Just after Chenzheng passed, the alley in front of the supervisory office was filled with people and traffic, and it was crowded with wealthy businessmen who came to attend the meeting.
After accepting Yuzhu's invitation, whoever dares not to come today will be seeking death.
That means that from now on, I will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the capital...
The wealthy businessmen who came to the meeting today are not ordinary people. They are all the top 200 big businessmen in Sijiu City.
In layman's terms, these 200 businesses were above the scale of the Qing Dynasty.
At the gate of the Supervisory Office, five desks were placed, with a pen-poster sitting behind each desk.
All wealthy businessmen who are present must sign in first, and then present the invitation issued by Yuzhu before they can enter the supervision yamen.
Sun Chengyun arrived at Maozhi time today.
According to Yuzhu's instructions, the open space in front of the lobby was filled with borrowed square tables and chairs.
Sun Chengyun couldn't understand. Aren't they just a bunch of rich and cheap businessmen? Why would they put the table full of melon seeds, tea and snacks?
However, since it was Yuzhu's order, Sun Chengyun had to carry it out even if he didn't understand it.
After Sun Chengyun entered, he saw that Wendner had already arrived. He was directing the officers and putting notes on the table.
What is this for?
Sun Chengyun walked over curiously and saw that on an Eight Immortals table in the first row, there were hard rice papers with names written on them, two in each direction, eight in total.
After carefully looking at these names, Sun Chengyun felt that these people were by far the largest taxpayers.
Except for the notes placed on this table, the other twenty or so Eight Immortals tables only had tea cups, melons, fruits and snacks.
"Good luck, Mr. Sun." Wendner noticed that Sun Chengyun was coming and hurried over to greet him.
Sun Chengyun waved his hand and said, "That's all. Hey, why is there a woman's name?"
Right under Sun Chengyun's nose, a piece of white paper actually said the owner of the Changlong, the Zhen family.
Sun Chengyun thought he had seen it wrong, so he quickly rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was the owner of the Changlong, the Zhen family.
In this era, a woman's name was not allowed to be known to outsiders at will. Therefore, there was only Zhen's surname, but no given name.
Sun Chengyun touched his chin and carefully studied the names of the guests at this table. Well, the top eight tax payers were basically all at this table.
For example, Sun Chengyun has dealt with Dai Chong, Yun Xiangsheng's boss, many times. He is a slippery old fox.
At a quarter of a hour, the entrance officially began, and the wealthy people who had already arrived filed into the Yamen.
At the yamen gate, Luo Xing'a, the deputy general of the patrol battalion, personally took command and maintained order at the scene.
How should I put it? The scene at the Yamen Gate is roughly the same as the taxi queue at the airport to pick up and drop off passengers.
After the wealthy businessmen arrived at the yamen gate, their sedan chairs and carriages were led by the officers to the training ground in the barracks.
Green Camp's training ground is unusually large. It can accommodate not only two hundred carriages, but even five hundred carriages. There will be no problem.
Due to proper arrangements in advance, everything in front of the Supervisory Yamen was in order and there was no chaos at all.
Zhen, the owner of the Changlong, got off the carriage and walked to the table at the sign-in area.
The pen-posters at the sign-in area were also a little dumbfounded. Why were there still female bosses attending the meeting?
Mrs. Zhen had long been accustomed to all kinds of surprised looks. She just treated it as if nothing was wrong. She put a pen on the book and signed five words: Changlong No. Zhen.
After entering the door, old acquaintances would always greet Mrs. Zhen along the way. Mrs. Zhen would also purse her lips, smile, and nod, which was regarded as saying hello.
There is no way, Changlong Hao is one of the top three super large merchant houses in the capital, and its business scope covers all profitable fields such as salt, tea, cloth, silk and leather.
Because she was used to keeping a low profile, Mrs. Zhen specially found the Eight Immortals table on the far side and sat down.
As soon as Ms. Zhen sat down, a servant came over and asked her politely: "What kind of tea does this boss like to drink?"
After entering the government office, you can actually order tea, which Ms. Zhen has never seen before.
She couldn't help being slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "If there is no Biluochun, could you please give me a glass of plain water?"
Soon, Biluochun was brewed and served in front of Mrs. Zhen.
Mrs. Zhen took a small sip. Well, it was quite pleasant and the tea soup was also green. It was indeed a tribute from the palace.
Supervisor Chongwenmen personally issued invitations to entertain guests. No one dared to neglect the guests in Sijiu City, and everyone rushed over on time.
When Yuzhu arrived, Wendana took the initiative to step forward and report: "Go back to the master, everyone is here, no more, no less, exactly 200 bosses."
Yuzhu nodded, thinking that if these people can expand their business, they must not be fools.
The owner who dares not to come today, hey, even if he wants to come in the future, he won’t be able to come.
Just as Yuzhu was about to step into the Yamen, a very ordinary carriage suddenly drove up from the alley entrance and stopped steadily beside Yuzhu.
An old man emerged from the carriage. When Yuzhu saw it, he quickly walked over and said with a smile: "Master Huang, are you here?"
Mr. Huang smiled slightly and said calmly: "Are you leading the way?"
Yuzhu didn't hesitate, walked in front, and led Mr. Huang into the Yamen.
Originally, Yuzhu planned to take Mr. Huang into the third hall to have a rest. However, Mr. Huang saw the crowd of bosses and did not want to go in.
"You go and do your work. I'll just find a seat and watch the excitement." Mr. Huang secretly waved his hand and drove away Yuzhu, who was wearing official uniform.
Yuzhu was also worried that if Mr. Huang's true identity was exposed, it might not end well, so he really left.
After Yuzhu left, Mr. Huang found a random seat and sat down directly.
However, after Mr. Huang entered the Yamen, someone led a large group of people over and drove Luo Xing'a's men to the outskirts.
At the beginning of the hour, Yuzhu, wearing a third-grade official uniform, walked out of the back hall and appeared publicly in front of everyone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When businessmen meet officials, they must kneel down and salute.
But Yuzhu was the first to wave his hands and said: "Today is a tea party, so there is no need for common etiquette. Everyone should sit still."
However, among these bosses, who dared? Everyone knelt down one after another.
In front of the entire lobby, apart from Mrs. Zhen who was squatting down to salute, only Mr. Huang was sitting in the last row, motionless.
Fortunately, Yuzhu had spoken in advance, so the people around him did not yell at Mr. Huang who did not understand etiquette.
After everyone sat down again in confusion, Yuzhu and Sun Chengyun beside him clearly saw that a row of burly men stood on the wall around Mr. Huang, replacing the original servants in the yamen.
Seeing that Yuzhu didn't say anything, Sun Chengyun immediately understood that he must have known about it for a long time. So, Sun Chengyun stood silently and didn't move.
Yuzhu's treat today, the bosses present were also mentally prepared for bleeding.
After all, when a new official took office and summoned them to have tea and talk, it was obviously impossible to avoid bloodshed.
Bleeding is certain, but the question is, how much is appropriate? Every owner also has a steelyard in his heart.
"My masters, I have been ordered by the emperor to supervise Chongwenmen..." Yuzhu said a routine as usual as an opening statement, and then entered the topic.
Yuzhu pointed to the empty Eight Immortals table in the first row and asked loudly: "Who is the owner of Changlong?"
Since Yuzhu's speech was extremely clear, Mrs. Zhen had already heard it clearly. She quickly stood up, knelt down and saluted: "I am Mrs. Zhen, and I would like to pay my respects to Mr. Yu."
"I would like to invite Mr. Zhen, the largest taxpayer in the capital, to sit over here." Yuzhu pointed to the empty table in the front row and asked Ms. Zhen to sit over.
However, when Mrs. Zhen came forward and saluted Yuzhu, Yuzhu was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said: "Hurry and lead Mr. Zhen's family to take a seat."
Following Yuzhu's instructions, Wendena immediately led Ms. Zhen to her seat in the first row.
Soon, the top eight tax-paying bosses in the capital all sat in the first row at the Eight Immortals table.
Standing next to Mr. Huang, the fat man in blue with a pale face and no beard glanced at Mr. Huang furtively.
Seeing that Mr. Huang was watching it with great interest, the fat man in blue felt relieved. The new tricks Yuzhu came up with made Mr. Huang very interested.
After everyone was seated, Yuzhu waved his hand, and Wendner immediately led the servants and took out hundreds of pamphlets that had just been printed yesterday and distributed them one by one to the bosses present.
Mr. Huang was also handed a pamphlet in front of him. When he picked it up and took a look, he saw several big words written on the cover: It is honorable to pay taxes, and shameful to evade taxes!
Hey, Yuzhu, Mr. Huang was immediately amused and secretly cursed Yuzhu as a narrow-minded person.
Yuzhu knew very well that none of the bosses who came here were illiterate.
Therefore, he personally compiled a booklet, integrating the new tax rules, penalties for tax evasion, and tax returns, and distributed it to everyone for study and research.
After the booklet was handed out, Yuzhu sat back in his seat. The rules that should be said were explained in detail in the booklet.
If you can't understand it anymore, it's not a matter of illiteracy, but a matter of deliberate provocation.
Mr. Huang flipped through the booklet page after page. When he saw a surprising rule, he couldn't help but smile.
Yuzhu wrote this: If there was any tax evasion in the past, this time you only have to pay five thousand taels, and it will be wiped out from now on, and there will be no further investigation.
Mr. Huang's mathematical skills were very deep. In the blink of an eye, he calculated the amount of back payment, and the total amount was exactly one million taels.
There are 200 bosses present, and each of them has 5,000 taels. Isn’t that just one million taels?
But, who would be willing to make up for such a large sum of money?
Mr. Huang waited with great interest to read the next chapter, while the fat man in blue hunched over and did not dare to take a breath.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the other side of the yamen gate.
"Go away, how dare you stand in my way?"
Hearing this very familiar voice, Mr. Huang couldn't help but sink his face and frown.
(PS: I fell into second place in the historical monthly ticket. It’s so miserable. Please support me and comfort me!)