Chapter 1037: The Kids Pay Taxes (3) Chapter 1037: The Kids Pay Taxes (3) Editor: Atlas Studios Fan Zijin had no idea the kids were planning to do this.
If he had known, he would have stopped them long ago.
Because if this matter blew up, he would be the first to become the target of public criticism.
He could only let Qi Haoran handle this.
Like all parents of children who did bad things, he was the last to receive the news.
As soon as he heard that the children were pulling two carts of money to pay taxes and spreading tax knowledge to everyone, he knew that it was bad.
How were these children screwing over others?
They were simply screwing over him.
Fan Zijin had so many businesses under his name, but he had never paid a single copper coin in tax.
The key was that even though the scale of his businesses was quite big, it was only in the past two years that he started to save up some money.
If he was really asked to pay taxes, he would not have much money left.
Fan Zijin felt that there must be a mastermind behind the children, and Mu Yangling was obviously that person.
As Fan Zijin walked over, he wished he could give Mu Yangling a beating.
Sometimes, this person was very smart and took the big picture into consideration.
At other times, she was very dumb and always missed something.
âWhy didnât you think about me when you urged the children to come out and cause trouble?â âSo itâs fine as long as your family is fine?â To think he had been caring so much about them?
Qi Haoran didnât even know that his shop had been paying taxes, but Fan Zijin knew and he had been feeling indignant for them over this.
Now, they were pushing him out to take the hit.
Was that something a friend ought to do?
Fan Zijin ran forward aggrievedly.
If not for his strong nature, his eyes would have turned red.
In the end, when he heard his son defend him, Fan Zijinâs eyes really turned red.
Fortunately, Mu Yangling had not screwed him over completely.
At least she had left him a way out.
She knew to defend his non-paying of taxes with the fact that the national treasury still owed him money.
Fan Zijin heaved a sigh of relief and walked out with a serious expression.
He instructed Governor Zhou, who was in charge of this matter, to verify the accounts, put away the tax money, and open an entry.
Little An ran up eagerly, clearing asking to be praised, âDaddy, were we setting a good example?â Fan Zijin nodded reluctantly.
âYouâre all good children.â Tiger Head said excitedly, âThatâs not all.
Second Uncle, weâll come again tomorrow.â âWhat for?â Fan Zijin glared at them.
Little Lion explained, âToday, we came to make up for last yearâs taxes.
Thereâs still the year before last.â The Second Prince said happily, âSecond Uncle, donât worry.
Weâre not tired at all.â The other three children nodded happily.
âItâs good to walk more.â Not to mention Fan Zijin, even the officialsâ hands trembled and they almost knelt down in front of the children.
They were not afraid that the children would tire themselves out, but they were afraid of the trouble that would ensue.
They were already trembling in fear when these kids came to make up for one yearâs worth of taxes.
Now, they were planning to make up for two yearsâ worth.
This was simply forcing them to their deaths.
The onlookers outside cheered and applauded the young masters.
In any case, other than officials, who would dare to not pay the taxes that they owed the government office?
In any case, the commoners had nothing to lose.
The four children, who felt carefree despite the debt, left happily after receiving the receipt.
They even invited the onlookers to continue witnessing their feat of paying taxes tomorrow.
âBrother Little An, how many people do you think will come to pay the tax after we leave?â Tiger Head asked curiously.
Little An said confidently, âA lot, Iâm sure.
If you donât believe me, just wait.
We set a good start.â Little Lion looked around and pointed at a restaurant not far away.
âLetâs go there and wait.
Letâs see how many people are touched by us and come to pay taxes on the first day.â The children nodded and rushed into the restaurant to ask for a private room by the window.
The window faced the government office and had a wide field of vision, ensuring they wouldnât miss out on anything.
The four children waited excitedly.
Qi Wensu hooked his hand and wanted to order delicious food.
Tiger Head also drooled.
Little An and Little Lion each grabbed one and lectured, âSince we still have to keep some money to pay taxes, we donât have the money to buy delicious food.
Letâs drink the complimentary tea provided by the restaurant.
Weâll eat to our heartâs content when we receive our monthly allowance next month.â The waiter who came in to take their order was stunned.
So were these kids planning to occupy a private room without ordering anything?
However, although the two younger young masters were eagerly looking at the menu, they still nodded.
He could not help but soften his heart.
After thinking for a while, he went out and passed on what he heard to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said, âChoose a few expensive snacks and send them up.
Tell them that theyâre with the compliments of our restaurant because the restaurant owner admires their righteousness.â Not only would he curry favor with the few young masters, but he could also do this subtly.
What a rare opportunity.
âWhy donât we also send them a table of food?â The waiter looked at the shopkeeperâs expression and suggested.
After all, the young masters inside had noble statuses.
Even if they ate and drank for free, they would still be happy to provide for them.
The shopkeeper shook his head.
âThat would be too explicit.
Just send them a few snacks.
Also, secretly spread what the young masters just said.â Their restaurant had always paid taxes obediently and was not in the category of those who had to make up for the taxes owed.
Thus, he was glad to help the few Young Masters out.
Little An and the others were indeed happy to receive the complimentary snacks.
Tiger Head even ate the snacks with sparkling eyes and promised the waiter that they would definitely come to this restaurant for a feast when they had money.
The waiter agreed with a smile.
The four children stayed in the private room excitedly and stared at the commotion opposite them.
However, even until the sun set, no one came to pay taxes.
A tad tired, Qi Wensu pouted and said aggrievedly, âBrother Tiger Head, why isnât anyone here yet?
Look, the government office workers are knocking off.â Tiger Head tilted his head.
âCould it be that the amount is too much and they arenât able to carry so much silver since this is so sudden?â Little Lionâs eyes lit up.
âIt must be because they owe too much money and canât gather it all at once.â Little An added, âItâs also possible that itâs too time-consuming to settle the accounts and they canât finish it today.â Fan Zijin, who was about to push the door open and enter, twitched the corners of his mouth.
He felt that the children were too optimistic and it wasnât a good thing because it would make them overlook some dangers.
Who exactly taught them to be so optimistic?
Fan Zijin pushed the door open and entered, then said to the four children, âLetâs go.
My carriage is downstairs.
Iâll bring you home.â Seeing that they were looking dejected, he slowly added, âIn the afternoon, I sent a message home that I was in a good mood today and planned to gather the Fan and Qi families for dinner.â Seeing that the four children were still drooping their heads and not listening seriously, he continued with a smile, âI ordered a few dishes.
Thereâs braised lionâs head, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour carp, oh, and Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup.
However, considering this dish is so grand, I wonder if the masters could make it at such short noticeĂąâŹÂŠâ The four children had already rushed out with a cry.
Fan Zijin reached out and grabbed the back of his sonâs collar.
Ignoring the three children who had already run out of the restaurant and climbed into the carriage, he asked his son with a smile, âWho gave you the stupid idea to deliver tax money to the government office?â Before the word âitâs meâ could come out, Little An swallowed it back.
He looked back at his father innocently.
Judging from his expression, Fan Zijin had a good idea of who the culprit was.
He gritted his teeth and couldnât help but knock his head.
âCouldnât you think of a more reliable idea?
Must you make such a big deal out of this?â He was the magistrate of Guangdong.
If anything happened, he would be the one to take responsibility.
Did his son think that he was too free and was finding work for him?
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