Accounts are a very frightening topic, how many tax officials have inexplicably fallen on the way to the city where they need to take office? The tax revenue of the empire has long been a black hole, in the feudal imperial period, the nobles had absolute control over their own territory, and they could not let the royal family to plunder resources and wealth from their territory, and this is also one of the biggest contradictions between the nobility and the royal family.

Over time, the local tax collectors were either bribed by the consuls or mayors, and could not report 10,000 yuan in taxes every year, or they cowered in the tax bureau and left in disgrace at the end of their term of office.

Although the tax issue is much better than before, the New Party has vigorously promoted various reforms, and there is also the issue of tax reform. However, so far little has been achieved, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough.

On the contrary, when the New Party is in control of the Imperial Power, the New Party attaches great importance to the issue of taxation, and it can be said that as long as the problems can be found in the accounts, then the New Party will definitely reach out.

The reason is not very complicated, to put it simply, the New Party has no money and is poor.

The old party's operating funds came from layers of black gold tribute, so where did the new party's operating funds come from?

Answer: Donations from enthusiastic people in the community, some mixtures of government and business, and income from "imperial businessmen". The donations of the so-called enthusiastic people in society are basically provided to the New Party by businessmen who have already begun to become overlords, and their purpose is to exchange money for political protection and support, in exchange for greater profits. Some of these businessmen have become politicians, so it is natural that they will use their money to show their unique political ambitions and decision-making ability.

Finally, the largest part of the income is the income of the imperial merchants. Imperial merchants are the abbreviation of the exclusive merchants of the royal family, and 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 rely on taxes that cannot be collected at all. In addition, the imperial merchants themselves represent a considerable degree of influence, in short, the imperial merchants are very successful and make a lot of money.

And none of this will be enough to get the new party to give up taxes.

Only by solving the tax problem can we completely solve the biggest problem of the ruling party in the empire at present, which is that there are many reform plans, but there is no money to implement them.

Can't the New Party see the black hole in the tax revenue of these cities underneath? Of course, they can see it, but the problem is that seeing it does not mean that they will be able to find out the problem. At a time when tax reform is difficult to promote, it is nonsense to try to get useful information from tax officials who have been bribed off for a long time. The high-level sent people down to check around, and it was found that all the tax declarations were very reasonable, and there was no "fraud".

If you can't find out the problem, how can you take advantage of such an opportunity?

So it's a conundrum, a big conundrum.

All of the fortresses imagine that imaginary enemies are extremely powerful, but they tend to ignore that many of the enemies actually come from within the fortress. It's hard for outsiders to want Chatner's accounts, but is it hard for locals to check the accounts?

Hunn told him all about his plan, and he would use his influence as a senior agent to influence the State Bureau of Investigation in Canleth, so that they would send a team on the "bright side" to escort the tax collectors of the tax office down to clean up local taxes. This would definitely allow Peter to take his attention away from Jon and turn to the tax collector who had come to "find fault". With so much time, they can do a lot of things, such as finding a home for Doolin.

If Durin has the blessing of the "upper family", as long as this upper family is strong enough, even in the face of Peter, the mayor, he does not need to worry that he will be beaten to death by a wave. All that's left is to find a way to gather evidence and bring Turnair's corruption to light.

Reasonable, at least Durin didn't find any of his overly obvious holes. He had a look of agreement on his face, but deep down he was still wary, he didn't believe that there were such great people in this world, and he was not of the same race as him.

The two discussed what happened after a while, and soon left separately.

On the way back, Dufo asked, "Do you believe his words?"

Du Lin shook his head with a serious face, "I don't believe his words, so on the surface we are cooperating, but in fact we still have to find a way to save ourselves, and we can't put all our hopes in the hands of others." As he said this, he took out a cigarette and handed one to Dufo, and the two stopped to light the fire before continuing to walk. As he walked, Durin said, "The top priority now is to find a way to meet Lady Vivian, and only after meeting Lady Vivien will we know where the exit of the labyrinth is!"

He didn't have any emotional exposure to this, he knew that he wasn't as smart as Durin, so he just had to play the role of a good executor, and as for why he did it, it wasn't something he needed to think about.

Early the next morning, two young policemen appeared outside the gate of Peter's house, and they were very faithful and did not leave from morning till night. When Peter returned from the evening, he also had a pack of cigarettes and twenty yuan for each of the two policemen, which was considered a reward for them. Peter knew very well in his heart that this must have been arranged by Plando to curry favor with him, although he did not think much of Plando, but he had no prejudice against these policemen.

After all, these two cops, for whatever reason, are they here anyway, aren't they?

For three days, the people in the manor had become accustomed to having two policemen on duty at the door, especially some servants had a better impression of these two policemen, and their presence made these servants a lot less worked, at least not without constant patrols, to prevent anything that might happen.

On the fourth day, the weather was a little gloomy, and the wind was not light, mixed with a light mist and small droplets, and it looked like it was about to rain. With a solemn face, the mayor quickly boarded his exclusive car and sped away. Investigators from the State Revenue Department will arrive in Turnaire today for a week of rational tax inspections. Sometimes Peter despises the new party so much, knowing that it makes no sense to do it, but he keeps doing it, and what do they get but disgusting?

At 9:40 a.m., the downpour suddenly broke out, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky. The whole world was in a blur as the pouring rain plunged into a blur, and Mr. Butler stood by the window on the second floor, looking at the two policemen shivering in the autumn rain at the gate of the manor, and hesitated for a moment to ask the servants to invite them in.

As a steward, the interests are always aligned with the owner. Peter is not a difficult mayor to get along with, on the contrary, on the back of his rage, he is a very charismatic guy in everyday life. He is very loving and gentle, whether it is his nature or his means of hiding himself, in short, he has succeeded in setting up his personality perfectly.

Two young policemen stood trembling under the eaves of the manor, wrapped in thick blankets, the rain running down their trouser legs and into their boots, even with the thick blankets, their faces were still very unsightly, and they were still shivering.

"Bring them two cups of hot tea and two sets of dry clothes, they work very hard for us at the door, and I don't think anyone will come here to make trouble in this weather. The butler said so, but at the same time, he also instructed the guards in the manor to be sure to guard the various entrances and exits, and never let anyone in.

The two little policemen dried themselves after a thousand thanks, changed their clothes, and sat down in the common room for the servants to fall asleep, as if everyone had forgotten about them.

On this dark rainy day!

Lady Vivien had just drunk a little broth, and she had no appetite at all, and if it weren't for her pregnancy, she wouldn't even be able to drink the broth.

Every woman aspires to be a mother one day, and this is the power given to them by God, whether they are powerful or in high status.

Stroking her belly, which had not changed at all, Lady Vivien looked out the window at the dark rain scene, and she felt that her world was like the rain outside the window, bleak and without a trace of the future.

She was alarmed by the faint knock on the door, which made her a little displeased, and though Peter didn't say anything, everyone knew that Vivien was under house arrest in the manor. She can do whatever she wants, except leave.

"Come in!", there was a hint of sigh in her hoarse voice, and she held her chin and looked out the window, feeling her heart die. She believed that if Peter found Jon, he would kill Jon, and his own children. For the child in the womb, the outside world is too dangerous, and any small accident is enough for them to embrace God early.

Cough......

The familiar voice made Vivien's eyes light up, and her body trembled slightly, although she was a strong woman, although she had a prominent background, but first of all she was a woman. At this time, any woman longs for someone to be able to comfort herself, to bring even the slightest warmth to herself. But this surprise was so big that she didn't dare to turn around.

"It's dangerous here, you leave at once before Peter comes back!", Vivien sighed, finally losing to herself, she stood up and turned around, looking at the familiar figure, and at the same time froze, because there was another boy he didn't know beside Jon.

The boy took two steps forward and bowed, "It's not the best time, but it's an honor to see you at this moment, honorable Lady Vivien. ”

"I'm a good friend of Jon, you can call me Doolin!"