I really don’t want to be reborn

Chapter 155 Giving Gifts

After Zheng Wan finished speaking, everyone immediately calmed down and stopped making noise.

You don't have to do any work and you can still get half salary. This is a good thing that can only be found in public institutions.

"Zhang Mingliang, give us some statistics."

"Okay boss, leave this matter to me."

"Okay, let's handle the matter like this for now. I'll go to the tax bureau to have a look." After Zheng Wan and Zhang Mingliang explained, they rode the tram directly towards the tax bureau.

It is November in the golden autumn, and the roads in Hecheng are lined with sycamore trees. Some yellow leaves have already fallen from the sycamore trees.

After the electric car picked up speed, the wind blowing on my body became a little cooler. Fortunately, Zheng Wan was wearing a sweater and a coat, so the cold feeling was bearable.

The cool breeze wakes people up, and Zheng Wan frowns slightly while riding the bike.

The catering industry does need to pay taxes, but in fact there are very few restaurants that actually pay taxes.

Not to mention it is 2008 now, even if the time is pushed back ten or fifteen years, the tax rate paid by the catering industry will still be very low.

Because most people don’t need tax stamps when eating! Only a small number of people will ask for tax stamps from restaurants after eating.

If you need a tax stamp, the hotel has the right to provide it, and then you need to pay tax on that part of the tax stamp. Others who don't want tax stamps basically treat it as "no business" and go directly to their personal accounts without paying taxes.

But Zheng Wan is not like most people. He is still very active in paying taxes.

The chili fried pork business is quite popular, with a daily turnover of about 30,000 yuan. Although Zheng Wan did not report the full amount, he reported at least about 20,000 yuan.

The business tax in the catering industry is a little bit 5%, which means about one thousand taxes are reported every day. For the local tax system, the tax amount paid by a restaurant is already quite high.

Now, if you go to any chili fried meat restaurant, you will find stacks and stacks of tax stamps in the cabinet, which cannot be issued.

Although I dare not say that I pay taxes in full, in terms of tax payment, Zheng Wan is really far ahead of his peers.

It is impossible for the tax bureau not to know the true situation. Under such circumstances, the tax bureau came and closed down the chili fried meat shop.

It can only explain one problem: someone is deliberately trying to mess with themselves.

Not long after, the electric car had parked at the door of the tax bureau.

Zheng Wan originally wanted to go in directly, but thought something was amiss, so he turned around and went to a large chain supermarket nearby. He loaded up a five thousand shopping card in the supermarket, then bought a pack of cigarettes and stuffed the shopping card into the cigarette.

Then, he entered the tax bureau with a cigarette.

The tax office is on the second floor.

This kind of place is filled with a lifeless smell, which is a very depressing feeling, as if there is no life.

The long corridor has windows on the left and rooms on the right. There is a sign posted on the door of each room indicating what office it is.

The office next to the stairs is the consulting room. When Zheng Wan entered, there were four or five staff members inside.

"Hello." Zheng Wan greeted a clerk who looked relatively idle.

"What's the matter?" The clerk didn't even raise his head, and kept staring at the screen, as if he was playing the poker game that came with the computer.

Zheng Wandao: "I am the owner of Chili Fried Pork near the University Town. The Chili Fried Pork store has been closed today. I came to take a look."

After hearing this, the clerk raised his head and glanced at Zheng Wan, then nodded: "Oh, you go to the director's office. This matter is handled by the director."

"Okay, thank you." Zheng Wan left the consulting room and walked forward along the corridor.

After about six or seven rooms, Zheng Wan saw a sign with the words "Director's Room" hanging on the wall.

Zheng Wan knocked on the door, and after the other party said "come in," Zheng Wan opened the door and entered.

The director is a young man in his thirties, with a strong build and looks young and energetic.

People like this usually come from a family background, and then go to the bottom layer for gold plating. It is estimated that after the gold plating, they will be transferred to a higher-level unit.

The young director was sitting at his desk and controlling the computer in front of him. When Zheng Wan came in, he glanced at Zheng Wan: "What's going on?"

"Hello Director, I'm Zheng Wan, the owner of Zheng's Chili Fried Pork."

Director Fang Datong was a little surprised. He obviously didn't expect that the owner of such a big store was just a teenager.

But after all, he was the leader of a powerful unit. He was surprised, but he didn't lose his mind.

Fang Datong nodded, pointed to the sofa and said, "You sit down first, I'll tell you after I finish my work."

"Okay." Zheng Wan sat down directly on the sofa.

About five minutes later, Director Fang Datong put down the mouse and leaned on the backrest of the stool. He stretched and looked at Zheng Wan: "The boss of the chili fried pork?"

"That's right!" Zheng Wan immediately stood up and went over, taking out the cigarette stuffed with a shopping card.

The cigarette box is open, and from the director's point of view, he can just see the cigarettes in the box and the shopping card stuffed in the box.

"No." The director waved his hand.

"Okay." Zheng Wan put the cigarette on the table and then asked: "Director, I would like to ask about the chili fried pork over there in the university town."

"It's nothing. It's just suspected of tax evasion. We're checking it here. After verification, if it is indeed tax evasion, you will be asked to make up for the fine. If there is no tax evasion, you can continue to operate at that time."

The young director smiled brightly when he spoke, and his words were very official, making people unable to find any flaws and making people angry at the same time.

Zheng Wan asked: "Commander, how long does it take to verify?"

"As fast as a week, as slowly as half a month or a month. Don't worry, we will not wrongly accuse any business unit that abides by the law, but we will not let go of any unit that does not abide by the law."

Zheng Wan's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

To be honest, the people in this kind of unit are the most disgusting thing about Zheng Wan.

He is unclear about what he says and does, and he keeps saying one official thing after another. It seems that he has said a lot, but in fact, it is useless.

If it's really useful, let's sum it up: Chili Fried Pork must be closed for at least a week, or even half a month.

The most taboo thing in the catering industry is closing!

If it is closed for one day, it will take three to five days for business to recover; if it is closed for three days, it will take half a month for business to recover; if it is closed for half a month... then it's over, it's better to reopen with a different sign.

Such an investigation by the tax bureau is equivalent to directly strangling the lifeblood of chili fried pork.

"Director, I think there is someone behind this..." Zheng Wan asked tentatively.

The director shook his head and said: "This is just a normal routine investigation. If you have sufficient evidence to prove that your tax payment is normal, you can also provide evidence and we will speed up the review. It can be done in three working days at the earliest. Give an answer.”

Three working days, and the word ‘fastest’ is also added.

To put it mildly, it would be perfectly normal if it really delayed you for a week or two.

The key point is that the director's words are completely accurate and watertight, and they are very official.

Zheng Wan frowned, but he could only nod: "Okay, thank you, Director."

After saying that, Zheng Wan turned around and left the room.

Watching the young man leave, Director Fang Datong shook his head and sighed, and then continued to control the computer to work on problems with the tax system.

Time passed so quickly, and it was time to get off work in a blink of an eye.

Fang Datong habitually tidies up the things on his desk. A clean and tidy environment is not only conducive to work, but also conducive to a happy mood.

Just when Fang Datong was cleaning up, he suddenly saw a cigarette case on the table, which was left by the young boss of Chili Fried Pork.

In line with the principle of not accepting people's advice, Fang Datong found the boy's phone number through the system and dialed it.

"Hello, I'm Fang Datong from the tax bureau. When you came here this afternoon, you forgot your cigarettes here. Please take the time to take them back."

"I'm sorry, Director. I may have forgotten. If it's just a pack of cigarettes, forget it. It's a lot of trouble to run back and forth. Can you throw it away for me? By the way, Director, if you have any information here, please contact me in time."

"Okay, let's do this." Fang Datong said and cut off the phone.

After cutting off the phone, Fang Datong put the cigarette in his pocket, packed it up and left the office.

After leaving the office, or even leaving the office building and sitting in his car, Fang Datong took out his cigarette case and pulled out the red shopping card.

He had long known that there was a shopping card in the cigarette case, and he also knew that it was a gift from the young boss.

I took a look at the shopping card. What a boy, it turned out to be five thousand yuan.

This shopping card is enough to buy a box of Mao Zi.

"This little guy is a bit interesting." Fang Datong said in surprise.

When I came over, I gave myself a cigarette, and then deliberately left the cigarette on the table with a shopping card stuffed in it, and I gave it away as a gift without knowing it.

However, Fang Datong was not a cripple. He made a special call to make sure the other party didn't want it before he put the cigarette in his pocket. In this way, the risk of being taken advantage of is also avoided.

Fang Datong put the shopping card in his pocket, then started the car. As the car drove out of the parking lot, he threw the box of cigarettes into the trash can without even smoking the cigarettes in the box.

Subsequently.

While waiting for the traffic light, Fang Datong took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the young boss.