Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

If you want to take action against San Damu, you must obtain the support of Hua Guo, and even if Hua Guo does not support it, you cannot object.

After all, the veto vote in Hua Guo's hand is not to be seen as a painting.

Therefore, the West's sanctions against China that started not long ago have been relaxed, and China has also obtained a rare respite.

Every night, the people of Jiangwei will gather on the TV to watch the Asian Games album of that day, and the most talked about topics during the day are also related to the Asian Games.

Probably the only one who does not watch the Asian Games is Wan Feng.

There is no other reason, because he knows many events in this Asian Games, and he even clearly remembers how many gold medals Hua Guo won in the end.

Puzzles with known answers had little appeal to him.

There are still five days before the closing of the Asian Games. Yang Jianguo drove the car through Huanghui Village.

He was planning to go to Wuquan in Heijiao to see if the relocation work in Wuquan Development Zone had started.

Although it is unlikely that the winter relocation will begin immediately, the preliminary work should also begin.

When passing Liu Sheng Varnish Oil Factory, Wan Feng asked Yang Jianguo to stop the car.

It seems that I haven't been to Liu Shengguang's oil shop since spring, and I don't know how this guy has been doing in the past six months.

In the yard of the oil mill, there are many soybean-delivering carriages and four-wheeled and three-wheeled carriages.

But there was still a sidecar motorcycle parked at the door.

The reason why Wan Feng stopped the car was because he saw that there seemed to be some noise in the yard of the oil workshop, and there were two policemen.

Yang Jianguo drove the car to the gate of the oil workshop and got out of the car.

When I got out of the car, I heard a sharp voice: "Are you going to pay or not? If you don't, I'll take you to the police station!"

"No! I just won't pay!"

"Liu Suo! Did you see that, is this a windfall tax resistance? He should be brought back to the police station for education."

"Liu Shengguang! If you don't pay the money again, we are really going to take you back." A man in police uniform said to Liu Shengguang.

Judging from the tone of voice, the police seemed to know Liu Shengguang.

"No! They are asking for money blindly. I will pay as much as he says?"

"Liu Shengguang! Then we won't be polite, Xiao Zhao! Take him into the car."

Wan Feng frowned, the police in the 90s and millennium... don't mention it.

If Liu Shengguang was taken to the police station, he would inevitably be beaten.

He walked a few steps into the crowd: "Comrade police, slow down!"

The two policemen stopped what they were doing and looked back at Wan Feng.

"who are you?"

"I'm Liu Shengguang's friend, I want to ask what happened?"

"Since you are his friend, then persuade him. If he doesn't pay the land tax, the consequences will be very serious."

It turned out to be land tax.

Liu Shengguang looked like he wanted to cry when he saw Wan Feng coming.

Wan Feng gave him a hard look: "It is the duty of citizens to pay taxes legally, so why don't you pay taxes?"

"Brother! We can afford to pay the tax if we start a business, but the tax should be paid to a famous place, right? Ask him how much tax he wants from me?"

Wan Feng turned to the man in the Beiliao Land Tax uniform.

"Comrade, how much tax does this small oil factory have to pay?"

"Small oil factory? An oil factory that buys millions of catties of beans is a small oil factory? Asking him to pay [-] yuan in land tax is not too much, right?"

Twenty thousand!This is indeed excessive.

The annual profit of Liu Shengguang's oil shop is around [-] yuan, and your land tax costs [-] yuan, and the national tax is more important. Is this still possible?

"Comrade! Did you make a mistake? Who said that you can buy millions of catties of beans? Isn't this nonsense!"

There are two people who collect the land tax. One is a man in his 40s, and the other is a young man.

"Who are you calling nonsense?" The middle-aged land tax official blew his beard and stared at Wan Feng.

"Comrade! Don't be angry, I'm not talking about you. There is a standard for national tax and local tax. For an oil factory of Liu Shengguang's size, it is standard to pay 2000 yuan a year in tax. You need [-] yuan in tax. This is unreasonable! Can you see if we can discuss it?"

"There is no discussion, if he is short of a penny, he will be arrested and detained today."

This is a bit tricky.

The biggest possibility is that Liu Shengguang offended this person, otherwise such a thing would not have happened.

The biggest possibility is that they didn't get what they wanted from Liu Shengguang.

"Brother! This guy came to me a few days ago to ask for..."

"Hmm!" Wan Feng coughed and interrupted Liu Shengguang, not letting him continue.

If you say it, it will be a tear, and there is no room for change.

The matter has already been understood. The land tax collection is really for the benefit of Liu Shengguang. I don't know if it is too greedy or what is going on, but Liu Shengguang rejected it.

That's what's here to get awkward.

These land taxed people also dealt with Wanfeng in his last life, and he also worked as a self-employed person. Before the land tax was abolished, they were also very good. It’s okay to meet better ones. It’s like meeting uncles when they meet bad things. Same.

Sometimes it's downright lawless.

Wan Feng took out a box of Shilin Cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it over: "Comrade! What's your surname?"

The other party did not take Wan Feng's cigarette.

"What are you doing! Knowing my name for revenge?"

"Comrade! See where you said, smoke!"

"will not!"

Wanfeng had no choice but to put the cigarette back.