Suno's tax collector reads a letter from this morning. This letter made him do three things, first, to send someone to the Valley of the White Dove; second, sent someone to find the owner of the Hal car dealership; Eventually, he sent one of his most trusted subordinates to Suno's sheriff.

The tax collector invited the sheriff to dinner at his home.

In the afternoon, the tax collector asked his wife to clean up the best room in the house, and his wife asked him who was going to visit. The tax collector said that the lord of the White Pigeon Valley, Huo. Arcadio. The tax collector noticed a vague ripple on his wife's face. The tax collector's wife nodded, "Okay, dear." I remember it was the first time he had come to visit us in years, didn't I? ”

The tax officer smiled bitterly: "Yes, if something hadn't happened this time, he wouldn't have come over." ”

The tax officer's wife immediately heard the question: "Is something wrong?" ”

The tax collector knew that when the mud-covered lord arrived, his clever wife would know what had happened at once. In order to prevent the time from being scrambling, the tax officer had to take out a letter sent from a tavern in a small town. The cover reads: "To my uncle." "My naïve father felt humiliated by being caught by a group of robbers, so he was reluctant to write to the valley, which he felt would disappoint many of the people he cared about, especially his mother. So at the urging of the robbers, my father wrote "To my uncle" on the envelope with the address "Tax Collector's Residence, 275 Tassel Street, Suno Golden Rose", in which my father briefly explained his experience of being captured, saying that he was now in the hands of a man called the head of the Kazak.

The tax collector's wife took out the letter from an unknown source and read it quickly, "Oh my God. ”

The tax collector took out a rag that had been sent along with the letter, embroidered with the letters "HA". The tax collector remembered that my father wore such clothes. This made the tax collector give up the idea that this was blackmailing.

"Do you remember that mark?"

"Yes, from the poor son of Sumina."

"Well, it's very stylish."

"When will his father come? What can we do? ”

"I heard about this Kazak in the officer's lounge of the patrol, he was cunning and often protected by the peasants. I have never been caught. But you see, the reason why the peasants protected him was because he was very authentic and did not kill people until he had to. Don't worry darling, there is no problem with the lad's life. We just have to find a way to get him out at the lowest possible cost. ”

At this time, the butler came in, and the tax collector nodded to his wife, who seemed a little excited, and whispered a few words of comfort to her. Then he turned and walked over to the butler. The butler said respectfully, "The boss of Hal is here." ”

A cold glint flashed across the tax officer's face: "Let him wait." Tell him I'm having a visit. ”

Then he turned back and continued to discuss with his wife what to do about it. When the tax collector felt that Hal had been left to dry long enough, he shook the handbell on the table and told the butler to inform Hal that he was ready to go down, and then he began to put on the meeting with the help of his wife.

Howl's recent blows have exceeded the limits of the endurance he has cultivated over the years. His caravan disappeared into the desert; Many clients have divested from his company because of this news; Taxes are due; Now that his carriage has been robbed on the road again, it doesn't matter if he loses one. But there was a young man in the car, and that young man was concerned about whether his taxes could be deferred, whether his credibility could be guaranteed, and whether his business could continue to receive funds from sponsors introduced by some tax collector.

He felt the pressure of today's trip in the courteous reception of the tax officer.

After fidgeting for more than an hour, Hal saw the tax collector walk out expressionlessly.

Hal took off his hat, sweating profusely, and then politely and politely expressed his uneasiness in the present mood. The merchant's words swirled sleekly, full of flattery and begging for mercy.

The tax collector remembers that when he first entered the tax industry under the protection of his father, he was very tired of the businessman's mouth, and he was often taken the initiative by the businessman, and often failed to recover the debts owed by the businessman for a long time, but was moved by the businessman to return to the tax office to ask his boss for help for the businessman's tragic story.

His boss told his powerful father about his performance. His father smiled and told the boss to do whatever he wanted, "You are my subordinate, but your subordinate is not my subordinate." ”

Subsequently, the salary of the young tax officer was gradually reduced from 200 dinars to 120 dinars per month. When Wang Nanzheng was in the first place, he was the first to receive a layoff letter from the tax bureau in the name of "going home to recuperate". The arrogant clerk of the tax office approached his father, who said that a man should think of how to solve the problem on his own.

A few days later, his father told him that there could not be a man in the house who could not support himself. He went to his mother, who was pruning a splendid rose bush, and the woman said cheerfully that she listened to her husband for everything.

The petty clerk ran away from home in a rage, taking with him dozens of dinars. He stayed in an inn, had nothing to do, drank and chatted with the peddlers, and he often paid for their drinks because of their tragic stories, and after a few days he ran out of money, and the innkeeper said that if he could not renew the fee, he would have to ask him to leave. The junior clerk felt that the family was responsible for the situation, and he told the boss not to underestimate him and asked the boss to go to his house to ask his ruthless father for money.

The suspicious boss found a guy and went to the rich area with a note with the address to ask for money from a tax officer. A few hours later, the man brought back a message to the boss: "The tax collector said that he does not have a son in his family who cannot afford the hotel bills." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the drunken tax officer and his package were thrown on the road, and they were kicked twice in the butt by the guy who had run for nothing, and the man turned back, feeling unrelieved, and came back to make up for it, and then went satisfied.

The clerk got up to the laughter of the crowd, and saw that the man who had told him the tragic story was still drinking in the tavern, and he himself was left on the road. At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of grief and indignation, and he knew that the poor words of the merchants could no longer move him.

The next day, the clerk cleaned the three footprints on his buttocks and returned to the tax office, hoping to return to work. He approached his boss, who looked at the down-and-out rich kid and said that there was now a winery that hadn't paid a single dinar for the Empire's war for half a year.

The little clerk went to the distillery with the summons.

When the owner of the winery learned the purpose of the little staff's visit, he cried in front of the little staff, and the little staff did not move; The owner of the winery found his wife, who had just changed into a torn dress full of patches, and the two of them cried again together, and the little clerk did not move; The owner of the winery is out of line, and four hours have passed by this time, and the owner of the winery has worn out his mouth.

After that, a series of life dramas were staged in which relatives suddenly visited the door and creditors smashed the door to collect debts.

The clerk said that he had had enough, that the owner of the distillery had seriously wasted his patience, and that he would sign a seal for the sheriff to seize the seemingly unviable distillery, and then he would file for bankruptcy for the boss for free, ensuring that his fortune would not be deposited into the unfortunate business.

The owner of the winery was shocked to find that he had encountered a rare hard bone, so the owner said: "O hard-hearted young man, I can only sell the jewelry that my wife brought with her when she got married to fill your business." But I'm still filling the gap, I can only pay half of it. ”

The clerk said, "One dinar is worth 10 silver coins, and 10 silver coins are worth two pounds of copper plates." If I take one less copper plate today, tomorrow you will have one more seal on your door and one less winery in the business register of the commercial registration office. ”

The owner of the winery and his extras watched the little clerk calmly like a stone in the midst of crying.

That night, when the tax office was about to leave work, the head of the regional tax office, who had worked all day, beckoned his groom to go home, and at this time he saw the little clerk in the morning walking by moonlight with a large bag of dinar and a large handful of jewelry, like the hero of a fairy tale who has found a treasure.

The boss of the junior clerk whistled: "I didn't come back so late, I thought you were moved again." ”

The clerk handed his belongings to a cashier on the side: "No, they were touched by me." ”

In his recollection, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of the tax officer's mouth, as if he had seen himself many years ago, and at that time he would have been moved by the words of the guy in front of him. What robbers are rampant, there are changes in the family, etc., now it seems to him to be a deaf ear.

He shook his hand and told Hal to shut up. Then he said, "I think you also know that the person who lost your car this time is my nephew, and my wife's favorite little sister is his mother." My sir, I don't think these words can hide the fact that you patted your chest to send my little nephew to Uxhall, and I received a ransom letter more than a week later. ”

Hal felt embarrassed, much like when he had fought in the southern frontier many years ago, walking among the well-dressed nobles in tattered clothes, enduring their mocking eyes.

His mouth twitched slightly, saying that he was ready to take responsibility for the tragedy. He wanted to know how much ransom the greedy bandits were paying.

The tax collector gave the letter to Hal. Hal quickly filtered through the useless information, and then gasped, the letter claimed to be worth 3,000 dinars.

The tax collector mocked, "My dear Hal, can you really put this matter right?" My little brother-in-law is coming from his territory soon. For him, the money is not too much of a problem, and his family can contribute a lot of dinars to the national treasury by selling cheese a month. But have you ever thought about it, if he had to do it himself, what would he think of me, what would he think of you? ”

Hal knew that he had been put in a cage, and he had read in the letter that the cage had been made by a man named Kazak. He had heard about this Kazak and had heard many legends about this man. One of the legends is that he never tears up the ticket, but he has never monopolized the pricing power and does not negotiate with others.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up to the hall, and he stopped when the tax collector saw him, and he said, "My lord, the sheriff is here." ”

Hal receives an invitation from the tax collector to attend a dinner party, where he will negotiate with the sheriff on the specifics of rescuing the kidnapper. Hal understood that the essence of the negotiation was to make him pay for it, and he heard the sound of the dinar falling into the river in his ears.

The sheriff brought a man in a cloak. Over the next few hours of conversation, the sheriff and the tax collector agreed that Kazak had already caused inconvenience to everyone, so let's make this deal Kazak's last business.

To this end, the sheriff recommended the man he had brought with him for the tax collector.

Hal only paid attention to two pieces of information: first, the man never missed a job in catching criminals; Second, the cost of this person's employment is 500 dinars per case, and it is never worth two dollars.