Luckily, the roofs were set slightly higher in the first place, and ventilation holes were inserted in them. Of course, this is not for the second floor, and the old Hazefinger just wants to use it as a stronghold for the printing and dyeing industry, and does not want to live here for a long time.

The dyes that were heated by plants and mixed with various minerals were, of course, "smelly", and the elder Hazefinger had always suspected that this had something to do with his asthma. Otherwise, how did I explain my asthma that shouldn't have belonged to me when I was middle-aged?

So by the time he snatched up the property and won this property, he already knew very well that such a house was not suitable for him to live in for a long time. Setting up beds in the bridgehead rooms on both sides just for rest, what? Set up the second floor for a long time? That damn smell should be far away from your own house! Building a two-story house, is that to make the smell of dye better to send yourself on the road?

"So, you were only going to build a one-story house?"

"Yes...... Target. "Old Hazefinger was sitting in front of Pippons almost like a prisoner.

"What about the overall area, old gentleman, you should know it in your heart?"

"It's true that I hired craftsmen to repair this house. But now it has been inherited from my youngest son, Bowitt, who has broken up from my family, and I am blinded and know nothing. ”

"Hmm," Pippons cleared his throat, only to feel that Haoran righteousness had come from nowhere. "In the near future, we will focus on reviewing the tax records paid by various merchants and workshops in Duncheng over the years, and check whether there are tax officials who have cheated for personal gain, and those who do not match the actual amount of money paid and the data will be paid in accordance with the original Elta Law, and the tax officials will be punished according to the size of the amount of corruption, and there is no upper limit."

As soon as these words came out, old Hazefinger's originally ruddy face turned a little pale.

"At the same time, we will concentrate on the rectification of the industry and commerce in the entire shield city, including all kinds of food and clothing that may cause diseases, and we will destroy and dispose of woven products that are not handled in accordance with the "Interim Regulations on the Management of Sierta Fabrics". Of course, we will be held accountable for the manufacturers and enterprises related to these woven products. ”

The thought of the pungent smell of the dye crucible made old Hazefinger's face almost white. Fine sweat oozed from his palms, and the wrinkles on the skin of his old, flabby fingers were shaking. What do these affect health, it's really nonsense! Yes, his health has been seriously affected, but the main body of the dye formula of various colors has not changed for thousands of years, and this new government is about to expropriate and expropriate? Or is it that the legendary machine factory that can pull out colored cloth by stuffing cotton wool for thousands of miles is going to enter the shield city and take these old guys to sacrifice the flag?

As for what tax evasion, this is the threat of Chiguoguo! Old Hazefinger wanted to angrily reprimand the shamelessness of the young man in front of him who relied on his authority. Yes, I stole taxes and donations, but did I do that for the Hazefingers? Besides, the old Elta's various harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, especially the various donations from the previous open war, if you really pay all of them, which one is not enough to pay for your net worth and life? This baby pretends to be confused, and he really has a hand!

Hazefinger was afraid, but his anger was getting bigger and bigger. Haven't you ever thought about how many people will go bankrupt and lose all their money if you really go to the check? - You must know that although the punishment for these two in Elta's original tax law is not exponential, it is also a snowball.

Old Hazefinger trembled for a while before he could calm himself down and respond to the attack with a broken jar. He pinched his fingers and said, "Well, it's useless for you to threaten me, my assets and family property have been inherited to my sons long ago as you can see, if you want to track them down, you should also check them, what are you looking for me to do some nonsense?" ”

Seeing this, Pippens smiled and stroked his palm and replied, "Mr. Hazefinger, you are really a noble man. No matter how flawed Elta's old law is, it clearly points out that the recourse relationship is based on the name of the person marked on the contract. What do you think? Are there some things you should think about now? ”

"If you don't have money, you have to die." The light in Old Hazefinger's eye sockets dimmed instantly.

"Brichenan-Hazefinger, I must remind you that this is not the way to love the child. Today, Bowett wants to blackmail us for a big sum of money, don't you know? As long as you are willing to produce evidence that is contrary to what he wants, then whether you buy through the hands of the magistrate, or forcibly occupy the bridge that should belong to everyone in Shield City, we will not be guilty of the past. ”

That's the showdown. Hazefinger clearly saw the fierce face of the young man in front of him, and he almost knocked on the table with him, an old man.

"Let me think about it...... "It's not easy to convince yourself to give up the interests of a certain son. How can a father not understand his child's thoughts? As the saying goes, "tiger poison does not eat children", you must know that now tomb robbers open robbery holes, that is Lao Tzu on the top, and the son is below. How difficult is it to ask the old Hazefinger to give up a little Hazefinger's efforts to protect his own interests?

Not to mention the subsequent family reconciliation - even his own father may betray himself, how disappointed must Bowett be? The elder Hazefinger was just about to recall Bowwitt's performance before and after the breakup when he was interrupted by Pippins.

"Think about it? I'll give you a minute. Pippons pulled out his phone and pointed to the time, snapping his fingers menacingly, "The timer begins." ”

What can old Hazefinger, whose thoughts have been cut off by Qi Qi, come up with in a minute? Gains and losses are entangled with each other, family affection and reason are blended - old Hazefinger is certainly not a masterpiece, and it is simply difficult for him to use this minute, even if it is an hour, to come up with something famous.

But the answer is no longer available. Because the initiative is not at all in the hands of old Hazefinger, let alone his son.

"Bisha, go and get the box in the third drawer of my desk, here's the key." Pippens was about to call a halt, when he saw the elder Hazefinger, who seemed to be ten years older, raise his head and hand the key to his wife.

"Can you guarantee that all the reckoning you speak of will not befall me and my sons?"

"Hmph, it depends on what's in your box. If it's a toilet paper to wipe your ass, then we'll have to treat you as a butt paper for Elta's old empire. Pippons let out a breath in his nostrils, wanting to exchange this empty sentence for some kind of Danshu iron coupon, it is really cheaper than singing! Thinking about it, otherwise how could this guy be the first person in the printing and dyeing industry in this city?

"You'll be happy with this thing." As he spoke, the wife of old Hazefinger had already brought the box.

In the box are the blueprints of the houses on which Hazefinger earned all the real estate when he was young.

"Only one floor?" Pippens looked at the ink-hooked drawings and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. The calculations of the old Hazefinger's investment in it can be said to be costless: there are two foundations dug in one direction, and once the construction process has not yet had time to be capped, it is discovered by other higher-ranking officials, and the wooden walls that have been built are moved inward and filled with non-sticky mortar, and these annotations are clearly written on the map - the advance can be forcibly occupied to achieve the current result, and the retreat can be dormant waiting for the attention to fade. In other words, this line of thinking has reached the level of illegal construction on the other side of the portal and hide-and-seek with law enforcers.

"There's only one floor." Old Hazefinger was already softened in his chair, and his tone became very calm, as if he would confess when asked anything, "It's too late for the old man to build a second floor, so it's the right thing to quickly cover the bridge in the middle." ”

With this drawing of the initiator, Bowett really grew ten waists and couldn't turn over. Pippons smiled and folded the drawings back to their original state, clenched them in his hands and got up to leave: "Thank you very much for your cooperation, I took this drawing with me." ”

"Huh?" Old Hazefinger wanted to stretch out his hand, but he couldn't stand up for a while.

"What? Think it's not worth it? This small drawing, why is it not worth buying your whole family's well-being? Oh, and as for your old friend Mikhatzman, we're not sure he'll be able to escape this reckoning. ”

"Why?" Old Hazefinger, who had just lost his strength, stood up suddenly. "How did you find out about Mihatsman? My diagram doesn't say who it is at all! He is not the manager of the title deed! ”

Pippons had already secured the front door with one hand, but he changed his resolute posture and turned his head to say goodbye to Hazefinger:

"Rest assured, we know more than you think. Then, this life-saving elixir can only protect him once. But if you can persuade him to explain it as soon as possible, you can spare his life. Then sir, there will be a period later. ”

Old Hazefinger was still full of questions, but the door slammed shut—and then the figures outside the window paper converged and quickly dispersed.

He was detached again, and sat down in his chair in a dejected manner.

"What do you say Bowwitt will do now?"

Under coercion and inducement, the elder Hazefinger bribed the magistrates to turn a blind eye to the possession of the entire bridge. Pippons thought he was content with the drawings in his hand and walked down the street to press the keyboard of his mobile phone, but what he waited for was not good news.

"Pippens, guard against arrogance and rashness. Think about it, is the relationship between old Hazefinger and Bowett not as bad as the others? So if old Hazefinger spit out the details of the operation of that house so simply, will he dig a hole for you and wait for you to jump? ”

"But," said Pippens, hasteningly, "old Hazefinger, while I confronted him at the showdown, sifted the chaff and tried to excuse his poor son. ”

"I'm just reminding you that a townsfolk like Bowett aren't much dumber than the enemies you've encountered in Garcia and the hidden enemies in Mendon City. You are acting, and he may be moving to gather evidence in favor of his own claims. ”

"Yes, I see."