Two days later, the heavy rain turned into a light drizzle.

The sky was dark, and a cold wind was blowing everywhere, with fallen leaves scattered on the ground.

Lin Ziyan and Pang Niu arrived at the tax bureau and waited for their documents to be approved.

It's the end of the year, and there are long queues.

"We have to pay taxes even for things that cost only a few cents..."

"No matter what you sell, didn't it cost money to build such a major road for transporting goods? And what about the port? Doesn't that all cost money? Don't you have any idea where all this money comes from?"

"Have you heard? Several small business owners were investigated a few days ago for alleged tax evasion. They were shut down one by one."

Lin Ziyan sat in the front row and her eyes flickered when she heard the discussions behind her.

The chubby girl said in a low voice, "We've always had invoices for our export and import orders, so why are we still stuck on the documents?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a staff member came out of the window, called out a few times, and several people came forward to get the documents, and then went to the other side to pay.

"Have the people from Hairun Appliances arrived yet?" the staff member suddenly asked after the crowd dispersed.

"Coming!" The chubby girl quickly got up.

Lin Ziyan glanced at the people in the window but did not get up.

"Your documents are incomplete. Go back and complete them," the staff member said, then turned and left.

The chubby girl frowned, took the document and checked it. After confirming that nothing was missing, she pursed her lips.

She submitted these documents as required; it's impossible that they're missing anything.

Lin Ziyan took out the data, saw the sales table, and a dark glint flashed in her eyes.

Yesterday she discovered that someone was stealing sales data, but she still doesn't know what they're up to.

It seems they're just waiting for the tax authorities to review Hairun.

Katie is a foreign brand, and import taxes must be paid when it is resold in China.

The tax law is not yet perfect, and many cargo ship owners smuggle goods without paying taxes and resell them to people near the port.

Some small commodity workshops followed suit, and after taking risks multiple times, they became increasingly brazen.

Lin Ziyan had figured it out and became much calmer. Otherwise, it would have felt like a knife was hanging over her head, and she didn't know when it would fall.

"Ayan, what are they unhappy about? Is it because we... didn't pay them? Is that why they're not doing their job?" the chubby girl asked in a low voice.

Lin Ziyan shook her head and laughed, "Now is the time for a crackdown. Do you think law enforcement is just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Then why are they withholding our information? Is it wrong for us to voluntarily pay taxes?"

The chubby girl muttered to herself, her brows furrowed.

These tasks could actually be handled by an accountant, but there's a shortage of staff right now, and accountants are simply too busy to keep up.

Unfortunately, most accounting students these days are unwilling to work in factories and try every means to squeeze into government departments.

"Have Katie send the order back; we might need it," Lin Ziyan said casually.

…

Meanwhile, at the port...

All ships entering and leaving the area are subject to strict inspection.

"Brother Li, thankfully we listened to your niece and paid the taxes in time, otherwise we would be the ones arrested today."

Li Chenggong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; his heart was pounding in his throat.

That's right. He just paid his taxes yesterday.

“This batch of goods is worth nearly 50,000 yuan. If we get caught, we can forget about turning things around.”

The person who was working with them continued speaking.

Li Chenggong watched as the cargo ship was released and left smoothly before turning around to leave.

People nearby came over and hurriedly offered him cigarettes.

Li Chenggong accepted it casually, but didn't smoke it.

He used to be a bit of a scoundrel; he's seen all sorts of dirty tricks.

He never smokes cigarettes offered by strangers, always being very cautious.

"Brother Li, how did you guys get wind of this?"

"Could you give us some pointers too?" the man asked with a flattering expression.

Another person chimed in, "Brother Li, did you guys only become alert after hearing about the tax problems at Hairun Electric?"

Li Chenggong shook his head, offering only perfunctory answers without directly addressing their questions.

Thinking to myself, Hairun is such a big factory, it's impossible for them to have tax problems, it must be a rumor.

Li Chenggong drove his motorcycle away from the port, turned around to go to the market to buy meat and wine, and headed towards Haibi Village.

Since Wei Sheng was arrested, he has not come to Haibi Village.

As he passed the newly built elementary school, he slowed down and took a few glances.

Those who saw him sitting under the big banyan tree at the village entrance all had a look of inquiry in their eyes.

He used to be notorious in the village for frequently coming to the village to ambush Li Zhaodi and demand money.

Li Chenggong kept his motorcycle on without stopping, and several people tried to catch up with him but failed.

"Looks like we've really developed; everyone's buying motorcycles now."

"Yes! They used to walk here with long faces, but now they ride motorcycles. Rumors are not to be believed."

Li Chenggong listened to their discussion and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Li Chenggong couldn't hear what they were saying after that, so he went to knock on Wei Er's door.

He came on a whim, not knowing if his sister was home, and only remembered when he knocked on the door.

Who is it?

Wei Caixia's voice came from inside.

"Your uncle."

Li Chenggong carried his things and pushed the door open, his eyebrows relaxed and his eyes smiling.

When Wei Caixia saw him, she was stunned for a few seconds.

Wei Er, who was lying on the rattan chair, looked at the thing in his hand with a complicated expression.

When has his brother-in-law ever come to our house to take anything? It's already a good thing if he doesn't eat or take anything.

Li Chenggong put the things on the round table, then turned around, walked out the door, and pushed the motorcycle into the yard.

Wei Er suddenly stood up, his eyes wide, unable to believe that he had actually gotten on a motorcycle.

How much would that cost?

"Brother-in-law, let's have a good meal today." Li Chenggong picked up the meat on the table and prepared to go into the kitchen to cook.

Wei Er, "..."

Wei Caixia hurriedly stepped forward, "Uncle, I'll go cook. You and my father have a good talk."

"Xia, I came here today to thank you. If you ever need anything in the future, just ask your uncle." Li Chenggong smiled so much that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

He was sincere this time.

My brother-in-law used to insist on sending his niece to university, and my sister used to complain about him, saying that he was being stingy and was being generous in the wrong place.

It seems that reading more books was useful in the long run, but he didn't think long-term enough.

Wei Er couldn't help but ask, "Are you possessed?"

Wei Caixia's lips twitched, she gave her uncle a look that said "You'll have to explain yourself," and turned to walk into the kitchen.

If she dared to let her uncle cook, her grandmother would probably come all the way from the next village to beat her up.

Li Chenggong pulled up a rattan chair and sat down, briefly explaining the matter of his niece's help.

Wei Er opened his mouth, thinking that it must be because of the rain that the sun rose in the west, and that the spendthrift son had actually become the boss.

Now that Li Chenggong has money, he stands tall and talks big, recounting how he made money exporting small commodities.

"So, Ah Xia made you pay back taxes, and you managed to escape being investigated today?" Wei Er hurriedly opened the wine and poured him a glass.

People subconsciously bow down to rich people; no matter how much they looked down on them before, they find them pleasing to the eye now.

He sighed inwardly. Even a spendthrift son could become a boss, while his own son was still in prison. The contrast made him feel heartbroken.

"Brother-in-law, we paid over ten thousand in taxes..."

"How much did you say?" Wei Er's voice suddenly rose.