When Durin first came to Otis, the guys in the town hall who were not willing to give up their hard-won jobs so easily were not interested in Durin, and in their opinion, Durin was probably the same unlucky as them, ostracized, and then transferred here to wait for him to bow down, or voluntarily quit. They are even a little gloating, after all, the position of mayor has too much gold content compared to their bureau chiefs, and that is the mayor!

In the past, the imperial system may have been demoted, but after the New Party came to power in the new era, I have never heard of anyone being demoted, in other words, Durin is also a mayor wherever he is transferred, and at worst he is standing still, not a little lower than his current rank.

If you want to say that the inferior nature of human beings is also exhausted, you always hope that someone is more unlucky than yourself, and only in this way can you find a little joy in life.

But after Durin's 200,000 plus a little bit of cash was locked in the vault by him, these people looked at Dulin a little differently. In the final analysis, this is still a world that speaks by ability, and if you can get money, it means that there is development. If there is development, it means that more money can be made. These people who have nothing to do all day, except dozing off in the office, are flipping through the newspapers of the past week to find out what's going on outside.

This is a society where capital is king, and if Durin's friends are willing to support his work, everyone will have a head start, and in anticipation, Doolin has a small meeting with them and teaches them a special way of working, such as ...... Extortion!

Blackmail is a survival skill that is not easy to master, because if you are too tough, it is not blackmail, but threaten to blackmail. If the attitude is too tactful and gentle, it is asking for food. Therefore, blackmail is a very advanced science, and Durin must teach these fools who use their limited time to study.

The commissioner of the Transportation Bureau and the tax collector of the city of Otis, the young man named Thomson, had a strange look of chanterelle hair. This time he listened to Durin and used a little hair oil, which was much better. He invited Ms. Cy to his office and patiently talked to her about the car.

"It's a bit difficult!", Thomson seemed a little embarrassed, in fact, his heart was beating very hard, and he kept holding his breath, for fear that his mouth would open wide so that Sally could hear the sound of his heartbeat, "Lord Mayor still doesn't know what you're transporting, so ......", he showed a slightly troubled expression, and shook his head.

Occasionally raising her eyes to look at Sally, Sally suddenly understood, she took out a ten-dollar bill, put it on the table and pushed it over.

The first time someone stuffed himself with black money, Thomson's heart was about to jump out of his throat, and his eyes were a little hot when he looked at the ten dollars, and at the same time there was an indescribable collapse in his heart - Mr. Durin did not teach him how to put the black money away.

Do you put it in a drawer on your desk, in your pocket, or just in your hand?

When he was hesitating how to put the ten dollars away, Saili thought he was too little, and with a somewhat ugly and hideous smile on her face, she took out another ten dollars and pushed it over.

Two ten-dollar bills are worth half a month's salary, and he is only thirty-five dollars a month.

Suddenly there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door, Thomson, who had worked here for two years, was already familiar with the footsteps of his colleagues, it was an unfamiliar footstep, and he immediately covered the twenty dollars with a newspaper on his desk. His original intention was not to let others know that he was holding black money, but his action also put Saili at ease.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time secretly scolded these people in her heart for being crazy, daring to accept any money, and at the same time there was a trace of expectation.

For those of them who are smugglers, the tax collector who collects the black money is a good tax collector.

A figure flashed through the door, the strange gaze lingering on Thomson's face for a moment. Thomson immediately stood up and closed the door, only to feel a little more relieved. He glanced at the newspaper on the table, and a flash of thought flashed in his heart, this can be regarded as handing down the money, right?

He walked back to his seat, and then added something to himself, following the core rhetoric that Durin had taught him, "You two truckloads are a bit troublesome, but fortunately we met us, otherwise we would have really detained and destroyed your things!

Is Thomson telling the truth?

It is true, but it is not as appalling as he said, it is just as coercion and inducement, giving gifts and money first, giving envelopes with bullets if you don't accept them, or drawing a target on the door of the official in charge of the matter. They have also encountered places that say they want to destroy them, and except for a few times, they can basically get the goods back, but they just spend more and spend less.

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

When has Thomson ever been praised like this?

Even if these words are actually just a very simple communication skill, but it also makes Thomson feel the benefits of being a tax officer, there is a layer of skin on his body is different! He coughed lightly and said: "I know that there are some workshops in the empire that have liquor licenses, and your wine is not necessarily illegal materials, right?", he stared at Seli, Seli was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, and complimented Thomson a few more words.

Thomson gradually entered the role, he found that these things are not difficult, the key is to have courage and self-confidence, "How much profit do you have from these things?" Let me say first, if I find out that you are lying, I am sorry for this road in the future, you can't go through, do you understand what I mean?", his tone softened a little more, "I just want to collect the taxes that should be collected, and I don't mean to embarrass people." As long as you pay your taxes, these things are legal, and you can win a lawsuit anywhere, understand?"

"The empire is still based on a protective policy for legitimate merchants, and the economy can only improve if merchants are encouraged to circulate goods and funds!"

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 so much, gritted her teeth and reported a profit of twelve yuan, and secretly hid a profit margin of four yuan.

But even the profit of 12 yuan almost made Thomson ask her if she would like to let people take a share, it is too black, and she can earn 12 yuan for a bottle?

He took a deep breath, suppressed the strong desire in his heart that was stimulated by huge profits, took out a pen to write and draw on the paper, and calculated, "Ms. Cele, according to the imperial law, you must pay no less than fifty percent of the profits as a special tax on the liquor industry, that is, a tax of six yuan per bottle!", after saying this, Thomson's heart beat again.

He had heard Durin say that the carriage could hold 6,000 bottles, and although he didn't know why the new Lord Doolin was so familiar with these things, but now Thompson felt that the mayor was right, it would definitely be able to hold 6,000 bottles, and that was ...... A special tax of 36,000 yuan!

And it's two carts on horseback, 72,000 yuan!

His face turned red with excitement, and he looked at Seli with some worry and some expectation. After a brief moment of astonishment on the expression on Seli's face, she actually nodded!

She nodded!

These damn smugglers were able to come up with 72,000 yuan to pay taxes, so how much money could they make from this batch of sales?

Thomson temporarily returned the math to his university teacher in excitement, and raised his voice a little with some difficulty, "There is also a fine for your tax evasion, but the mayor has already explained to me, and in view of your positive attitude and sense of responsibility, we will punish you according to five percent of the total value." You must know that in the normal procedure, the amount of fines starts from 30 percent and ranges from 300 percent!"

Five percent, which means that each bottle has to take out another dollar, but this loss is completely up to the mark, she nodded happily again. However, she was not exactly a nodding worm, and also asked a question that she was very concerned about.

"Tax Officer Thomson, if I pay the special taxes and fines, and have the tax payment certificate you gave me, will the later checkpoints have no right to seize our goods and ask us for money?"

Thomson nodded, "As long as your other formalities are complete, they don't have the right to withhold your property, let alone ask you for any benefits, it's a crime, you know?"

At the end, Thomson repeated what Mr. Doolin had taught him, "Do you know the Townsmen's Association? They take hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine every month, and they don't see anyone stopping them!"

These two sentences made Saili completely reassured that she was new, but she had a little more questions, "What are the procedures you said...... What do you mean?"

Soon Seli walked out of the city hall building in a bit of a daze, and did not forget to look back a few times as she walked, the place gave her a very grotesque feeling. Her men immediately gathered around her and asked how things were going. Seli didn't speak, she followed Thomson's prompts and found a very dilapidated house less than a hundred and fifty meters from the town hall building. The moment she pushed open the door and entered, she saw a smiling guy picking his nose.

"This is Oriental Liquor, is there anything you need my help with?"