When he got home, he saw Chen Congyu drinking there with an excited look on his face.

Fang Manyi ran over with distress and said, "No matter where the matter is, you are not allowed to drink to relieve your sorrows."

"I know, I know." Chen Congyu smiled and grabbed the bottle back into his hand, then said, "I am happy. You didn't see it. I am as helpful as God tonight."

"Where did the god come from?" Fang Manyi sat down with anger.

Chen Congyu laughed proudly and said, "Didn't the inspector take the account book and say that we missed 3 million yuan in taxes?"

"I've got all the models." Fang Manyi patted the bag on hand and said in confusion: "Have things changed again?"

"It's a good change." Chen Congyu hummed deliberately twice and said, "I was sitting here today to argue with her. I thought to myself, how could the accounts be unfair? No matter how confused Lao Ma is, he wouldn't be caught by a little girl. So I looked at that part of the accounts carefully on the computer, and do you know what's going on?"

"how?"

"I found the loophole. In fact, I just calculated the bonus less and filled in the advance provisions back, which was exactly 3 million yuan." Chen Congyu could smell the pride from afar.

In fact, it is indeed worthy of pride. Although I was not skilled in doing accounts when I was young, I was not skilled after all. While talking to others, I could also find loopholes in accounts. This is really not easy.

Fang Manyi was gentle and patted her husband on the cheek in surprise, and smiled: "Will the tax be balanced?"

"It's flat." Chen Congyu finished speaking, sighed and said, "Old Ma is not real."

Chen Yi was confused when he heard it next to him, but he guessed that his father suddenly became angry and had a close relationship with the Intelligence Scroll.

This is true. Intelligence itself contains elements such as observation. Chen’s father faced with not very complicated accounts. The main problem was that someone broke it from the inside and made his own accountant make false accounts for the other party.

Of course, even Chen Congyu himself is not sure whether such a big business is really tax evasion. He is just trying to be led by the tax bureau.

Fang Manyi shook her head as she heard this and said, "Old Ma has been with us for five or six years."

"The tree fell and the money scattered." Chen Congyu snorted, then became energetic, and smiled: "You don't know that when the inspector left, he looked strange, as if I was Superman. Unfortunately, no matter how unacceptable she was, the piles were dug out by us, and we should have run out of ammunition and food."

The two talked and laughed, and the atmosphere immediately became harmonious.

Chen Yi approached the side, waited for the two of them to stop, and made a gesture and said, "Mom, business card?"

"So anxious?" She said, but she would go inside and search for him.

The little sister ran down happily, praised her father's "leaderly style", and then asked Chen Yi: "What business card do you want?"

As she said, her eyes turned to the small box in the living room.

Chen Yi was worried that she would return to the ranks of fragments with her scarred incense burner. He quickly took the packaged box back to his room and said, "I bought a porcelain piece and find someone to see if it is true or not."

"It's that simple?"

"Don't let mom and dad." Chen Yi knew the younger sister's thoughts and got stuck in one sentence.

The little sister blinked and smiled evilly: "Lend me your New Year's money."

Chen Yi had no money to give him. He turned his head back to the room without saying a word, put the porcelain, closed the door and locked it. Then he went down to the garage, found all the unloaded paper, and then transferred a taxi, and rushed to the subway station in a hurry.

The younger sister was stunned on the second floor for a long time, thinking that her second brother would get her money, but when she heard the sound of the car starting, it was too late.

Her anger suddenly soared into the sky, like a monkey having been stolen from a peach.

Subway station at night.

The cold winter is like a toad in autumn. It takes a while before one or two of them pops up.

With the help of the driver, Chen Yi put more than 100 kilograms of paper products at the subway station, gasping and thinking, if they couldn't sell for the price, they would have to change the type next time.

God knows what paper is used for the scrolls of the Kingdom of Saint Chio.

Also, can I get some gold coins back?

This idea flashed away and was used as a backup plan by him. The Chen family was originally a wealthy man in Jiangning. There were not necessarily billions of private assets, but the amount controlled in their hands was far more than that. Chen’s mother alone used charity assets every year, and Chen Yi never looked at the money.

But the current situation is critical, and maybe tens of millions of dollars can change the situation.

After finding a corner, Chen Yi looked at his watch, sat on the pile of paper and waited, playing with the last two scrolls.

The first-level intelligence scroll and the second-level perception scroll, the red silk thread is very bright, like beautiful handicrafts. Who knows that untiing them can improve your abilities?

If they can help the family survive this crisis, their magical power will not be in vain.

A subway came thunderously.

Chen Yi slowly stood up and saw a few people walking up from afar, and slowly sat down again.

It's a normal subway.

Everyone who was waiting for the car left, and as a result, only him and a pile of paper were left on the platform, which was very empty.

At 22:30, a subway line stopped silently in the station.

Chen Yi looked to both sides cleverly and stepped into the carriage with one foot.

There is not a single person inside.

Looking up, Jiangning - the nameplate of the Kingdom of Saint-Qio, sticking high.

Sure enough, it's here.

Chen Yi excitedly dragged the pile of paper, thinking tiredly that he would make a power scroll this time.

Before closing the door, all the more than 100 kilograms of paper were pulled into the carriage

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The convergence and dispersion of various colors appeared on the car window again, making the light colorful.

Chen Yi looked at the small world that was more than 20 meters with a completely different mentality. He even put his eyes on the junction of the two cars, hoping to see the unpassable carriage next to him.

Seats, armrests, small cards scattered on the floor, trinkets and magazines thrown in positions, everything seems to be in the normal subway.

Suddenly, Chen Yi became alert.

How can there be small cards in this subway line, and how can there be abandoned magazines and accessories?

He quickly turned around and found that the car he was in was not so clean.

There is a piece of shredded paper the size of a business card on the ground. When you pick it up, you can see strange patterns on it, like an abstract animal, not very complete.

A bird seemed to be in a flying state, with its long pointed mouth wide open, revealing its sharp teeth.

Teeth? A foolish bird with teeth?

There was no information other than that, Chen Yi regretted putting it in his pocket on his shirt and thought to himself: I have to find an opportunity for professionals to see.

The lights of light and dark flashed quickly, followed by a long period of light.

As Chen Yi tidied up his clothes, the subway slowly stopped.
Chapter completed!