Yang Geyong's business was getting more and more smooth. He simply stopped exchanging it directly, but instead purchased things exchanged by domestic merchants. The advantage of doing this is that it was that it was short time. Although the profit was definitely less than before, the sales speed of roses was enough to make up for the loss.

But as soon as he entered the market today, he was targeted by several market managers with red armbands. One of them took out a document and handed it to him:

"Your name is Yang Geyong, right? According to regulations, the amount of individual business exchanges cannot exceed 1,000 yuan. You have violated the rules many times. We have decided to impose a penalty on you. The tariff of 50% is charged for more than 1,000 yuan."

One of them pretended to behave and took out an abacus for a while. Then he said, "You come about it every two days. The transaction volume is more than 3,000 yuan each time. You have been here for about 10 months, right? Based on 15,000 yuan per month, please pay 150,000 yuan in taxes. Otherwise we will report it to the public security organs."

Yang Geyong felt nervous. He knew this rule, but how many people in the market could follow this rule? Not to mention the big buyers of Lao Wang and others, even Yang Dahai and Jiang Buer and others, there are more than this number?

Yang Geyong's face darkened and asked with a serious expression: "Is this matter targeting the entire market, or is it just targeting myself?"

The marketing manager wearing a hat and two mustaches scolded impatiently: "How do you say this? We are the market of zf, and the regulations are naturally directed to all merchants. However, after our long investigation, you are the only one who violates the rules. And the amount of your violation has reached the point of violating the law. Therefore, we must punish you."

Seeing this situation, Yang Geyong understood that this matter was no longer a problem that Xiao En Xiaohui could solve. Moreover, the other party exaggerated the matter to a level that could allow the public security organs to intervene directly, and he became silent.

When the bearded manager saw that he stopped talking, he smiled and then looked down: "Tell me, when will you pay the tax? After you pay it, you can continue trading, but you must strictly abide by market regulations."

Yang Geyong raised his head and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Manager, I am worth only 3,000 yuan and that jeep. If you accept it all, I will not even have the money for food and can't go anywhere. So, I will give you this money and the jeep keys. In the future, I will beg for food at the door of this market. Anyway, almost all the merchants know me, and I believe everyone will give me a stutter."

After saying that, Yang Geyong stuffed the 3,000 yuan and the jeep key into the manager's hand. He sat cross-legged at the gate, told everyone passing by, and reached out to ask others for food.

Yang Geyong is actually very popular in the market. He is more generous in doing business. Because the selling price is high, he has not deliberately lowered the purchase price. Compared with Lao Wang and others, his price is really fair.

The manager's expression stuttered. He never thought that Yang Geyong would do this. However, he was not scared for so long as he was a manager. He immediately raised his face and scolded him sternly: "Yang Geyong, are you trying to fight against the government's regulations? Do you believe it or not, I will report it to the public security organs now?"

Yang Geyong nodded: "Okay, then call the police quickly. I happen to have a lot of things to react to. There are so many people in this market that I violate the regulations, so I will lead them to search every day. Maybe I can even make meritorious service."

Yang Geyong's confidence is that no one knows where his goods were shipped? Jiang Buer had a good relationship with him, but he only knew that he was from Yining Wool Mill. But he had been fired long ago, and even if he could not find anything.

But if he is arrested and really reports it, this matter will be lively. Although the government has regulations on border trade, the amount is only relative. No one is so serious. There are also quarantine regulations.

But how could it be that the same kind of tests can be carried out with the instrument? It would be fine if the market manager took a look. Is it not their words? Besides, which one of them said in vain?

Yang Geyong's move was equivalent to hitting the beard seven inches directly. He had no way to fight back. When the water was clear, there would be no fish. As long as many things were exposed, it would be a matter.

The bearded man's face was ashen, and his eyes were about to spit out: "Yang Geyong, don't go too far! Believe it or not, I'll call the police to come over now?"

Yang Geyong shook his head: "I don't believe it. Why don't I help you fight? Can I surrender directly? I will lend you your phone to me?"

"Okay, wait, I don't believe I can't deal with you!" After saying this, Xiaomoushi left with the people. Yang Geyong also stood up and walked into the market. At this time, Jiang Buer hurried out with a few people. Seeing him, he asked hurriedly: "Brother, I heard that Xiaomoushi is causing trouble for you?"

Yang Geyong nodded. This matter is definitely not that simple. How to break the deadlock is really a problem.

When he entered the market to purchase goods, Yang Geyong found that the old Wang who had not seen for some time had appeared. He swaggered and walked among the stalls with Vasily and others.

The other few merchants who received the goods looked at Yang Geyong with hostility. It seemed that everything was premeditated.

Yang Geyong began to gain something, but as soon as he received a few copies, a market manager came over and told the vendors: "The market stipulates that the amount of individual transactions should not exceed 1,000 yuan. Pay attention to the amount. Excess will not only be fined, but also prohibited from entering the market."

But Lao Wang and others were not subject to any restrictions. This incident made Yang Geyong reach the verge of an outbreak. But he couldn't find a suitable reason even if he wanted to explode. What can he say when market personnel enforce the law?

Jiang Buer also saw that something was wrong, so he went to another merchant to inquire, but gained nothing.

When Yang Geyong saw this, he ignored those things and went to buy them again, but the two market managers were always following him closely, and no one dared to sell them to him.

He directly found Xiaomouqian and asked, "Why are you just me? But don't care about the others?"

The mustache shrugged: "I don't have the right to care about him. As for the reasons, I don't need to tell you. You can complain to me!"

Finally, Jiang Buer thought of a solution, and he helped Yang Geyong receive the goods. Yang Geyong just went to his house to pull them. So he finally got a truckload of goods.
Chapter completed!