Lu's trip to Foshan was full of success. Not only did he purchase enough raw materials to make the goods, but he also purchased many precious medicinal materials that were difficult to obtain in Lingao and even Qiongzhou, especially Mixiang, bezoar and rhinoceros horns. [No pop-up novel website] Especially Mi Xiang, all of them were inspired by Du Sheng of Henan. Mixiang of this brand has always been known for its genuine products at reasonable prices. Liu San had only seen stock samples of Duxiang under this brand name in the university's library in the past. Now that he saw it with his own eyes and purchased it, he was really excited.
He even bought some of the Pien Tsai Ji that he coveted. This medicine is sold on a consignment basis by drug stores in Foshan, and it is very expensive. You can only buy a small piece for one tael of silver. Liu San wanted to buy more, but the pharmacy refused because the stock was limited and each person was limited to five tablets.
"I sold it to you now. What should I do if someone is in urgent need?" The clerk refused, "This is life-saving medicine!"
Liu San left in dismay, but this traditional business ethics was really good.
As for various traditional Chinese medicine processing equipment, I also bought numerous equipment. In addition, many medicine shop clerks were recruited. Yang Shixiang was a little surprised. Even though he had made several big deals, Runshitang would not need so many people and things.
"Brother Yang, it won't take long before you feel you are not enough." Liu San smiled confidently. Yang Shixiang originally wanted to persuade him, but he thought that although this person was very close to him and even worshiped him, he was an out-and-out "fashionable person." All fashionable people were extremely confident and complacent. Of course, with their It’s not surprising that he has done so many things.
Thinking that since he made friends with Dr. Liu, his life seemed to be getting better day by day, and even doing things became surprisingly smooth. Yang Shixiang didn't know that Li Yonghuang's incident was purely accidental, and thought Liu San was hiding some back-up plan. He did it after seeing his elder brother not cooperating.
The more I admired the methods of this group of Australians, the more I admired them.
As long as the Aohong people are in Lingao, his business will definitely become more and more prosperous. Yang Shixiang felt vaguely.
Before leaving Foshan, there was inevitably another social gathering. When they heard that they were leaving, the leading figures in the Yang family came to hold banquets one by one. Even Lin Ming sent several gifts to see them off. The group said goodbye and drank wine for three days before setting off.
Foshan is dozens of miles away from Guangzhou by water, so it is very convenient to take a boat. There was no need for Liu San and his entourage to escort the goods, so they hired a Jiangshan Express to return all the way with seven or eight subordinates. The return trip was arranged by Qiwei, which was convenient and comfortable by the standards of this time and space. Since the connection of all links along the road was quite accurate, Liu San became very suspicious. Is there any alarm in Qiwei? I inquired tentatively,
"There's nothing unusual about this." The "Quanpai" responsible for the escort is exactly called Quanpai, not an escort. In fact, this person's job is not that of an escort.
"It's all sent by carrier pigeons," he said.
The Qiwei Escort Bureau used the network established over the past year to combine all its affiliated Escort Bureau counters, horse and carriage shops, car dealerships, boat shops, warehouses, and inns, and set up Huitong stations in several transportation hubs across the province. Messages from various places were transmitted by carrier pigeons three times a day in the morning, noon and evening. Although it was not as good as the telephone and telegraph, it was considered extremely accurate at the time.
When we arrived in Guangzhou, we boarded the Guangjia. The medicinal materials purchased in Foshan had been transported to the dock warehouse in Qiwei, Guangzhou. The whole companion took the warehouse receipt to him. Liu San and Yang Shixiang verified that the goods were not missing or damaged, and stamped them for shipment. The level of efficiency was astonishing even to Liu San.
The group returned to Lingao on a boat from Gaoguang Shipping Company. Just after entering the port, I saw that fences had been erected on the newly renovated passenger terminal, as well as several newly built stone houses. Several people in navy uniforms were on duty beside the fences.
When I got off the gangplank, I realized that these dark-skinned natives were not marines. Each of them wore an armband: "Customs."
"This is really rare." Liu San said. Although he had known that the customs had been established during the organizational adjustment and a person named Ma Jia was appointed as the customs chief, the customs has always been a department with a weak presence among the travelers. For a long time, the General Administration of Customs only had a vest and an indigenous customs officer at his disposal.
Ma Jia painfully felt that he had no work at all for this loud-sounding customs office. First, travelers do not need to pay export taxes and import taxes on their imported and exported goods, and they do not need to pay tonnage taxes on ships entering and leaving the country. The Ministry of Maritime Power is the dominant force in the nearby waters, so there is no need to ask fishermen to pay. As for the few businessmen who come to Gao to do business,
In order to encourage them to engage in high transactions, the commerce department has adopted a tax-free policy. Moreover, most of these businessmen are small traders and have little profit to speak of. Ma Jia looked at the "Customs Law" and "Customs Rates" he had written and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.
The person who is as depressed as him is Fu Paiwen. Yes, it is Fu Paiwen, the inspector of the Bobu Inspection Department who fled into the county after Japan last year. This ninth-level military attaché now has no shame in staying in the county. Wu Xian, who was quite disgusted with him, urged him, but Fu Chengwen did not dare to disobey. I don't want to just lose my cry and join the artillery. After careful consideration, he was forced to return to Bopu.
The "jing thieves" were generous and expressed their heartfelt welcome to his arrival. The return of the inspection department to Bopu was part of a private agreement between the two parties. The Crossing Group abided by the treaty and returned the house of the Inspection Department to him. Even the glass windows installed inside were not removed. Although the electric light was gone, they still generously provided him with a biogas lamp.
Even his formation of twelve archers was returned to him. Of course, "return" must be in quotation marks. The time traveler prepared a team of twelve people for him. These twelve people were fully qualified. I don’t know, but they are all people selected by the Time Travel Group, and they essentially serve the vest. This team moved into the Inspection Department grandly and received the wages from the Inspection Department. Fu Paiwen was also very wise and did not give any orders.
So the Customs and Daming Inspection Department of the Cross-Travel Group co-existed in one place, almost like two brands and one team. All the travelers' current actions of collecting taxes and interrogating passengers are still in the name of the Bopu Inspection Department. Fu Paiwen is a bit like the full-time leader of some units, only signing signatures and not doing routine work.
Fu Paiwen knew his status very well, he was just an empty sign. Moreover, everyone around you is an enemy of the country. Even in the county town, it is not necessarily safe. Especially when he went home to visit relatives recently, he saw with his own eyes the boxes hanging in two rows on the road at the entrance of the county town. These names are more or less familiar to the people of Lingao. They used to make children afraid to cry. The figures in the county who closed the city gates now have their heads in wooden cages and hung neatly on wooden poles, grinning. Let the crows gnaw at you.
This group of thieves can even wipe out the toughest bandits, let alone a small county town. Fu Paiwen simply came to be a gentle person. He did nothing after getting up every morning, just drinking tea, practicing swordplay, reading books, and reading newspapers brought by fashionable thieves. For meals, go to the cafeteria of Bopu
The food here is quite good, and there is a supply of fine wine from time to time, which is much better than the shabby houses in the county. He also got used to smoking cigarettes that were convenient for him, and gave up the early cigarette sticks that he had to clean from time to time.
For this reason, he asked his family to exchange the monthly salary he received for part of the Lingao food coupons for consumption. Unknowingly, this kind of consumption is getting bigger and bigger, and the meager salary is gradually running out. At this time, Ma Jia will quietly send him some circulation coupons. Fu Paiwen just accepted it with a smile. It was an official rule to accept money anyway.
Wat Jia seemed bored. In addition to working on his various fish customs regulations and writing maritime law provisions, he would also sit in the inspection department of Fu Pai Wen from time to time. This was also his task, to monitor the people who were traveling through the group. The key parts of the Ming Dynasty are small officials.
On this day, Ma Jia and Fu Paiwen were playing chess. Halfway through the game, a customs officer broke in:
"Mr. Guanzhang! The goods have arrived."
"Goods have arrived?!" Ma Jia stood up suddenly. The so-called goods have arrived, which means that a large amount of taxable goods has arrived at Yibopu Customs for the first time.
"No tax exemption certificate?"
"No one has ever asked the person on board Guangjia. The owner of the goods is the shopkeeper of Runshitang in this county. He got this batch of goods from Foshan. They are worth my money. They are all medicinal materials."
"Don't panic," Ma Jia ordered, "Tell Ji An to wait for me on the dock."
Ji An was recently promoted from among the ordinary people who traveled through time. He has worked as a customs declarer for ten years and is very familiar with the import and export commodity supervision process. He is much more professional than someone who talks about maritime law.
"Old Fu, I went to say hello to him and rushed to the dock. Ji An has already arrived.
"How about it?"
"This needs to be valued." Ji An said, "Let's check the tax rate table.
"Just ask him the value of the goods." The vest gave him a headache when he heard that the valuation was nothing more than a poor product manual. There are everything in the book, but the problem is that no one can identify this medicinal material."
"There is no ticket here, how can we confirm the authenticity." Ji Anzheng said, and Liu San, who had already passed the customs checkpoint, ran back.
"What's going on here?"
"Collect import tax" Ma Jia was quite excited, "Finally, bulk goods can be imported."
"This is a pharmaceutical raw material from the Ministry of Health!" Liu San almost jumped up, "Does this also have to be taxed?"
"No way. If the supplies are imported from the Ministry of Health, there should be a notice from the Ministry of Health. Besides, this batch of morning supplies is obviously from Runshitang." Said the vest.
"The value of the goods is quite large." Ji An looked at the stack list, "The tax rate for Chinese medicinal materials is divided into three levels. The highest tax rate is for ginseng, deer root and the like."
"Have you made a mistake?" Liu San thought that the Ministry of Health's business had just opened, and the customs would come to collect taxes? He would never agree to this. ! ~!
