Chapter 387 Air Tax? ! !
Liu Bo had been waiting at the door of the conference office in advance. He had his hands hanging by his sides and his body stood straight, like an old tree, steady and not sharp.
He showed no signs of agitation or uneasiness, except to occasionally glance up at the closed office door.
Lou Duan stood half a step behind him. He was called by Liu Bo. He was a little annoyed about this, but he was also mentally prepared.
Liu Bo half-closed his eyes and asked nonchalantly, "Did Zhao Xing die last night?"
Lou Duan half lowered his head and said expressionlessly: "Well, the police station said it was an accident."
Liu Bo turned his head and glanced at Lou Duan, as if he really believed it. He did not continue to ask about this topic, but changed the subject and said:
"The councillors will ask you questions later. Do you know what to say?"
Lou Duan took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Since the councillors have asked, we must give a clear result on the matter of the Second Prison..."
Liu Bo raised his hand to interrupt Lou Duan: "You don't have to tell me, just remember, once you enter this door, there will be no chance to regret every word you say!"
Lou Duan hummed silently and looked down at Liu Bo's spotless leather shoes.
The pair of leather shoes were shiny as if they had never been stained by a speck of dust, let alone mud and dirt.
He cursed quietly in his heart: "Old man, you are a loach, the pot is really not sticky at all."
The door to the conference room opened at this time.
Lou Duan followed Liu Bo in, stepping very lightly for fear of making any unnecessary noise.
His eyes carefully swept across the congressmen sitting at the round table. Each face was either calm, indifferent, or concealed unfathomable meanings.
He tried to catch some clues from these expressions, but soon found that each of them seemed to be wearing an impeccable mask.
"It's been a few days. Are there any results from the investigation into the Second Prison?" the Chief Councillor asked calmly.
Liu Bo stood at one side of the round table, lowering his head slightly. His expression was as calm as ever, and he didn't utter a single unnecessary word. "There is a result. Lou Duan, please report your findings to the congressmen."
Lou Duan quickly stepped forward and told the whole story he had prepared in his mind:
"After the riot in the second prison, I had people conduct a secret investigation, starting from..."
Wang Xinfa coughed, stared at Lou Duan through his glasses, and said with a fake smile: "There is no need to go into details about the process, just tell me the result. Just tell me, who should be held responsible for the riot in the second prison and the deaths of these people?"
Lou Duan suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He sensed something unusual in the unquestionable question from Councillor Wang Xinfa.
"Councilman Wang doesn't seem to care who the next name I say is... Is it because, no matter who I say, Councilman Wang is fully confident that the meeting will end the way he wants?"
Lou Duan's mind raced. He subconsciously glanced at the congressmen and found that each of their faces was impeccable. It was difficult to tell their attitudes from their expressions, and it was also difficult to tell which of them was on the same side as Congressman Wang.
Even if you see it, it may not be true. It may all be acting.
The people in this room are the top movie stars from District 9 gathered together to perform.
Lou Duan gathered his thoughts and uttered a few names through his teeth:
"Zhao Xing and Zhou Hu are the main culprits who started the riot. The other wardens should have also participated to varying degrees."
Before entering the door, Lou Duan only planned to abandon Zhao Xing and Zhou Hu. After entering the door, he somehow added a few more names, and it can be said that all the wardens of the second prison were caught in one fell swoop.
Councillor Wang grinned, "What about the [last elimination system] that's been making a lot of noise online?"
Lou Duan made up his mind to cut off his tail to survive. In this case, what difference would it make if he cut off one tail or several tails?
He answered decisively, "Several wardens joined forces to force the warden Qian Huan to sign it."
Wang Xinfa looked at Lou Duan deeply and waved his hand. Liu Bo immediately took Lou Duan out of the meeting room.
Outside the door, Lou Duan let out a long breath, only to find that his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and the clothes sticking to his body were so wet and cold that it made him shiver.
Liu Bo patted his shoulder with an intriguing smile on his face: "What do you think?"
Lou Duan had many doubts in his mind, and his voice became a little hoarse unconsciously: "They don't seem to care what I answer?"
Liu Bo nodded: "That's right, our answer is not important, because the rules of the game on that table are different from what we imagined."
Lou Duan's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had realized something, but also seemed to be unable to fully understand it.
He lowered his voice and asked, "So, what's the difference?"
This time, Liu Bo did not answer Lou Duan. He withdrew his hand from Lou Duan's shoulder, sighed, and walked away.
He also wanted to know the answer to this question, but if he knew it, why would he have been wandering outside the door for decades and never got to the table?
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Inside the meeting room.
Wang Xinfa spread his hands and said, "It seems that the prison system has helped us find the bad apples. Then the next thing will be easy to handle!"
Zhang Deming frowned and said with a half-smile: "That may not be the case. The prison system's internal self-examination was a bit sloppy. Maybe..."
Wang Xinfa ignored Zhang Deming's question and turned to look at the chief councillor. He suddenly changed the subject and said, "I heard that the Upper City Council is going to pass a new policy to impose an air tax on the entire Lower City. Is that true?"
All the councillors' faces changed slightly, and they all looked at the chief councillor.
The chief councillor was silent for three seconds, then nodded and said:
"Councilor Wang is right. The bill has been passed by the parliament, and the specific implementation documents will be issued in a while."
The faces of all the congressmen suddenly became extremely ugly.
Zhang Deming asked with a gloomy face: "Specifically, what is the tax standard?"
Chief Councillor: "It is counted on a per capita basis, and the tax point is 3 points, which is paid by the district executive government every month."
The middle-aged congressman frowned: "It is equivalent to the Executive Government having to increase its fiscal expenditure by 3% every month."
Wang Xinfa interrupted at the right time and said, "You have miscalculated. As far as I know, the higher-ups will send people to conduct a unified headcount check this time, and all prisoners and undocumented civilians will also be counted."
The chief councillor met everyone's incredulous gazes and nodded silently: "That's right, so, in order to facilitate future collection, all blank citizens must be naturalized and filed. Of course, the welfare level of blank citizens will remain the same, but they will be allowed to purchase cemeteries after death. From now on, they will no longer be called blank citizens, but..."
The chief councillor paused and uttered a brand new term:
"Gray Folk!"
(End of this chapter)
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