The music is soothing, the smell of wine is overflowing, and the party is talking to each other as if there is no end to the topic.

The atmosphere was relaxed, but in a trance, Zhang Jing could still hear the sound of gunfire in Nairobi, the screams of the crowd, the fierce expressions of the Indians, and the cries of pain as Noleta had her nails pulled out.

"Could it be that I have post-war stress disorder?" Zhang Jing shook his head with a smile, making himself laugh.

Yudo Xiyao reminded in a voice that only two people could hear, "OSS, there's a beautiful young lady coming over, I'll go back by myself in the evening."

Looking up at the person who came, it was Wang Sisi, because she was the protagonist, she was dressed more formally, she was very beautiful in a blue evening dress, and a waterfall of black hair was tied behind her.

"Uncle, do you like my family?"

"It's beautiful," Zhang Jing looked at the swimming pool, barbecue area, and activity area in the backyard, "There should be everything."

"No," Wang Sisi quipped, "there are no horses, no cows, no palm trees, no avocado trees, no tennis courts, no invincible sea views, far worse than your farm."

Just when Zhang Jing was about to answer modestly, his mobile phone rang, and a text message came from an unfamiliar number, with only eight words: "You have been targeted by the tax".

It is a matter of time before he is targeted by taxes, Zhang Jing is prepared, and he usually pays attention to it, consumption tax, insurance, and traffic fines should be paid a lot, and the money in the Mi Yuan account is also clean.

Zhang Jing also recently planned to give up his two-year temporary green card in a "forced" way by transferring the farm to someone else's name, and he did not have 10 employees to complete the tasks required by the USCIS.

In order to be truthful, you have to spend all the money in your hand, otherwise people will see at a glance that you don't want a green card, and then you will be strictly checked.

Being forced to give up your green card and voluntarily giving up your green card are very different and what you have to do.

"Uncle, are you wandering?" Wang Sisi interrupted Zhang Jing's thoughts and asked.

"No," Zhang Jing looked at Wang Sisi's beautiful eyes and facial features, and chatted, "Kanfen Farm is very good, but it will soon not belong to me."

"Why?" Wang Sisi asked in surprise.

"It's financially difficult and needs to change hands."

"How much?" Wang Sisi is very caring, "I'll ask my mother to help you."

"No," Zhang Jing couldn't explain why, "I can get through it."

"It's really not my mother's help," Wang Sisi was still worried, "She's very powerful."

Zhang Jingguaner, in Wang Sisi's heart, Su Su is like the emperor of the human race, omnipotent.

The party lasted until 10 p.m., and Zhang Jing first dropped Yudoshi Yao to the University of Southern California, 15 kilometers away, north of the county museum, rested at a nearby hotel until dawn, and drove back to the farm the next day, where he found Barbie, the manager, at the cowshed restaurant.

The dining room and kitchen are a large room, similar to a cowshed, and also like a workshop, which is very transparent.

"April is tax season," Zhang Jing sat across from Barbie and asked, "How are you preparing?"

"Yes," Barbie was prepared, took out a stack of documents from her handbag and put them in front of Zhang Jing, "This is the farm tax declaration, you can take a look."

Theoretically, every income is taxed.

Including the sale of 95 million meters of pirate gold, the 20 million meters of income from the sale of photo albums, the sale of Washington Manor to earn 10 million meters of difference, the 20 million meters settlement paid by Hani's mother, the 29 million meters of income from transactions with Kandela, the 5 million meters of checks won from Weng Duopeng, and other farm incomes, etc., all of which must be actively declared and cannot be concealed.

All combined, Zhang Jing needs to pay taxes of nearly 81 million meters.

There are many tax incomes and many exemption items, including farm purchases, land reclamation expenses, farm renovation expenses, farm purchases, environmental protection materials, insurance, wages, bonuses, sponsorship expenses, etc., all of which are exempted accordingly.

There are as many as 10 pages of exemption and exemption materials.

Among them, the maximum reduction amount is the purchase of environmentally friendly materials, including solar panels and battery storage related content, which costs more than 40,000 meters, all of which can be deductible.

The second tax reduction is farm income, not only does not deduct taxes, but agriculture-related machinery can also be deducted by about 30%, 300,000 bought New Holland tractors, can be deducted about 100,000 meters.

Taxes can also be deducted for large purchases, including expenses for building a treasury and paying salaries.

There are many tax reduction projects, most of which are scattered money, and some tax reduction rates are very low, as low as only 1% or 3%, spend 100 yuan, and only give 1 yuan or 3 yuan for tax reduction.

The largest single item of tax reduction is the purchase of farms, and the contract price is 80 million meters, because it is investment-driven employment behavior, and it is related to agriculture, and the tax reduction is about 20 million meters.

Miscellaneous and miscellaneous all together, Zhang Jing can get about 25 million meters of tax deductions.

"OSS," Barbie said from sitting across from her, "you need to take out about 81 million meters to pay taxes, and wait for three or four months before you can receive about 25 million meters in tax refunds, and your meter yuan account is only 49.75 million meters now, which is not enough to pay taxes, and if you transfer money from Xiangjiang, there is a risk of being reversed."

"It's okay," Zhang Jing closed the tax statement, "I'll take care of this."

Barbie thinks that things are difficult, but Zhang Jing is not a problem here, he has a backer.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jing saw Wen Li in the second seaside villa on the farm, she was lying on her back on a bench, holding a kitten in her arms, her eyes were slightly closed, and the sun was shining through the glass, as if she was asleep.

In this case, it was naturally impossible for Zhang Jing to wake her up.

Xu Jiu didn't expect his grandmother to fall asleep so quickly, and she was still awake just now.

In the living room, Zhang Jing and Xu Jiu sat down facing each other across the coffee table.

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Zhang?" Xu Jiu's left leg was on his right leg, and he asked easily.

"I need to temporarily trade Kanfen Farm to a third party until today, November, and I need to borrow 32 million meters."

Xu Jiu didn't ask why, and suggested: "If you don't worry, trade Kanfen Farm to my name, wait for November, and then transfer the farm to you, the contract price of the transaction is 70 million meters, and it will be paid in two installments, the first 40 million meters."

Zhang Jing didn't expect Xu Jiu to be so easy to speak, "Why are you willing to help me?"

"It's not me, it's what my grandmother promised, as long as she's still there, I'll always give you help as much as I can."

"Thank you." Zhang Jing is sincerely grateful.

"You're welcome," Xu Jiu reminded, "My grandma is not young anymore, you need to be mentally prepared in advance."

In the twenty-five years of his life, Zhang Jing has sincerely blessed only two people, one is the deceased grandfather, and the other is Wen Li, I hope she will live a long life, preferably long live.

It's so nice to be protected!

The weather was good, and the sunlight outside could just let in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Xu Jiu chatted and asked, "You were in Nairobi before, that photo was cool, were you working or traveling at that time?"

"Work."

"Did you find anything good?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Jing hesitated, his mind sinking into the quagmire.

Thinking of the madness of the Indians for the Dharma Pillar, it really makes people feel the slightest fear, just like the feelings of the Dragon people for the first beast, not only send blades and bullets, but also personally send bullets to the door for special services.

Now that the magic pillar is in Zhang Jing's hands, it is impossible to hide it all the time, and it will eventually be realized.

Realization requires trading, and transactions are divided into many situations, as a seller, it is natural to think that the higher the price, the better, and I hate to sell it for 100 billion.

But for buyers, although things are worth 2~500 million yuan, the bid of 100 million is too high.

Originally, he planned to sell it himself to maximize profits, but considering that those Indians were very aggressive, Zhang Jing was reconsidering whether to change them to a player with equal strength, such as Wen Li.

Wen Li looked kind, kind, friendly, and easy to get along with.