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When Ms. Li came to Wanrong Zhenhui the next day, it was almost time to get off work, and Kuang was discussing with Duan Zhao to recruit a senior account manager.

"Don't even think about it," Duan Zhao said decisively, "Impossible."

Kuang Zheng sat behind the desk, squinting his eyes: "Afraid your seat will be taken away?"

"I'm afraid," Duan Zhao said without hesitation, "No one is afraid, I don't know where someone will overwhelm me, I don't want to."

Kuang Zheng was silent for a moment, and only said four words: "It is imperative."

"Okay, you can go find it." Duan Zhao raised his chin, looking like a hob, "you want the kind of account manager who doesn't hold tens of billions of rich assets in his hands, who can come to us Where do you come from? How much money do you give people, how much money is enough for people like them?"

What he said made sense, this matter should not be rushed for a while, Kuang Zheng changed the subject: "I know why I asked you to discuss it?"

Duan Zhao curled his lips: "Who do you want to talk to?" He was provocative and mocking, "If you talk to the account manager about finding an account manager, it's like talking to a pig about killing a pig. It doesn't work. .”

"You position yourself as an account manager?" Kuang Zheng asked back.

Duan Zhao realized something and opened his mouth slightly.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who is stupid enough to ask a pig to discuss killing a pig?" Kuang Zheng tilted his head slightly, with an imposing manner, "Are you a pig?"

Duan Zhao was about to speak, but Kuang Zheng changed the topic again, "Contact the headhunting company first, and let them slowly search..."

At this moment, Xia Ke knocked on the door and poked his head in: "Boss, Ms. Li is here."

This order was accepted by Kuang Zheng. He wanted to finish it himself, button up his suit and walk out of the office. He told Xia Ke: "Give me a copy of the plan and contract and send it to 202."

Kuangzheng went to see Ms. Li, Xia Ke went back to his station to print the documents, just after typing out the plan, Huang Bailiang drank coffee and walked behind him: "Even you have a job, what case?"

Xia Kebai glanced at him: "Why are you so leisurely today, contractor?"

"The money has been settled with the decoration company," Huang Bailiang was in a good mood, flipping through his documents, "I don't need to be this contractor anymore..."

He was stunned. This is an immigration plan. The client is a divorced woman with physical and financial assets worth 5000 million RMB. The destination of immigration is the United States: "Who talked about this case?"

"Boss," Xia Ke answered while busy, "what's the matter?"

Huang Bailiang put down his coffee: "Where is the boss?"

"202,"

Xia Ke finished the contract and was about to bind it when he saw Huang Bailiang running towards the stairwell with his plan, "Xiao Bai, what are you running, hey, return the plan to me!"

Huang Bailiang ran up to the second floor, went outside the door of 202, took a breath, rang the doorbell, the door opened quickly, and Kuang Zheng stood at the door in a silver-gray suit.

"Boss," Huang Bailiang panted slightly, "I have something urgent."

Kuang Zheng frowned slightly, and walked out the door: "What's the matter, the customer is still here."

Huang Bailiang held up the document in his hand: "There is a problem with this plan."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback.

"The United States, like China, is a global taxation country. When it comes to such a big change in immigration, it is necessary to make a safe tax plan for her 5000 million yuan, otherwise it will be like wearing gold on the body and walking at night, and let others snatch it. !"

Quanzheng came from a background in valuation mergers and acquisitions, and is not sensitive to legal and tax loopholes: "Is it so serious?"

"Much more serious," Huang Bailiang pointed to several clauses in the plan, "China signed the "Multilateral Convention on Mutual Assistance in Tax Administration" in 2013. China and the United States can exchange taxpayer information and conduct joint tax investigations. Even tax havens such as the British Virgin Islands and the Cayman Islands are treaty countries, so as long as she immigrates successfully, it will be basically impossible to hide her overseas assets from the US government in the future.”

Kuangzheng is aware of the seriousness of the problem. If Ms. Li signs this contract, according to the current plan, no matter whether her assets are in the United States or China, she will have to pay taxes to the US government on the 5000 million yuan every year. This is a sum of money. Huge loss of property.

"And she has a son," Huang Bailiang flipped through the client information at the back of the plan, "we also need to consider her future property inheritance."

This Kuangzheng understands that property inheritance involves at least inheritance tax and personal income tax. After one immigration process, the result is a sharp shrinkage of personal assets. This is a major failure for both the client and Wanrong Zhenhui.

"Boss?" Seeing that Kuangzheng was silent, Huang Bailiang was anxious at first, but then suddenly realized that the customer was picked up by Kuangzheng, and he took the initiative to find him with a proposal, which was like slapping Kuangzheng in the face.

Calm down, he blamed himself for being too impulsive. Private banks advertised as wealth planning for the rich, but in the end they still had to earn their commissions. Those who wanted to immigrate did not immigrate. Where did their commissions come from?

Slowly lowering the hand holding the plan, Huang Bailiang understood Kuangzheng's silence. If it were him, he had to make a choice between conscience and income, and he would...

"Come in with me." Kuang Zheng said, while turning the door open.

Huang Bailiang hurriedly grabbed him: "Boss?"

"I'm not a law student," said Kuangzheng in a calm voice, "tell the client yourself."

This is tantamount to asking his subordinates to correct his mistakes in front of the client. Huang Bailiang stared at Kuangzheng's back and felt that he was like a mountain standing in front of all difficulties, suppressing all kinds of entanglements and hesitation.

Ms. Li waited impatiently, and she kept lighting the table with the hand holding the cigarette: "If you don't come back, we will have dinner." Seeing the young Huang Bailiang, she looked displeased, "Why did you bring in another one?"

"Sorry, Ms. Li, your plan has changed," Kuangzheng said honestly, and then turned around to introduce, "Huang Bailiang, Chief Legal Counsel of Wanrong Zhenhui."

Huang Bailiang stepped forward with something burning in his chest. He knew that not everyone who studied law had the opportunity to express his feelings. There were always too many lies, helplessness, and weighing pros and cons in this profession. Give him the opportunity, support him, say what he thinks should be said.

"Hi ma'am," he took a deep breath and looked at Kuang Zheng, "Based on the current tax laws of China and the United States, we do not recommend you to apply for this immigration."

Ms. Li's eyes widened, and she got up from the chair. What she was thinking about was immigration, so that her son could have American citizenship like Xiaosan's son. "What do you mean?" She glared at Kuangzheng, "You Wanrong Zhenhui What's the meaning!"

Now that Kuangzheng gave the opportunity to speak, Huang Bailiang wanted to tell the truth: "Ma'am, do you understand the laws of the United States?"

"I don't care what law or law he does," she said arrogantly, as if 5000 million is a huge wealth, "I have money, so why should I be afraid of money!"

Huang Bailiang told her: "The U.S. government will take away your money little by little."

She finally looked at him squarely, eyes full of astonishment: "How... how is it possible!"

Huang Bailiang repeated what he had just said to Kuangzheng. When she heard that she might face several million dollars in taxes, Ms. Li's expression changed, but she still did not give up: "I just want to apply for immigration, and I don't want to live there permanently. They can’t even speak English!” She also had her own thoughts, “Isn’t there a rule in the United States that if you don’t live there long enough, your green card will automatically expire!”

"No, ma'am," Huang Bailiang corrected her, "The invalidation of the green card must be certified through legal procedures, otherwise you will have to pay taxes to the US government on time even if you stay in China for the rest of your life."

"Why!" This is tantamount to stealing money.

"I'm afraid you never know," said Huang Bailiang with clear logic and strong professionalism, "even if you want to give up your green card through legal procedures, as long as you have held a green card for more than eight years out of the past 15 years, you can You have to liquidate your global assets, calculate profits at prevailing market prices, and pay an exit tax."

Ms. Li was stunned.

"That is to say," Huang Bailiang concluded his statement, "if you want to give up your American citizenship, you still have to pay the US government money, and it's a big deal."

Ms. Li fell back on the chair and kept her eyes straight. This was the first time she had heard of this, and she hadn't even thought about it. She thought that she was rich, could achieve her wish, and could do anything. The traps set by rich people are several times more than ordinary people.

She suddenly despaired, her husband's betrayal, her own humiliation, and her son's future seemed to have come to nothing. At this time, Huang Bailiang said again: "Just now outside the door, Mr. Kuang and I devised a new plan."

Kuang Zheng turned his head to look at him, raising his eyebrows.

"What plan!" Ms. Li completely let go of her arrogance and almost asked for help.

"You give up the immigration," Huang Bailiang said, "we will handle the immigration for your son."

Ms. Li was puzzled: "He...is only in the third year of junior high school."

"The difference between wealth planning and financial management lies in the cycle." Although Huang Bailiang is young, his words are very convincing. "Financial management is considered for three months or half a year, while private banks have to plan for you for a lifetime, including your offspring. .”

Ms. Li stared at him closely.

"You retain Chinese nationality, your assets are recorded in your name, and you don't need to pay taxes to the U.S. government," Huang Bailiang paused. "After a hundred years, your son will inherit the inheritance of a Chinese citizen, and you don't have to consider the U.S. income tax or inheritance tax." , which can maximize tax avoidance for your family.”

"Yes!" Ms. Li said without hesitation, "I immigrated for my son!" She stood up from the table again, feeling great sadness and joy for a moment, almost crying with excitement, "I have suffered so much and endured so much. What a grievance, isn't it just for my son!"

Whether it is 5000 million or 500 yuan, the mother's heart is the same, she just hopes that the child can have a bright future.

Huang Bailiang came out of the VIP room, went to make plans again, Kuangzheng sent him to the door, patted his shoulder, and said lightly: "Boy, yes."

"Boss," Huang Bailiang pushed his glasses, "you can do it, I can do it."

The two met each other with a smile, needless to say, the tacit understanding was already in their hearts.

It was a restless evening, Wanrong Zhenhui was like this, and Ruyizhou was the same. All the staff gathered in the background, but Ying Xiaonong was the only one who was putting on makeup. My son is a noble concubine again, from now on when you see me, don’t call me Brother Nong, just call me Niangniang.”

Baochan sat on the chair next to him, slowly scanning the room. Master Kuang was dozing off in the corner, Shi Kuoting was concentrating on tightening the strings of the huqin, Sa Shuang and Chen Rouen were together, each holding his big head and the other pressing his legs.

"Xiao Nong, take a rest when you're tired." Baochan's gaze fell back on Chen Rouen, "Xiao Chen, you go up today."

In a word, everyone's eyes are turned on, every pair of eyes is shining, that is anticipation, Baochan strengthened his thoughts: "Everyone should shine on such a good stage."

"Baochu, you're not afraid..." Shi Kuoting pouted towards the door, and the manager Xiao Niu followed up every time, and he set up the scene of "drunk imperial concubine".

"He is the head of the house and I am the head of the house." Baochan straightened his back and got up from the chair. "Today, there must be no one less. Come on stage for me. I decide the scene by myself. Show me the most brilliant one!"