The tax collector quickly moved the import and export account book for this month, with a wood-like cover, more than 500 pages before and after, and it was as thick as a city brick. The tax officer www.biquge.info the pen %fun %pavilion held the thick account book, and smiled hard: "Your Majesty, the account book!"

"Bafarian beer. The empress didn't answer at all, glanced at him, and said lightly.

"Bafaria beer! Find it!" the tax officer scrambled to hold the heavy account book, counting the alphabetical index, desperately turning over the commodity, and after a while, unable to hold the heavy account book with one hand, turned his head and glared at the tax collector. Immediately, a tax collector ran to hold the account books for his boss, working together, sweating profusely to find this long-neglected term.

"Found it! Bafaria beer, the import tax is 20%, and the import and export turnover is 8!" the tax officer suddenly shouted in surprise. He didn't know how the Empress had become so interested in beer -- he actually came to ask in person?

"Prepare ten barrels and send them to the Hofburg Imperial Palace. Since then, Bafarian beer has been designated as a special drink for the royal family, and ten barrels of the latest beer entering the port are left every week and sent to the palace for accounting. The Empress turned and walked away.

"But Your Majesty!" the tax collector thought that the empress had not heard clearly, and sweated like rain, and gave up his life to stop the empress, and his eyes flashed: "The import and export flow is ...... It's 8, it's only eight barrels, and it was still in the port on Monday, and it was already sent to the Hero Tavern, and the dock is gone......"

"Inferior stouts are everywhere, but mellow royal beers are pitiful?" said Elena, turning her head, "Can you explain, dear tax collector?"

When the tax collector saw the empress looking back at him, he didn't look back and smile at all, full of women's viciousness and coldness. This sentence implied a trap, and when he glanced back at the world, he glanced at the tax officer's creep, and immediately felt that the current empress was extremely dangerous, and it was even more terrible than when the words were like gold!

The tax collector did not dare to take the blame, so he decisively threw the black pot to the parliament: "Because the import tax set by the parliament is too high, no one wants to sell this liquor......"

"Import taxes?"

"Yes, yes, the 20% import tax makes the trade cost of this wine too high, and everyone is unwilling to sell it at a loss, so the import and export quota has been ...... It's low. The tax collector looked at the poor "8" and pondered for a long time before he came up with a decent adjective.

"Change to 2%. Elena turned to get into the carriage, and the rest of the voice floated out of the carriage: "Tribute from this week." Before the weekend, if I didn't have a Bafarian royal beer at my dinner, I would have a leaner tax collector keep an eye on my dock - at least buy a beer to make it easier. ”

The onlookers burst into laughter, laughing, raising their eyebrows, gloating, and celebrating together.

The tax collector had no time to deal with the masses, so he chased out two steps with sweat on his head, and said in embarrassment: "However, the import tax is drafted by the prime minister and submitted to the parliament for approval before it can be ......."

The empress's voice floated out coldly, like a cold wind: "The account of the import and export tax determines the income of the royal family. Are you saying that I have to look at the eyes of the servants when I give my people tax exemptions?"

As if the cold Siberian wind was blowing on the port of Vigna, the fat tax collector stood in place in the form of an ice sculpture, and in his ears was the deadly whisper of the Empress: "Are you tired of life?"

The second time the audience was silent, everyone stared at the sweaty tax collector with anticipation, and thought sinisterly: "Tax officer, speak, don't coward, tell the empress that you are tired of life!

The tax collector's rich life experience is constantly warning him, shut up, shut up. First, what the empress said is too reasonable, the import tax is the direct income of the royal family, and she gives taxes on goods, which will only affect her own income, and others only have reasons to praise, and there is no excuse to obstruct. Second, the trade volume of Bafaria beer is too low, even if the import tax is revised, there will not be too many tax fluctuations, and it is difficult to see on the books. Third, the empress's edict must theoretically be carried out! Clemenson, the House of Nobles, has the ability to argue with the empress! I just need to write a report and make an errand, and I can't help it!

As for how many people will squeeze their heads to invest in and sell Bafarian Royal Specialty Beer from tomorrow onwards, that's not something I can manage, right? As for Oppenheimer's dark beer from tomorrow onwards, it will be hung up and beaten by high-quality and mellow Royal Beer, and the beer market will be snatched up, discarded and abandoned, and it will not be something I can stop, right? No matter how much money I have, it is useless to honor me! Lao Tzu should be content with letting your dark beer run rampant in the market for so long, right?

In a flash of light, the tax officer figured out the right way out:

That is to lick, resolutely abandon shame, decisively betray your teammates, and kneel and lick Her Majesty the Empress desperately!

"Your will is my mission!" The fat tax collector stood up in spite of himself, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flashing with the light of justice, and shouted loudly: "Change it to 2% now!"

Without squinting, Lily gently urged the horse away and leisurely circled back to the Hero's Avenue. A lazy queen voice floated from the carriage: "Work hard." ”

"For the glory of the HRE Empire!!!" the tax collector shouted angrily, standing at the silent corner of the street, not daring to relax until the carriage was gone.

The suppressed chatter suddenly erupted, and the dock became even noisier.

"Tax-free! Bafarian beer is tax-free! This information is worth a thousand gold, hurry up and sell alcohol for a tight amount of money, and the first-hand information will definitely not make a profit!"

"My uncle's ship won't dock until tomorrow, damn it!"

"Tomorrow?!Who can afford to wait! Hire a boat to go down the river, and you will arrive in Mingxing City in one day! The supply of goods will be robbed!"

"Release the letter crow!!We must pre-order the supply of goods!"

The chubby tax collector leaned against the tall building, overlooking the dock of the fryer, and muttered sluggishly: "Oh my God—the world is in chaos!"

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Elena leaned proudly in the carriage, her index finger curled the purple hair around her ear again and again, and tilted her head to look at Frederick to show off: "People's apologies are sincere, right? Don't be angry with your father." ”

Frederick couldn't help laughing, he couldn't do it with a straight face, and looked at her with a smile and a smile: "How can you let me repay you...... Mingxing City's income will skyrocket, and the beer will be out of stock, right? I panicked!"

Elena twisted her head disdainfully, closed her eyes and snorted, "I'm too much, I'm just adjusting the import tax on the two beers exactly the same." It's 2%, fair competition,"

She folded her hands earnestly and played the role of a resident of the street, looking up in praise: "The people have drunk a more delicious and nutritious beer, and they can only think reverently, 'How merciful is our Majesty, how just our Majesty is, I wish her a long and healthy life, and rule our empire forever." ”

Then he glanced at him and snorted softly: "I'm brushing up on my political achievements, what does it have to do with you? ”

Frederick leaned on the carriage, staggering and staggering with the jolts, and said again and again: "I also wish you a long and healthy life, and rule me and the empire forever." Okay, okay?"

"Na," said Elena, and begged him expectantly, "then you want to repair relations with my father? ”

Frederick's heart was displeased, but he pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing, glancing at her serious and squeamish face, and just one glance at it, his heart melted so that he could not feel hatred and anger. So he shut up and nodded.