression of these two policemen. Their presence has reduced the workload of these servants, at least not a lot. Continuous patrols are needed to prevent any eventuality.
On the fourth day, the weather was a bit gloomy and the wind was not light. The wind was mixed with light mist and small water droplets. It looked like it was going to rain. The mayor quickly boarded his exclusive car with a solemn expression and sped away. Investigators from the state tax office will arrive in Turnell today for a week of rational tax inspections. Sometimes Peter despises the new parties very much. He knows that it is meaningless, but he keeps doing it. What else can they get besides disgusting people
At 9:40 in the morning, the downpour suddenly broke out, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky. The pouring rain made the whole world blur. The housekeeper stood by the window on the second floor, looking at the two policemen shivering in the autumn rain at the door of the manor. He hesitated and asked the servant to invite them in.
As a steward, your interests are always the same as those of your master. Peter is not a difficult mayor to get along with. On the contrary, behind his violent side, he is a very charismatic guy in daily life. He is very caring and gentle. Whether this is his nature or a way to hide himself, in short, he has successfully set up his personality perfectly.
Two young policemen shivered and stood under the eaves of the manor wrapped in thick blankets. Rainwater flowed down their trouser legs and into their boots. Even with the thick blankets, their faces still looked ugly. Still shaking.
"Give them two cups of hot tea and two sets of dry clothes. They are working very hard to guard us at the door, and I don't think anyone will come here to cause trouble in this weather.", the housekeeper said. That's what he said, but at the same time, he also told the guards in the manor to guard all entrances and exits and never let anyone in.
After thanking him profusely, the two young policemen dried their bodies, changed a set of clothes, sat in the lounge used by the servants, and fell asleep deeply, as if everyone had forgotten these two young policemen.
In this dark rainy day!
Mrs. Vivian just drank some broth. She has no appetite at all now. If she hadn't been pregnant, she might not even be able to drink the broth.
Every woman longs to be a mother one day. This is the right given to them by God. No matter whether they are powerful or in a high position, they should have the right to become mothers.
Caressing her belly that had not changed in any way, Mrs. Vivian looked out the window at the rainy scene as dark as night. She felt that her world was just like the rain outside the window, bleak and without any future.
A slight knock on the door alarmed her, which made her a little unhappy. Although Peter didn't say it, everyone knew that Vivian had been under house arrest in this manor. She could do anything she wanted except leave.
"Come in!" There was a hint of sigh left in the hoarse voice. She held her chin and looked out the window, feeling that her heart had died. She believed that once Peter found Jon, he would definitely kill Jon, and he would also kill his own children. For children in the belly, the outside world is too dangerous, and any small accident is enough to make them embrace God early.
cough…
The familiar voice made Vivian's eyes light up, and her body trembled slightly. Although she was a strong woman and had a prominent background, she was first of all a woman. At this time, any woman longs for someone to comfort herself and bring even insignificant warmth to herself. But this surprise was so big that she didn't dare to turn around.
"It's very dangerous here. Leave immediately before Peter comes back!" Vivian sighed, finally losing to herself. She stood up and turned around, looking at the familiar figure, and was stunned at the same time. For a moment, because beside Jon, there was a boy he didn't know.
The boy took two steps forward, bowed and saluted, "Although this is not the best time, I am honored to meet you at this moment, my dear Mrs. Vivian."
"I'm Jon's good friend, you can call me Dulin!"
(End of chapter)