Chapter 341 Chapter 341 The Difference Between the Tax Package System and the Tax Sharing

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was eavesdropping outside the wall, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and quickly grabbed a new term, his eyebrows were full of doubts and incomprehension.

Tax?

What is it?

What's the point?

I don't have time to think about it.

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately straightened his body, held his breath and waited for the battle.

"Well, that's kind of interesting."

"This Mr. Lin, how many tricks are there that we don't know?"

"Sooner had you said that?"

"We have to hide it, let's die in a hurry."

Queen Ma followed the sound and glanced at him, opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't have a chance to take him.

……

"Boom."

Zhu Biao swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his eyes looking at Lin Che were full of incredulity:

"This, Mr. Lin?"

"How to divide taxes under the tax sharing system?"

"Please also ask Mr. Lin for advice."

Lin Che waved his hand lightly, telling the prince not to be in a hurry to sit down first, and said in an orderly manner:

"The so-called tax-sharing system, simply put, means that the central and local governments divide taxes according to a fixed proportion."

"Doesn't it sound like a tax package?"

Zhu Biao's face was full of undisguised confusion, admitting it, not admitting it, not admitting it, and acting very entangled at the moment.

Looked at.

Lin Che didn't feel embarrassed for him, and happily explained:

"There is actually an essential difference between tax package and tax sharing, the form is similar but the god is not, and it is not a consent type thing at all."

"First of all, the tax package system divides profits, and the tax system divides taxes."

"Taxation is a country's legitimate fiscal revenue."

"It's not about knocking out the bones and sucking the marrow, or the people of the fish, it's a system that everyone can accept."

"I'm okay with that, right?"

Zhu Biao nodded thoughtfully.

"On the contrary, profit-sharing is like the way of businessmen, forming gangs and factions to pursue profit maximization."

After a pause, Lin Che continued:

"Moreover, when it comes to whether it is profitable or not, many times it is still a matter of how to do the accounts?"

"Anyway, I can't see anything wrong with the account books, there is no problem with external review, and the emperor naturally has nothing to say, which leads to the prevalence of ink greed, which is also predictable."

"Not advisable."

"In addition, there is another concept in taxation called 'tax pain'."

"What do you mean by the 'tax pain'?"

"Tell me, don't just listen."

Hear this.

Zhu Biao shivered for no reason, laughing more ugly than crying, and resisting every gesture.

It's fine if you answer correctly, but if you answer wrong, you have to be scolded.

But the question is, no!

What you think is definitely different from what others think.

However, in the face of Lin Che's undoubtedness, he hesitated and thought for a moment, and could only bite the bullet and say:

"Mr. Huilin."

"Students privately think that the tax pain should be how much the tax should be?"

"The tax burden is light, the people are safe, the tax burden is heavy, and the people are suffering."

"We can't put too much pressure on the people."

Let's talk about it.

Zhu Biao made a long gesture of anxiety.

Hearing this, Lin Che shook his head slightly and corrected:

"Wrong."

"Sometimes it's not so much to do with the level of taxation, but more to do with how you collect it."

The words fell.

There was an uproar.

It has little to do with the level of the tax burden, and more to do with the way it is collected?

After Lin Che's reminder, the Zhu family's father and son suddenly realized and nodded thoughtfully.

Compared with heavy taxes, violent expropriation will hurt the people's hearts more and will make the people completely disappointed.

It even leaves indelible pain.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang personally experienced the horror of violent expropriation, and the imperial court completely disregarded the life and death of the local people, and even forced the people to sell their sons and daughters in order to make up for the gap in taxes.

Bad things are done, and people are angry.

At this point, the shadow of childhood has shrouded his life, and he has no virtue in corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and he hates it to the core.

Even though Lin Che has explained it many times, he just can't get out.

Or rather, don't want to come out.

Unwilling to let go of hatred.

With that in mind.

Zhu Yuanzhang unconsciously clenched his fists.

"Mr. Lin still sees things thoroughly, and can always grasp the core of the problem."

"It's not like us, we only know what it is, we don't know why, and we have been pushed forward by emotions."

"Regarding the word 'tax pain', Mr. Lin's insights are profound, and it also opens up our minds."

"We admire."

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang muttering, Queen Ma may have understood, patted Lao Zhu's big hand with a smile, and said softly:

"Let the boss and the gentleman study hard."

"You can't be wrong."

"Although the boss is not deeply involved in the world, his mature and stable temperament just makes up for your shortcomings, and now he has Mr. Lin's hand-in-hand teaching."

"In the future, I will definitely become the Holy Lord Mingjun."

The just right words made Zhu Yuanzhang feel a little comforted, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, this is our boss."

"The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty."

The other side.

Seeing that Zhu Biao's face was solemn and he was about to get up again, Lin Che reluctantly raised his hand to interrupt and signaled the other party to be polite.

I have to admit that in terms of his attitude towards learning, the prince is much stronger than Zhu Zhang.

The only fly in the ointment is that I am a little tired from the lecture, and I bow back and forth before I say a few words.

Tired of looking at it.

"Come on, let's move on."

Lin Che leaned back in the chair and pointed to the empty teacup, Zhu Biao immediately understood, and went up to the front to pour tea and water to serve.

"For example, if you sell a kitchen knife and price it at 20 yuan, it actually includes a tax of 10 yuan."

"As a result, most people don't feel like they're paying taxes when they buy kitchen knives."

"That's when the tax pain is very low."

Reaching out to take the tea from Zhu Biao, Lin Che took a sip lightly.

"On the contrary, if the initial price of the kitchen knife is set at 10 yuan, an additional 10 yuan tax will be charged when it is sold."

"At this time, the tax pain immediately came up."

"Do you understand me when I say that?"

Zhu Biao subconsciously held his breath, and then nodded like pounding garlic, cautiously.

"So, sir, I mean, I want to keep the tax pain to a minimum."

"Taxes have to be invisible."

"Collect it in a way that is acceptable to everyone."

'Smack! ’

There was a crunch.

Lin Che clasped his hands together and said happily:

"Yes, that's right."

"Patiently study the financial income of the two songs, and you will find the problem."

"By the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, the salt tax even accounted for more than eighty percent of the central fiscal revenue, and the salt tax really supported the two dynasties."

"Taxation is the lifeblood of a country."

"However, in the Ming Dynasty, while your father reduced the agricultural tax, he also lowered the commercial tax, and under the promotion of the scholar class, the commercial tax is still falling again and again."

What is this for? ”

"Don't want to die?"

After a pause, Lin Che continued:

"The money earned by businessmen is random, and the money earned by the people is fixed, and it seems that the taxes paid by the people are very low, but in fact the taxes paid by the merchants are even lower."

(End of chapter)