Vol 5 Chapter 95: Tax sum tax

In the huge conference room, Lamont's consultants had a fierce quarrel with supervisors at all levels.
Although Hong Kong has huge foreign exchange reserves, these money are all reserves paid by the three major note-issuing banks. It is also the Hong Kong dollar that has the nature of a dollar token. The exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar has been very stable over the past decade.
Once these foreign exchanges are used, it will be a disaster if there are not enough US dollars to pay when the Hong Kong dollar needs to be cashed. Bank runs are minor problems. If they are serious, they can even collapse the entire financial system of Hong Kong, causing immeasurable consequences.
But as a consultant said, what does the collapse of Hong Kong have to do with Britain?
Lamont raised his eyebrows, took a sip of the coffee on the table.
"I agree with Mr. Hans. If Hong Kong shares the pressure on the Asian market, we will be much easier."
"..."
"Any other comments? If not, the meeting ends."
"..."
Hong Kong, Yau Ma Tei.
Police cars flashing police lights surrounded the Yau Ma Tei fruit bar.
Hundreds of uniformed policemen, holding riot shields and batons, confronted the workers and security guards aggressively with the fruit stalls, glaring at each other, showing signs of violent fighting if they didn't agree with them.
In the front row, a senior inspector is standing in the center with his gun in his hand and smoking a cigarette. He looks unrestrained and calm. He seems to have not noticed that he is surrounded by a crowd. Opposite him, there is a tattooed man with white hair. The young man, arrogant and domineering with slanted eyes, his face was full of madness and bloodthirsty.
"White Mao. Why, Peng San himself didn't dare to come out, why is he the boss, affection, this is to make you top the tank?"
"Officer Chen. I don't understand what you mean. People in Hong Kong know that we Yunji don't do illegal things. Mr. Peng is also a famous philanthropist and aspiring young man. What is your boss? Want to visit us Sorry to blame?"
"Oh, Baimao. You don't think that you are a successful person in a suit, do you? I received the news that you guys used to sell fruits for cover, smuggling drugs, and now you are blocking my way and blocking my execution. On official business, I have the right to arrest you."
smuggling!
Drug trafficking!
The two unwarranted charges made Baimao suddenly have the urge to kill people.
As the second person in Yunji under Peng San, he knows very well that there is no smuggling and drug trafficking in Yunji. Even ecstasy, anyone who dares to sell in Yunji's site will be served by the family law.
In the past two years alone, at least sixteen veterans have been enforced family laws because of drug trafficking and forced prostitution. Who would dare not even want their lives for the money.
But now, the police actually came to the door openly and wanted to search Yunji on the grounds of smuggling and trafficking in drugs. Pay attention to what fools were aware of.
This is a planting and a blaming.
If there is a real drug trafficking, then the investigation is also to go to the entertainment hall of Yunjiguan. Only when the brain is sick will come here.
With such a big fanfare, hundreds of police officers were mobilized to the fruit stall, and it was clear that they were looking for trouble. They were really searched in, and they could find absolutely everything.
Looking at Chen Jiaying's unscrupulous appearance, the white-haired eyes shrank severely.
If you kill this guy now, will you save a lot of trouble?
"Bai Mao, let's open the door for business, what's the point of you blocking the way? Mr. Chen wants to discuss business with me, so let him in."
Peng San's voice suddenly came down from the second floor. Chen Jiaying glanced sarcastically at White Hair, with a little regret in his heart.
If Bai Mao dared to do it just now, it would save a lot of effort, what a pity! This Peng San was able to assemble eighteen large and small societies into a monolith in two years. Sure enough, there were two things.
Wooden thresholds, wooden floors, wooden doors and windows, wooden stairs.
Stepping on the stairs made of pear wood, Chen Jiaying carried her hands on her back and stepped onto the second floor of Yunji.
The two-hundred-square-square-foot lobby on the second floor did not know when it was transformed into a tea restaurant. Peng Sanyi was sitting on the Huanghuali chair on the side of the living room in a practice suit, playing with the purple sand pot in his hand. His face was calm, his eyes were unwavering, and there was no restlessness or anger in his expression, as if he didn't know that the downstairs was surrounded by the Hong Kong Royal Police, and it seemed that he hadn't heard the noise downstairs before.
This makes Chen Jiaying very upset.
Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials. No matter how many titles are on Peng San’s head, he is just a gangster. When the senior superintendent of the Operation Department came in person, Peng San didn’t even look at it. he.
However, Chen Jiaying is a senior superintendent, and there is still some tolerance, after all, he needs others for this trip.
Walking up to Peng San step by step, Chen Jiaying took a calm breath and showed a polite smile at Peng San.
"Mr. Peng. It's so elegant. You can smell your tea as soon as you enter the door."
Peng San raised his head faintly, a smile appeared on his face just right, and his white teeth gleamed under his slightly dark complexion.
"Sir Chen. You came to see me Peng San with such a big fanfare, you definitely didn't want to come for tea."
For no reason, Chen Jiaying's heart jumped wildly, Peng San with a grin, his black eyes were like eyes of beasts.
In a flash, Chen Jiaying felt that his thoughts were a bit ridiculous. After all, this is a British site. How arrogant the lame Hao was back then. The inspector of half of the police station had to ask him to call him Hao, but it was not just going to jail.
If Peng San doesn't know how to promote him, then send him to prison to enjoy his good fortune.
Thinking of being a royal policeman and thinking of having a British backing, Chen Jiaying suddenly became courageous and burst into laughter.
"Mr. Peng is quick to speak quickly, so Chen will not go around ~ EbookFREE.me~ Yunji Eighteen Stalls has many businesses, but recently the tax bureau has complained that you have not paid taxes for a year. I am not pushing However, I had to come up and ask about the responsibility."
tax!
Peng San laughed blankly. Before Chen Jiaying came up, he was guessing what this guy wanted to do with hundreds of people, but he really didn't expect it to be for taxes.
Tax, what a tax!
Peng San smiled slightly, raised the purple clay pot and refilled himself with a cup of tea, and began to taste it slowly.
One minute.
Two minutes.
three minutes.
Five minutes later, Chen Jiaying's face turned cold. He didn't believe that Peng San didn't understand what he meant, but Peng San actually regarded him as air.
Is it tolerable or unbearable.
"Mr. Peng, paying taxes is the obligation of every Hong Kong resident and company. If you continue to default on the arrears, I have the right to arrest you in accordance with Hong Kong law."
"Sir Chen, you didn't leave, I'm so sorry. I think you left."
"you......"
Being treated as air, Chen Jiaying's complexion suddenly wanted to scold his mother.
But Peng San didn't give him this opportunity, raised his head and shouted not far away.
"Amei, come here. Sir Chen came here to collect the tax on behalf of the tax department, but I didn't remember you saying that our taxes were reported for everything?"
Amei had no idea what kind of tax this so-called tax was, and there was a look of panic and tension on her face.
"Mr. Peng. I really reported it. This is our tax bill. This month, Yunji Fruit File paid 800,000 Hong Kong dollars in tax, and Yunji Entertainment Headquarters paid 1.2 million Hong Kong dollars. Tax"
"Yunji Security Company, paid 300,000 Hong Kong dollars in taxes"
"This is the bill!"