'What mouth?' ’

Seeing Fang Zheng looking at him with a curious face, Wan Dandan just wanted to give himself a mouthful, and it was not his own money, so it didn't matter how much he paid.

This sentence may cause a lot of trouble to yourself.

Still too young!

"When it comes to paying taxes, I really don't really understand." Fang Zheng held his chin in his hand and said:

"Is it paid according to the amount of turnover, or according to the final profit? I heard that the tax payment rate is not low, do you know anything about this? ”

"Uh......" Wan Dandan opened his mouth and explained:

"Both."

"Huh?" Fang Zheng looked surprised:

"Why?"

"That's what it's supposed to do." Banten Dan shrugs:

"But boss, you don't have to worry, you can't pay much money in Qushi with an annual income of less than five million and a net profit of one million."

She explains:

"There are generally two kinds of taxes to do business, one is value-added tax, which can be understood as the difference between the price of the things bought and the things sold, because the value of the things is increased, so the tax is paid."

"A million in value, almost a hundred thousand in taxes, right?"

"That being said, but if there is a special invoice or other policies, it can actually be waived, and I haven't paid it since my last company."

"Hmm." Founder pursed his lips:

"What's the other one?"

"The other is called corporate income tax." Banten Dan Road:

"This base is income minus all expenses, including staff salaries, venue rent, etc., that is, the net profit you said, the boss said, small and micro enterprises like us pay 2.5% of the annual net profit within one million."

"One million to three million, pay 5%."

"This is a ladder to pay taxes, that is, if the profit is 2 million, the first million will pay 2.5%, the remaining 1 million will pay 5%, not 2 million will pay 5%."

"Oh!" Founder suddenly:

"What if the profit is more than three million?"

His business must have made an annual profit of more than three million.

"If you have three million, you will no longer enjoy the preferential policies for small and micro enterprises, and you will pay a unified tax rate of 25%." Ban Tenten said:

"3.1 million also have to pay 25% of the full amount, not the previous 2.5%, 5%."

"Isn't that a loss?" Fang Zheng shook his head:

"The profit of 3.1 million is not as much as the profit of more than 2 million."

"That's true." Wan Dan Dan nodded:

"Therefore, if the company's profit exceeds three million, most of them will reduce the profit by making accounts, which can save hundreds of thousands of taxes."

"It's complicated enough." Fang Zheng sighed and asked:

"Then the rest of the money should be mine, right?"

"This ......" Wan Dandan laughed dryly:

"It's not."

"The money in the company's account does not belong to the individual, and if you want to really go into the boss's personal pocket, you need to pay an additional 20% personal dividend income tax."

"Huh?" The corners of Fangzheng's mouth twitched slightly:

"Still have to pay taxes?"

"Yes." Wan Dan Dan nodded:

"However, if you are self-employed, the profits will be transferred directly to the personal account, and there is no corporate account, so you will not have to pay this part of the tax."

"Of course, there are restrictions on self-employment."

"Heh......" Fang Zheng lightly.

In other words, his small company has to pay three taxes in order to really make money in his pocket.

Value-added tax, enterprise income tax, and personal income tax, it took a long time to put in 10 million, and I am afraid that half of it will not be in my hand.

Thinking of this, he asked again:

"If I pay my own salary, do I still have to pay taxes?"

"Yes."

"What is the tax rate?"

"No tax is paid for monthly wages within 5,000 yuan, 3% for those over 5,000 yuan within 10,000 yuan, and 45% for those over 90,000 yuan."

"How much? 45%？ ”

"Yes."

Wan Dan Dan nodded:

"Therefore, there are very few people who earn millions a year purely on their wages, and even if they have the ability to achieve it, they usually convert their wages into dividends, so that they can pay less taxes, and individuals and companies are willing."

"It's a bit high, indeed." Founder is clear:

"No wonder so many people evade taxes, even big stars who make money so easily do this, and who doesn't feel distressed when more than forty percent of their income is handed over."

Ban Dan pursed his lips.

Paying taxes is a matter for the rich, and ordinary people don't have so much emotion.

Like her second sister.

The monthly salary is more than 7,000.

There is no need to pay taxes after deducting the base of 5,000, and there are more than 2,000 left, and then more than 1,000 five insurances and one housing fund, and more than 1,000 rental subsidies.

Pay 3% of the last remaining money, only six cents a month!

Sister Wu from the previous company was even more ruthless.

2,000 base deductions for pensions, 1,000 base deductions for children going to school, 1,000 deductions for buying a house, and no tax for more than 10,000 wages.

Earn more, pay more, that's how it should be.

Small companies also have preferential policies, and the annual profit of one million can be paid tens of thousands of yuan, which is not too high to be honest.

The really high ones are those large companies with a turnover of tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or even tens of billions.

"So be it!"

Founder taps the table:

"Continue as you were."

"Huh?" Wan Dan Dan was surprised:

"Boss, are you sure?"

"Of course." Founder stretches his muscles:

"I want to be a rich man in the future, this money is not eye-catching, and paying taxes is the obligation of citizens."

"Admire!" Wan Dandan gave a thumbs up and said:

"Boss, you're a rich second generation, right?"

Isn't the rich second generation so free-spirited?

Fang Zheng shook his head.

He is not joking anymore, there is a different world waiting to be explored, and if it is not a dream to be the richest man in the world for a long time, how can he make a mistake in such a trivial matter.

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Dingsheng Mountain.

Somewhere at the mouth of the kiln.

"The owner."

Wu Hai led a group of people over and said:

"They are all craftsmen of the pit fire kiln, and they are sold together with the mouth of the kiln for six hundred taels of silver, and you have not seen the master's house soon!"

The latter sentence is addressed to the crowd.

All the people were disgraced and ragged, and the leader was about fifty years old, and he knelt on the ground trembling when he heard the words, and said:

"I'll see the Lord's house!"

"I've seen the Lord's house!"

The others did the same, kneeling on the ground and shouting, like a group of beggars bowing down to their helpers.

"Get up."

Fang Zheng was amused in his heart, waved his hand and asked:

"Are you the offender?"

These people have carved words on their foreheads, and they are bought and sold as goods, and they bow directly to the head, and they are certainly not free craftsmen.

"Yes." The old man nodded:

"My ancestors committed a crime and were fined three generations of craftsmen, but the next generation is already free, and they can farm, but they can't be examiners."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Don't worry, it's business as usual here, if your descendants work at the kiln, they will be paid at the market price, and they will be able to eat well after they have a craft."

"Thank you, Lord!"

The old man was overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed again.

The reason why he mentioned the younger generation was for this matter, but fortunately, the new master's family was not like the previous one, and even the younger generation was desperately squeezing.

They were criminals, not protected by the law, and they did not dare to resist.

"How many ...... of you" Fang Zheng's gaze moved back and fell to a few special people in the crowd:

"Not a prisoner?"

"Go back to the Lord's house." One person replied:

"We are the people of the neighborhood, and we come here to work and subsidize our families during our spare time."

"Oh!" Founder Road:

"Don't have enough to eat from farming?"

"Where's enough?" The man looked up, his weather-covered face covered with bitterness:

"Farm taxes, miscellaneous taxes, and forced labor are all the same every year, and if the wind and rain are good, it will be fine, and you will be hungry for a few days at most."

"If the yield of the fields decreases, there will definitely be people forced to die back then!"

Fangzheng is interested, modern society has to pay taxes, I don't know what is different in the other world, and the color under the question can't help but change slightly.

What a harsh tax!

Tianfu, that is, farming, is subject to taxes.

Miscellaneous taxes, usually referred to as poll taxes, were exempted from paying for infants under the age of three in the Wei Dynasty, half for those under the age of seven, and for those over fifty-nine.

Forced labor, levied on a per-pillar basis, and adult men had to contribute to the imperial court every year, either to the frontier, or to open rivers, or to do some other things.

It is also possible not to do forced labor, but it will cost money to deduct it.

This was already good, and the Wei Dynasty implemented tax co-ordination, similar to a whip law, which simplified the process of tax collection and greatly reduced the means of local officials to be greedy for ink.

Former

It's because of the tax that the world is in chaos.

But looking at the present day, it seems to be getting worse and worse, and there are additional taxes every year.

"Harsh government is fiercer than a tiger!"

Fang Zheng shook his head slightly:

"The ancients are honest and I cannot be deceived."

There are taxes in modern society, but ordinary people are almost unaware of it, and at most they complain about the narrow upward channel, and people die here every year.