The new tax item has never been something to be welcomed, and of course the temple in the artisan district has a deep understanding of it, and the last war tax is supported by the big temple, and which of the other miscellaneous items is not a big deal. However, this time, the new technology tax is slightly different, which makes the archbishop see the new idea of tax collection in China, and he is quite cautious when he pays attention to it.

Therefore, this new tax notice was only posted in the most inconspicuous corner of the temple, and even the eldest son, Afri, who was accustomed to attending the temple, did not notice until several tax priests came to the door with an archbishop's decree, and the old Iza knew that the anonymous letter had worked.

Glancing at the second son, the elder Iza pretended to be as confused as everyone else, and secretly prayed that the eldest son would not go berserk, and then began to perform.

The first stage, of course, is that the reception of snacks and drinks counts as a basic etiquette, plus an incredible inquiry to confirm. The second stage is justification, trying to deny the technical improvement, but the eldest son successfully exposed the bottom, and entered the third stage of delaying the army, that is, delaying.

The seven-ring priest who took the lead was very confident, he did not urge him to speak ill, but also gave him a day, and when he was leaving at the door, he grabbed old Iza and whispered: "Brother White Feather Crow, this matter is not simple, for the sake of many years of friendship, I advise you not to carry it." ”

Old Iza understood what he meant, and after stuffing his heart, he asked, "But what's the news?"

The leading priest looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "I guess a few of your textile workshops have offended people, and there are anonymous letters." ”

Old Izza's mouth opened wide in surprise, and his body trembled slightly.

"Look at you, the anonymous letter is true, but who doesn't have such a thing as offending people, it depends on whether the above wants to be investigated. It's not a big deal this time, and you don't have to worry about anything. The leading priest comforted with a heartfelt face, and then lowered his voice by three points: "For the time being, this new technology tax is only for the textile workshops, that is, there are only three of you in the entire artisan area. I also complain that the archbishop attaches great importance to this new technology tax, and it will inevitably be promoted, and the three of you will definitely not be able to carry it if you want to. That's all I can say, think about it when you're done with the little girl at night. ”

Finally, with a peach-colored joke, the lead pastor beckoned to slowly leave with a group of subordinates.

The old husband and young wife spread very quickly, and they couldn't hide it from people at all, but being ridiculed in such a face-to-face way, old Iza was still a little embarrassed, but he was excited that things were going well, and when he was gone, he barely suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, turned his head and shouted: "Don't look at it, go back to work." ”

That night, the three workshop owners met, ostensibly a grievance meeting, but inside they were sure that the other two were mentioned, and they did not mean to take the lead, so they simply dispersed, and how to choose was not a problem. Of course, this is just a situation, if someone is responsible, old Iza will also tear down the stage.

On the way home, old Iza was once again worried about how his simple second son could fight these old foxes, and in the time he was a sage, he was even more determined to establish an industry guild and form a price alliance. As for the status of this leader, it is indisputable, so that the second son will not be worried before his death, and others will worry about the second son after his death.

fell asleep in a daze, obediently paid the money the next day, cleared the 'pit' on the tax account, and settled down in his heart, but when he saw the second son feeling relieved, he shook his head slightly.

In the days that followed, the elder Iza was extremely active in the weaving workshops in the artisan district, chatting with many of his peers and juniors who had been friends and enemies for nearly a decade. After several temptations and many promises, coupled with the advice of the family, a big framework was finally pulled up. And the rumored 'Sibu', that is, the cloth that was jointly introduced from the kingdom under the rule of the Magician Association, finally appeared in the City of Divine Grace and became another weapon for old Iza's lobbying.

The quality of imported cloth is in kind, everyone is an expert, and the quality is known at a glance, but it is average. But after five or six spatial transmissions, there is still a certain competitiveness in price, which makes all textile workshop owners feel a little chilled. You must know that in addition to freight, the value of a large number of goods damaged due to space cracks is also counted in the good product. And according to experience, with the expansion of the scale of transportation, there is still some room for the reduction of transportation costs and damage rates, that is, these 'sibu' still have at least 20% of the price reduction space.

This knife has been put on everyone's chest, and if you don't move, you will definitely die.

Taking advantage of the trend, the old Iza used another trump card: technology diffusion. First, I had a secret discussion with the owners of the other two workshops with new technologies to determine the leading position of the three first groups, and then took out some non-core drawings, which were used as bait to completely pull the other ones into the group and set them in the next class.

The drawings of the textile workshops in the craftsman area are regarded as treasures, but in fact, the gap is limited, after all, they are developed from the differentiation of two or three small workshops, and they are all inefficient production of goods. And since the beginning of the Age of Magic, the Ifusen Theocracy has only been established for three hundred years, like all major feudal dynasties. At the beginning, the environment was relaxed but did not pay attention to this aspect of development, and when the expansion of social stability and people's living standards improved, it gradually decayed, and the heavy taxation inhibited R&D investment, coupled with the combination of feudalism and religion, the impetus for technological progress was almost zero. It can be seen that the price of foreign cloth goods is still comparable under the huge transportation costs.

It is worth mentioning that Old Iza looked at the drawings that the three of them put together and were about to be released, but there was always a sense of similarity. It's a pity that before old Iza, who frowned and felt a little inappropriate, delved into it, he was entangled in the many chores faced by the establishment of the guild, distracted from it, and forgot about it.

As the saying goes, there is a lot of strength in numbers, and before the textile workshop guild is really established, its benefits begin to be highlighted. The first is taxation, and in the general crying performance of the workshop owners, the topic inevitably falls to the biggest accounting black hole: tax. After a few points of eye contact, a scheming workshop owner took the lead in breaking the unspoken rules and revealing the total amount of taxes he had paid this year.

Just as the unspoken rule of the Earth Company vigorously promotes the hidden wages among employees, the Earth Gangsters will not tell the store the true data of the protection fee of other stores, and the tax priest here also understands the reason that the branch is weak. Under a bad debt, if you still want to collect taxes smoothly, it is the easiest and easiest way to transfer the contradictions between the workshop owners and make them unable to communicate with each other.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, the workshop owners who were sitting together chatting made eye contact again, and the other spoke, and then they all said a number one after another.

Old Izza, of course, was a little bit of a dope, and didn't think anyone was telling the truth, but the numbers were still meaningful, and at least they exposed the ugly faces of the tax-collecting priests. In the hearts of the workshop owners, there is no doubt that the tax collector is a 'bad person', but he didn't expect it to be so 'bad', but because of religious pressure, all of them were silent for a while, and no one dared to take the lead in scolding a bad word.

A clever workshop owner coughed lightly and steered the topic away, as if everyone hadn't said anything just now: "I don't know what you think about the price of new cotton spindles this year." ”

The emotions that had just been pent-up exploded in an instant, and everyone rushed to speak, trying their best to hide their cowardice and fear. After the shipment price alliance, the purchase price alliance was also established. By the way, everyone also talked a little about the prices of previous years, and then scolded the suppliers for their black hearts, and all kinds of foul language emerged in endlessly.

To be honest, this is a bit unjust. The suppliers of spindles are not a unit, and slight differences in prices are inevitable, but they are obviously more than tax conscience, but they have become the target of venting their dissatisfaction for those tax priests who the workshop owners dare not scold.

The small talk after this formal meeting was undoubtedly very useful, and it brought the workshop owners closer together. After they dispersed, old Iza was stopped by another workshop owner, but there was an additional gain: pulling the in-laws' family. The two old men puzzled each other for a moment among the juniors, but unfortunately there was no suitable candidate, but this opened up old Izza's mind.

There are many workshops that use machinery and equipment in the craftsman area, and the left and right are condensed according to the drawings of those mechanical parts, and it does not matter if they cross industries and industries. On the contrary, because of the avoidance of leakage of core secrets and peers, try not to marry competing workshops.

At this point, secrecy takes a back seat, and consolidating fragile alliances is the first priority, so mutual friendship is a very effective method.

did not hide it on the spot, and told the owner of the workshop who came to listen to it, and the more the two chatted, the smoother it became, and they couldn't wait to pull back the few people who left. But seeing that the sky is completely dark, the early autumn night is gradually cold, and it is suitable for the old bones to move around. Only make this matter the agenda of the next meeting, and at the same time find suitable goals for their children and grandchildren, and get a head start.

Everything was going in a good direction, and old Iza was in a good mood to hum a little song. And when he stayed up late to settle the accounts and compare the character and talent of the children and grandchildren of several peers by the way, a dark shadow flashed outside the window, and the old Iza was stunned for a moment and then remembered the eldest son who secretly drank the drink, so he simply went out and blocked it in the kitchen, and asked: "You kid don't do evening classes, what are you here to steal?"

There was a soft sound, and then a violent cough, old Iza reluctantly stepped forward and patted his eldest son's back smoothly, "It's such an adult, you can choke on something." ”

"Thank you, Father...... Ahem...... Father, it's nothing, it's just ...... It's just a drink from the parishioners. ”

"Oh. Go back and go to bed early. Old Iza nodded, looking unconcerned, but his heart was turbulent: the eldest son actually lied.

Logically speaking, there is no need to hide what comes from the right way, and in terms of expression, this clumsy performance is not as good as the eldest grandson, and there is no doubt that this is a lie. And what is this drink that can make the eldest son, who has always been very pious, break the dogma of 'honesty' after the evening class. Seeing the eldest son leave in a panic, old Iza had to pay attention, but after thinking about it for a long time, he came to the conclusion that something new had appeared in the city.

At the next meeting of the textile workshop guild, the strategy for dealing with the foreign goods "Xibu" was first formulated: the price was reduced, and then the topic of strengthening ties with relatives was discussed and passed, and the rather serious atmosphere instantly turned into a blind date corner, but the male heads of the family were obviously not good at this, and then it was agreed that a meeting of ladies would be held tomorrow to discuss this matter.

By the way, old Iza also asked one by one if there were any new drinks in the city recently, which were particularly delicious and attractive. Several old men rolled their eyes and remembered for a moment, giving all kinds of non-touching answers. A few of the younger ones mentioned a new grape wine, but old Izza still shook his head. The last one saw this situation, but there was a misunderstanding, and he replied with an aphrodisiac remedies, and told old Iza to pay attention to his body and not to be serious with the little girl.

Old Iza snorted twice, and under the playful gazes of several people around him, he became more and more embarrassed, so he had to roll his eyes and get up to leave.

Nothing major happened next, everything was pretty smooth. The price reduction strategy stabilizes the pressure so that the textile guild stabilizes the foreign cloth goods, which can be regarded as holding the market. At the same time, because of the use of new technologies, profits are also guaranteed. The tax side did not come to find trouble, but because the new technology tax was disturbing other industries, the tax priests were so busy that they not only allowed the establishment of the textile guild, but also ignored the diffusion of technology. In the face of such an unexpected gain, the old Iza father and son could only sigh at the blessing of God.

At the same time, the elder Iza also expanded the scope of inquiries about the 'new drink', but still found nothing, and by the way, because of this matter, he paid more attention to some of his eldest sons, and found that he did not mean to relax the precepts of his faith at all, and even intensified, and he couldn't help but be more puzzled.

And in the blink of an eye, the bell of the rest bell is ringing early, and the daylight saving time is over. As the days get shorter and the temperature gets colder, and everyone changes into thick clothes, the Textile Guild hears of a big deal: a certain archbishop in the main city is kind-hearted and ready to pay out winter clothes in the slums scattered around the city of Divine Grace.

The workshop owners discussed and divided into two factions. One party trusts the archbishop's character, and will not first smile and then turn his face and deny it, only saying that it is due 'contribution'. On the other hand, they are fed up with the situation that they have lost money in the past and have not been able to gain a good reputation, so they shake their heads.

Old Iza belongs to the centrists, on the one hand, he does not want to give up the fat, let alone give up the opportunity to the foreign goods 'Sibu', on the other hand, he is indeed afraid of the pit. And this hesitation naturally can't escape the eyes of the person next to the pillow, and after a little discussion, the girl Bai Yang said: "The key to everything is the character of this archbishop, as long as you ask clearly." ”

"The point is that you can't ask. Old Iza sighed.

Any hierarchical system within the case of a bottom-up situation. The character of the superior is a mystery, and he can only rely on his subordinates to experience it themselves, and then hide it in his heart and bring it into the coffin. If someone asks about it, of course, the person who passes the emotional intelligence is a good word throughout, and by the way, he backhands the pigtail of the questioner, and if he is unhappy, he will make a small report, and properly send it to the blacklist in the heart of the superior.

And only from the top down, or between the same levels, may get some truth. Thinking of this, Old Iza hesitated, should he ask a few students of the Priest Academy, there might be something to gain.