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Inside the government office.
Jiang Yan flipped through the closing documents in his hand quite depressedly.
This was Su Rui's final list of prisoners after he stayed in Jinling for a month, followed the Ye family's case, caught the killers in Sangen Pavilion, and pulled out a bunch of clues.
"It is said that poverty breeds treachery and wealth breeds conscience. These people are not poor either. Why do they do so many evil things?"
While feeling sorry for the victims, Jiang Yan became even more depressed when he saw many familiar names on the list.
Many of them were well-known local business gentry, and he had met them several times at various chambers of commerce.
If he had known that these people had committed so many crimes, he should have investigated them earlier.
What's good now is that everything confiscated from the house was confiscated directly, paid and sent to the capital. Even the shops under his name were disposed of at a low price and converted into cash. This did not leave any benefit to the Jinling Mansion. Instead, it had to resettle those who had nothing to do. Worker.
Thinking again that these business gentry had not yet paid their due annual taxes, Jiang Yan's eyebrows twisted into the character "Sichuan".
Ping'an wine has been sold a lot recently, but the tax is not collected by the government, but goes directly to Tianting, and is calculated on Princess Xian's head.
Disaster.
It's difficult.
Jiang Yan looked through what Su Rui left for him again. He was even more confused about the appointment list of new officials in Jinling County.
He is not good at taxation, and he plans to take advantage of this time when many officials are dismissed and there are job transfers, and he will give away his position as the chief historian of Jiangnan Province to others.
As a result, Suri told him that this position must be his.
Jiang Yan still hasn't seen what contribution he can make to the taxation of Jiangnan Road.
"Master, master..."
Jiang Yang shouted several times, but his master just looked at the document and sighed, smiled apologetically at the distinguished guest who had been standing in the hall for a long time, and gently pushed Jiang Yan's arm.
Jiang Yan was holding an unknown fire in his heart, but it broke out from nowhere. His thoughts were suddenly disrupted, and he stood up suddenly, his eyebrows raised.
"Why are you calling me?!"
"Master, Mr. Ning is here."
Jiang Yang gestured to Ning Wuyan in the hall.
Jiang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked down quickly, forcing a forced smile: "What kind of wind brought Mr. Ning here today?"
He looked at the government servant standing at the door again and raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Ning is here, why didn't anyone inform me?"
As soon as these words came out, the yamen servant also turned into a bitter-faced person, like a mute eating Coptis chinensis and expressing his suffering.
"Isn't that what you said, sir? Don't you need to announce Mr. Ning's arrival?"
The river beside him was muttering in a moderate voice.
The yamen servant immediately nodded his head, which made Jiang Yan, who had not yet recovered his thoughts, smile awkwardly and said to the yamen servant, "I have wronged you. Okay, you have stood here long enough, go and take a drink of water."
Jiang Yan didn't know why Ning Wuyou came, but when he saw Yunfei behind him carrying a box, he knew that he was definitely going to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason.
Wait until the Yamen servant leaves.
Ning Wuyan directly asked Yunfei to move the box into the middle of the lobby and put it down, and then he went straight to the point.
"Master Jiang, I'm here to pay taxes today."
"I'm here to pay taxes...what? Pay taxes?"
Jiang Yan was worried that he had stood up too hard and was a little dizzy, so he could not understand what Mr. Ning's words meant.
Wasn't the quarterly tax paid just last month?
Why pay taxes again?
"Mr. Ning has not opened branches in other state capitals and does not intend to resell perfume. In this case, he only needs to pay the quarterly tax once, and there is no need to pay other aisle taxes."
Jiang Yan thought that Ning Wuchang didn't understand the tax laws and his trip was in vain.
Ning Wuchang did not explain, but opened the box and handed two thick stacks of general ledgers and two randomly selected ledger books into Jiang Yan's hands.
"This is the income general ledger of the perfume shop and ice making workshop in July, as well as detailed accounts."
So much? !
Jiang Yan was surprised.
He remembered that the perfume shop did not open pre-sales in July, but only sold out a hundred bottles a day. Why was there so much money in the account?
Open the general ledger and take a look.
The first page contains the daily accounts for ten days. Sure enough, there are one hundred bottles a day.
The same goes for the right side of the second page, one line for one day.
But when he saw the page on the left, Jiang Yan's eyes widened.
The Ning Family has opened so many branches all over Jiangnan Province?
And there are actually so many pre-sales in various places?
Fifty taels a bottle is not fifty cents a bottle. Do those dignitaries plan to drink perfume as plain water?
An account book for a perfume shop.
Two pages were used in the first twenty-five days, and a thick book was used in the remaining five days.
Ning Wuyan was standing next to him, so naturally Jiang Yan would not read through the pages carefully, but would directly turn to the end to check the total number.
He suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"Mr. Ning can now be called the richest man in Jinling, right?"
More than three million taels of perfume are sold in a month. What is the concept?
In addition, those branches sell a hundred bottles a day, and hundreds of thousands of taels of silver must be recorded in the account every day.
"What Jinling said is almost the same. After all, after the Ye family is gone, the only one left is the Yuan family. But the Yuan family pays taxes in Wuhu. In terms of taxes and fees, I may be the richest man in Jinling, but in terms of qualifications and accumulation, I am still not there. to this achievement.”
Ning Wuhao tells the truth.
Regardless of how much he earns, he also has a lot of expenses.
The remaining 800,000 taels of silver that Zhu Xu gave him yesterday still had to be bought for wine, flowers, labor, and the escort team responsible for the transportation.
Although this point can be completed by hiring someone from San Geng Pavilion. Zheng Lin's escort agency is newly opened and the price can be more affordable.
But his stall was too big, so the consumption was naturally high.
"Mr. Ning, I think doing business is not based on qualifications, but on ability. As for accumulation... I know just by looking at these accounts that Mr. Ning will definitely be the richest man in Jinling within a year."
For the first time, Jiang Yan truly understood why the Ye family had become one of the three wealthy businessmen in Jinling within two or three years just by relying on the stolen incense prescriptions.
The money of the dignitaries is really easy to make.
With the surprise from the perfume shop and looking at the income from the ice-making workshop, Jiang Yan felt much calmer and less excited.
After turning a few pages and seeing the final ledger directly, I couldn't help but take another breath of air.
“It’s been a month since the third solstice, why is there still someone buying so many ice cubes?”
Two million taels, which is not much less than the price of perfume.
no no.
It was still much less, but Jiang Yanguang looked at the numbers on the account and felt that a million taels was a bit numb to him.
"Who knows, I heard from the manager in charge that many of the people who made reservations for ice are from Lingnan or further south. There are also some merchants from Central China. They may be following suit."
"Anyway, if they dare to pay, I will make ice. However, compared to perfume shops, this ice-making workshop is not very profitable, and transportation is also troublesome. Local merchants who are too far away do not dare to accept orders, so If you pay taxes, you will pay less.”
Less?
Jiang Yan was dragging two thick books of daily general accounts in his hands, and his mood was very complicated at this time.
