When Du Lin first came to Otis, the guys in the city hall who were not willing to give up their hard won work so easily did not catch a cold with Du Lin. in their opinion, Du Lin may be the same unlucky guy as them, excluded, and then transferred here to wait for him to bow his head or quit voluntarily. They are even a little gloating. After all, the post of mayor has too much gold content than their directors. That''s the mayor!


    In the past imperial period, the title may have been downgraded, but in the new era, after the new party came to power, it has never been heard that anyone has been downgraded. In other words, when Du Lin is transferred to any place, he is also a mayor. At worst, he is standing still and will not be a little lower than his current level.


    To say that the root of human inferiority is also done here. We always hope that someone is more unlucky than ourselves. Only in this way can we find some fun in life.


    However, after Dooling''s 200000 Plus 1.0 change cash was locked into the vault by him, these people looked at Dooling a little differently. In the final analysis, this is still a world of ability. If you can get money, it means development. Development means more money. Besides dozing off in the office, these people who have nothing to do all day are just going through the newspapers of the past week to find out what''s going on outside.


    This is a society where capital is king. If Du Lin''s friends are willing to support his work, everyone will have a run. Under such expectation, Du Lin held a small meeting with them and taught them some special working methods, such as... Blackmail!


    Blackmail is a survival skill that is not easy to master, because if the attitude is too tough, it is not blackmail, but threat and blackmail. If the attitude is too gentle, it is begging. Therefore, blackmail is a profound knowledge. Dooling must teach these fools who abuse their limited time in their study.


    The director of the Transportation Bureau and the tax official of Otis, that is, the young man named Thomson, with chicken oil yellow hair, looks a little strange. This time he obeyed Turin and used a little hair oil, which made him much better. He invited Ms. Sally to his office and patiently talked to her about the car.


    "Things are a little difficult!" Thomson seems a little embarrassed. In fact, his heart beats very hard. He has been holding his breath for fear that if his mouth opens wide, Sally can hear her heartbeat. "The mayor doesn''t know what you are transporting, so..." he shows a troublesome expression and shakes his head.


    Occasionally, she looked up at Sally. When Sally understood, she took out a ten dollar note, put it on the table and pushed it over.


    The first time someone stuffed himself with black money, Thomson''s heart almost jumped out of his throat. Looking at the ten yuan, he was a little jealous. At the same time, he also had an indescribable collapse - Mr. durin didn''t teach him how to put the black money away.


    Put it in the drawer of the table, put it in your pocket, or just hold it in your hand?


    When he was hesitant about how to collect the ten dollars, Sally thought he was too little. With an ugly smile on her face, she took out another ten dollars and pushed it over.


    Two ten dollar bills are worth more than half of his monthly salary, and he is only thirty-five yuan a month. God is up, forgive your humble servant!


    There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door. Thomson, who had worked here for two years, was already familiar with the footsteps of his colleagues. It was a strange step. He immediately covered the twenty yuan with a newspaper placed on his desk. His original intention was not to want others to know that he was stealing money, but his action also made Sally relax.


    She breathed a sigh of relief while secretly scolding these people for being crazy and daring to accept any money. At the same time, she also had a trace of expectation.


    For these smugglers, the tax official who collects black money is a good tax official.


    A figure flashed through the door, and the strange look lingered on Thomson''s face for a moment. Thomson immediately stood up and closed the door, feeling a little relieved. He glanced at the newspaper on the table, and his heart flashed. Is this money?


    He went back to his seat, and then added some content according to the core words taught by Turin, "you two trucks are in trouble, but fortunately we met, otherwise we would really buckle your things and destroy them! You know, in other places, those people are not as good as us!"


    Is Thomson telling the truth?


    It''s true, but it''s not as shocking as he said. It''s the same as coercion and inducement. Give gifts and money first, send envelopes with bullets if you don''t accept them, or draw a target on the door of the official in charge of this matter. They have also met places that say they want to destroy them. Except for a few times, they can basically get the goods back, but they spend more and less.


    Sally nodded in agreement and squeezed out a smile. "Yes, you''re right!"


    When was Thomson so praised?


    Even if these words are actually just a very simple communication skill, Thomson feels the benefits of being a tax official. A layer of skin on him is different! He coughed and said, "I know there are workshops in some parts of the empire with liquor licenses, and your liquor is not necessarily illegal materials, is it right?" he stared at Sally, who was stunned, then nodded quickly and complimented Thomson.


    Thomson gradually entered the role. He found that these things are not difficult. The key is to have courage and self-confidence. "How much profit do you make from these things? Let me say first. If I find you lying, I''m sorry, you can''t go this way in the future. Do you understand what I mean?", and his tone became softer again, "I just want to collect the tax that should be collected. I don''t mean to be difficult. As long as you pay the tax, these things are legal. You can win a lawsuit anywhere, okay?"


    "The empire is still based on the protection policy for legitimate businessmen. Only by encouraging businessmen to circulate goods and funds can the economy improve!"


    The cost of this batch of goods was no more than eight yuan per bottle, but they planned to buy twenty-four yuan. There was twice the profit, that is, sixteen yuan. She dared not report so much. She reported a profit of twelve yuan and secretly hid a profit space of four yuan.


    But even the 12 yuan profit almost made Thomson ask her if she would like someone to take a share. It''s too dark to step on the horse. Can you make 12 yuan a bottle?


    He took a deep breath, restrained his strong desire to jump because of the stimulation of huge profits, took out a pen, wrote and drew on the paper, and calculated, "Ms. Saili, according to the imperial law, you must pay no less than 50% of the profits as the special tax of the wine industry, that is, the tax of six yuan a bottle!" With these words, Thomson''s heart beat again.


    He heard that the carriage could hold 6000 bottles. Although he didn''t know why the new mayor of Turin was so familiar with these things, now Tom Thomson thought that the mayor was right and could hold 6000 bottles. This is... A special tax of 36000 yuan!


    And it''s still two cars on a horse, seventy-two thousand yuan!


    His face flushed with excitement and looked at Sally with some worry and expectation. After a short period of amazement, Sally nodded!


    She nodded!


    How much money can these damn smugglers make if they can pay taxes with 72000 yuan?


    In his excitement, Thomson gave mathematics back to his college teacher temporarily, and it was difficult for him to raise his tone a little, "And your fine for tax evasion, but the mayor has told me. In view of your positive attitude and sense of responsibility, we will punish you according to 5% of the total value. You know, in the normal procedure, the amount of the fine starts from 30% to 300%."


    Five percent, which means that she has to take out a dollar for each bottle, but Sally can decide this loss. She nodded happily again. However, she was not completely a nod bug, and asked a question she was very concerned about.


    "Thomson tax official, if I pay special taxes and fines and have the tax payment certificate you gave me, do the later checkpoints have no right to detain our goods and ask us for money?"


    Thomson nodded. "As long as your other procedures are complete, they have no right to detain your property, let alone ask you for any benefits. It''s against the law, you know?"


    Finally, Thomson repeated what Mr. Dooling taught him, "do you know the fellow townspeople''s Association? They have to walk hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine every month, and no one can stop them!"


    These two words reassured Sally that she was a newcomer, but she asked a little more, "what do you mean by the formalities...?"


    Soon, Sally came out of the city hall building in a daze. As she walked, she didn''t forget to look back. This place gave her a very strange feeling. Her men immediately gathered around and asked her how things were going. Sally didn''t speak. She found a very shabby place less than 150 meters away from the city hall building according to the hint given to her by Thomson House. The moment she pushed the door in, she saw a silly smiling guy picking his nose.


    "This is the Oriental wine industry. Can I help you?"