"Inheritance tax? Don't we have inheritance tax in our country?" Zhang Guoji asked doubtfully.
If there was an inheritance tax, their family would have lost at least half of their family property when they split up two years ago.
Zhang Hao explained patiently: "It doesn't happen now, but it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. The financial gap is getting bigger and bigger, and inheritance tax will be levied sooner or later. You must not take chances."
If it were not for the fear of capital flowing to Europe, the mainland would have already levied an inheritance tax. After all, a large number of wealthy people have died in the past ten years.
"Dad, did you hear something?"
Zhang Guoji asked casually.
Imposing inheritance tax is definitely a big deal, especially for their family and their surrounding relatives and friends. It is a practical issue that cannot be avoided.
"Don't go out and talk nonsense. The tax department started relevant research a few years ago. If nothing unexpected happens, it will definitely be fully implemented within three to five years."
Zhang Hao introduced softly.
"Dad, you are too optimistic. What if the rich get the news in advance and run away en masse? Wouldn't it be all in vain?"
Zhang Guoji raised a small question.
"Run? Where to run?" Zhang Hao said domineeringly, "Before the end of the year at the earliest, the federation will usher in a new wave of tax reform. At that time, the tax policy will be unified across the federation, and there will be a tax rate that completely solves the old problem.
question."
"Tax reform? What does the central government want to do?"
Zhang Guoji couldn't help but wonder.
“It’s okay to tell you that this tax reform has two main goals. One is to unify the tax policies of all major regions as I just said, laying a solid foundation for the establishment of a unified market across the federation; the other is to focus on the reform of the tax sharing system.
Significantly increase central government revenue..."
"Tax-sharing system? Can Europeans agree?"
Zhang Guoji couldn't help but worry.
It is easy to say that other regions are unable to fight against the central government, but the Europeans are different. They control the two continents of Europe and Africa, and their strength cannot be underestimated.
Zhang Hao wanted to cultivate his eldest son's political literacy, so he bluntly said:
"Don't worry, the central government will definitely not force it. In fact, no matter what differences there are, they can be resolved through negotiation. It is nothing more than an exchange of interests.
Since you plan to enter politics, you must remember that politics is not about submission, but about compromise, and compromise is the basic connotation of politics."
"Compromise? But..."
"Don't rush to refute. This kind of thing cannot be taught by others. It needs to be experienced by yourself. It is also through traveling for more than two years that I have slowly figured out this truth."
Zhang Hao interrupted directly.
"Okay, Dad, I will keep it in mind."
Zhang Guoji said thoughtfully.
"Okay, let's stop talking here! When I come back, we, father and son, can continue talking."
"Dad, how much longer do you want?"
Fan Zhenxiang smiled and persuaded: "Old Zhang, don't wait any longer. Take Guoguo back to the consul's residence quickly! Don't worry about work matters. It's not too late to talk about it in two days."
"Okay, then I won't shirk it."
Zhang Hao smiled and nodded.
"That's right, the consul is also a human being, and he also has a wife and children to accompany him. You have been away for so long. When the handover is completed, you must take a good vacation."
"Not only me, but everyone else in the inspection team also needs a good rest." Zhang Hao quickly added, and then sighed deeply: "It's really inconvenient without a plane."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Let me tell you good news, the electric aircraft project has developed rapidly in the past two years. I believe that in a few years, we will be able to fly on electric passenger aircraft.
It will be much more convenient to travel during this time.”
Fan Zhenxiang took the opportunity to throw out a piece of good news.
Zhang Hao suddenly beamed with joy: "Really? This is really good news."
"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for this. If you hadn't reminded me at the beginning, the road to civilian use of electric aircraft would probably have to wait for several years."
Fan Zhenxiang nodded slightly.
"I didn't expect it to develop so fast! I just mentioned it casually at the beginning, and the main credit goes to you, Lao Fan." Zhang Hao said modestly.
At the same time, he quickly remembered.
During an inspection trip to Japan two years ago, he tried to help the scientific research station obtain some electric helicopters from the military. Later, he launched a series of special support plans, which really helped a lot.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore and get in the car quickly! Look at Guo Guo, her little face is almost turning red from the cold."
Fan Zhenxiang waved his hand and urged.
Zhang Hao smiled and nodded, then strode towards the car with his daughter in his arms: "Guoguo, go home with daddy."
After a while, the entire port was empty.
In the car, Zhang Hao played with his daughter for more than ten minutes and asked his wife casually:
"How many days did you ask for leave for Guoguo?"
"One month." Yang Huaqing replied.
Zhang Hao nodded with satisfaction: "I will have about half a month to a month's leave here. Then I will try to spend more time with Guoguo at home. Alas... Guoguo doesn't even recognize me as a father."
Yang Huaqing's eyes suddenly lit up and he said happily:
"There is such a long vacation? I thought it was only a few days?"
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly and explained: "You also know that as a consul, I don't have much real power. The one who is really in charge is Dean Fan. He is the one who really manages everything."
"Huh, Dean Fan is not a good person. If he hadn't plotted against you, you wouldn't have been out for so long."
Yang Huaqing couldn't help but complain.
"Ahem..." Zhang Hao coughed quickly, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I have something to do this afternoon and I can't leave. Let's go back to Huicheng early tomorrow morning."
"What's the matter? Didn't Dean Fan ask you to rest for two days? What? You don't keep your words?"
"You misunderstood. I'm going to visit Mr. Ji in the afternoon to personally report to him on my work over the past two years." Zhang Hao explained quickly.
"Is it necessary? Isn't Mr. Ji retired?" Yang Huaqing looked unhappy.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but let out a long sigh and explained in a low voice: "As long as he doesn't die, he still has the final say in the Federation, and Lao Fan and I have to obey him."
"Hmph! It turns out that you are a thief if you are too old to die!"
Yang Huaqing muttered.
"This is called respecting the old and loving the young, do you understand?" Zhang Hao glanced at the driver in front of him, and then immediately changed the subject: "By the way, where is Lao Xia? Why didn't you see anyone else just now?"
"Uncle Xia was sick and the doctor didn't let him go out, so he didn't come." Yang Huaqing replied.
"Sick? Is it serious?"
Zhang Hao suddenly became nervous.
He now relies entirely on the other party to help him make suggestions. He is more important than his right hand, and can be compared to half a brain.
Yang Huaqing wiped her daughter's nose and replied: "Fortunately, it's just a common cold, but Uncle Xia is old after all, and his recovery is slower."
"As long as it's not serious, that's it. You can accompany me to the hospital to see Lao Xia later."
"Well, I've prepared all the gifts."
…
Returning to the consul's residence, Zhang Hao first tidied up briefly, and then immediately took his wife and daughter to a nearby hospital.
Although there is a medical room in the consul's residence, it usually deals with emergencies. For common illnesses like colds, it is more appropriate to go to the hospital.
"Consul, when did you come back?"
Xia Congwen's mental state seems to be pretty good.
"Just came back from the port." Zhang Hao casually placed the gift on the bedside table, and then asked with concern: "How is your health? When can you go to work?"
"Consul, how can I be a boss like you? I am already an old man, why can't I be allowed to rest for a few more days? Even a slave has sick leave, right?"
Xia Congwen couldn't help but joked.
Hearing this, Yang Huaqing hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle Xia, Lao Zhang can't speak. You can rest as long as you want. You don't have to listen to him."
Zhang Hao spread his hands and argued helplessly:
"I just came back. I don't know many things clearly. I can't live without Lao Xia."
"Consul, Madam, I am joking, do you two take it seriously? My illness is almost healed, and I will be discharged from the hospital in two days."
After Xia Congwen finished speaking, he waved to Guoguo:
"Guoguo, do you still remember Grandpa Xia?"
Guoguo goes home every weekend, and of course she knows Grandpa Xia. The little guy struggles to be hugged.
Yang Huaqing hurriedly handed over her little daughter.
Xia Congwen waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't come over, don't spread the cold to Guoguo."
"Uncle Xia, aren't you wearing a mask?"
"Wearing a mask is not 100% safe, it's better to be careful," Xia Congwen insisted.
"Okay! Let Guoguo spend more time with you after your cold is completely cured." Yang Huaqing reluctantly hugged her daughter back into her arms, and then changed the subject: "Uncle Xia, where is my aunt?"
"She thought the food in the hospital cafeteria was not good, so she went home to cook. She would bring it to me when it was ready."
Xia Congwen explained casually.
"Tsk, tsk, aunt is so kind to you!"
Yang Huaqing praised him.
"Hey, we've been an old couple for decades. If your aunt isn't nice to me, who else can she be nice to?"
Xia Congwen said proudly.
Zhang Hao glanced at his watch and then winked at his wife.
After Yang Huaqing received it, he immediately said to Xia Congwen: "Uncle Xia, I will take Guoguo to the toilet and let Lao Zhang chat with you."
"Okay, go quickly! The toilet is at the end of the corridor."
Xia Congwen reminded me.
Yang Huaqing nodded, then left the ward with her little daughter in her arms.
Zhang Hao took a chair, sat directly beside the hospital bed, and said straight to the point: "Lao Xia, I'm going to see Mr. Ji this afternoon. Can you help me think about it, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
"Consul, the fact that you immediately thought of visiting Mr. Ji shows that you are very clear-headed."
"Are you looking down on me too much? I'm not a young person who has just stepped out of society. I still know how to deal with the world. Stop talking nonsense and tell me something practical."
Zhang Hao urged.
Xia Congwen shook his head gently: "This is not necessarily true. To put it bluntly, people who can sit in the position of consul should be proud no matter how proud they are, but there are very few who can always remain rational."
"Stop complimenting me. I am a puppet consul, different from others."
Zhang Hao waved his hand.
"What's the difference? Do you think that all the previous consuls have monopolized power?
I can tell you with confidence and boldness that Mr. Ji is the most powerful governor, and others, including Roosevelt, are slightly inferior."
Xia Congwen said something profound.
Zhang Hao perked up: "Lao Xia, what exactly do you want to say to me? There are no outsiders here, so if we have something to say, why don't we just say it?"
"Consul, what I want to say is that you don't have to keep talking about the word puppet. Mr. Ji may have had this consideration at the beginning, but as time goes by, the situation has changed..."