The weather vane in the Wudao underworld is the majestic Yama Palace.
Whenever Yama returns to the underworld, the Yama Palace will exude majestic power. But when Yama travels, this power will dissipate.
Therefore, all the dead souls in the Wudao Underworld can easily feel when their own Lord Yama is there and when he is not there.
For example, now, the majestic power returns to the Yama Palace. In an instant, all the dead souls in the underworld feel the feeling and understand that their master is back.
Every time Xue Wusuan returns to the underworld, the first person who comes to visit him is definitely Bao Zheng. This old ghost always has endless things to do and is extremely diligent.
This time, Bao Zheng presented two things. The first one was the "Ghost Country Tax Increase Bill." This was something that Bao Zheng and Xue Wusuan had already discussed before the first Yin Food Festival. After all, Ghost Country is now
The development is very rapid. The 3.6 million dead souls are creating value for the underworld every moment. Various industries are also springing up. Especially the commercial area. It is time to re-formulate the tax rate and refine it according to the industry.
It's tax time.
After reading the first bill, Xue Wusuan asked Bao Zheng in confusion: "Bao Zheng, are you sure this tax rate is appropriate? If you increase it so much at once, won't it have a huge impact on the newly emerging business?"
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Bao Zheng bowed and replied: "Jian Yan, the current tax rate is an integrated unified tax rate. This has caused differences and unfairness in labor income.
The ghost people who work in agriculture are the foundation of the ghost country, and Yin food is the most fundamental commodity in demand. Therefore, after the ghost people who work in agriculture submit the prescribed share, the subordinates think that the tax rate can be adjusted on the part of Yin food that remains.
To forty or even forty-five tax one.
As for the various extended industries based on agriculture, because they can stimulate the continued development of agriculture, I believe that it is enough to increase the tax rate appropriately. One tax per twenty-five or one tax per twenty is reasonable.
The rest, such as garment manufacturing, taverns, theaters, fighting arenas, gambling, etc., are not necessary or have no stimulating effect on agriculture. Therefore, a tax of 15% or even 10% is appropriate...
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Xue Wusuan interrupted: "Wait a minute, you said fighting arena? Gambling? These things are already available in the ghost country? Did you approve it?"
No introduction needed, Xue Wusuan understood both "fighting arena" and "gambling". At the same time, when his perception spread, he immediately discovered that these two things did exist in the ghost country. What he was curious about was the opening of a new industry.
He had an argument with Bao Zheng before, so it seems that he didn't include such "not serious" things, right?
"Yan Junrong, fighting arenas and gambling are both industries specialized in Guiya. All proceeds are used to support the city defense army and support research institutes and weapons workshops, and..."
Xue Wusuan interrupted again: "I ask you why you want to approve these industries?"
"It was approved by the three Lord Kings." Bao Zheng lowered his head and said something between his teeth, saying in his heart: Something is going to happen. I don't know what the three Lords will do this time.
Sample.
Xue Wusuan sneered twice, not knowing in his heart what the three sticks were thinking, or whether it was because his skin was itching and he was starting to feel uncomfortable.
As soon as his mind moved, the three figures were moved into the Yama Hall. With that look, even Bao Zheng, who was always serious and unsmiling, almost laughed out loud. Even his soul was shaking after holding it back. He could only lower his head further.
He lowered his feet and quickly moved a long way to the side. He looked at his nose and heart, wishing he could become invisible.
The current appearance of the three mallets made Xue Wusuan drop the cigar between his fingers.
His upper body was bare, his soul almost materialized, and his chest was covered with black hair. He clenched his hands and raised them above his head. He had a ferocious expression on his face and his eyes were as bulging as light bulbs. The second before he appeared here, he was still shouting "Ghost Face,"
Kill him! Come on!"
Shaking his head, Xue Wusuan seemed to see those football hooligans in the original world.
"Who is the ghost face?" Xue Wusuan lit a new cigar and asked with a sullen face.
Xue Wusuan spoke, and his voice was so cold that the three stupid wooden men immediately trembled, their faces turned pale, and they knelt on the ground, banging their heads against the ground as if they were pounding garlic.
It's like breaking the floor of Yama Hall.
"Deaf?"
The three ghosts kowtowed without slowing down, and said neatly: "Ghost Face is a fighting ghost in the fighting arena. He wears a mask on his face and is cruel by nature. Fighting against him will bring disaster to him. Thirty-three fights thirty-three
Victory. It can be said that the gods will kill the gods and the Buddha will kill the Buddha! And..."
The more he said it, the more outrageous it became. How is this different from push advertising? Xue Wusuan was dumbfounded when he heard it.
"Shut up!"
A roar came out of emotion, and the sound shook the entire Netherworld. All the souls of the dead immediately knelt down on the ground in hesitation. In their hearts, they were extremely frightened and kowtowed in the direction of the Hall of Yama. They didn't know why the great Lord Yama was so angry.
In the Hall of Yama, the three mallets of the Wang family and Bao Zheng were shocked and fell to the ground. Their souls were trembling, and they couldn't even gather their consciousness for a while.
Xue Wusuan waved his hand, and the four ghosts came to their senses and knelt down again.
Bao Zheng could only mourn for a second of silence for his three superiors. He had known for a long time that his three superiors had been fascinated by the killing fields and gambling. Whenever he had time, he would go to the arena to watch ghost fights.
, when you have money, you go gambling. When you win, you buy wine and eat and drink. If you lose? You rarely lose. You even pay off most of your debts through gambling.
Sometimes Bao Zheng wonders, does his three bosses insist on setting up the fighting arena and gambling industry just for the purpose of making money? He even quarreled with it several times over this. But now
It's so miserable that when Yan Jun saw him like this, he recited all the slogans in his advertisements. How could this be any good?
"Tell me about it. Why do you want to move industries like fighting arenas and gambling to the Hell of No Way? If it's a good idea, go to the second level of hell for a hundred years. If it's not a good idea, go to the third level of hell for 500 years."
Wang Erchui was surprised and thought he had heard wrongly, so he timidly followed: "Jun Yan, why do you have to be punished if you say it well?"
"There's no reason, I just don't like you. Tell me, you only have one chance to explain."
After a moment of silence, the three hammers knelt on the ground and exchanged quick glances with each other. In the end, it was Wang Dachui who resisted the banner.
"Reporting to Lord Yan, the three of my subordinates believe that our ghost country is the backing and foundation of the innocent underworld. No matter where Lord Yan's army points in the future, what is needed is not just the Yin soldiers and the group of brainless people in hell.
The vampires still have to rely on me, the country of thousands of ghosts.
The fighting consciousness and fierceness of the citizens of the Ghost Kingdom must be aligned with the Yin Soldier sequence. This is the soul and ambition of a group! However, the Ghost Kingdom cannot and does not have the conditions for the Yin Soldier sequence, and cannot all be trained as Yin Soldiers.
This is necessary.
Therefore, the three of my subordinates thought about it day and night, and finally came up with a way to stimulate the attack desire and fighting instinct in the ghost people's hearts. It's the fighting field!"