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Chapter 877 - Chapter 877 Chapter 877 The Frustrated Xiang Song

Chapter 877: Chapter 877: The Frustrated Xiang Song Chapter 877: Chapter 877: The Frustrated Xiang Song I have to say, Feng Jun’s awareness of paying taxes has always been relatively weak.

Everyone knows paying taxes is as certain as the sun rising, but paying taxes in Huaxia… it’s better left unsaid for the sake of harmony.

Anyway, when you watch foreign films and TV shows, at least there will be someone saying, “We taxpayers blah blah blah,” but if someone talks like that in Huaxia, it’s nothing short of a joke.

Certainly, Feng Jun had his own set of reasons for not paying taxes on his jade sales, ones that let him sleep at night. Let’s not even mention that if he did pay taxes, his terrifyingly huge cash flow would attract unwanted attention.

For the Three Lifetimes Winery Company, registered under Ye Qingyi, he had his own logic regarding taxes–the Funiu region was full of small wineries, and they usually just paid a fixed management fee. If the winery was in a village, they might not even pay that.

Three Lifetimes Winery was fairly official, but without a well-known brand, and without any advertising in any media, the company was only a bit better than a small workshop.

As for Three Lifetimes Wine and Three Lifetimes Vintage Wine, they were just OEM products made for others’ brands.

Of course, while each bottle of wine made a profit of ten yuan, the tax bureau would take its share, and the company would just pay the usual amount, even including sales tax–it didn’t really matter.

So he thought it was fine if the tax bureau came to inspect, but looking into the sales targets, that was just nonsense.

Strictly speaking, the tax bureau’s actions had legal justification, but please, with any legal justification, you can’t ignore the local customs–the whole of Funiu Province didn’t have such rules!

Three Lifetimes Winery hadn’t done any advertisements in the media, hadn’t used any of the sales channels you’d expect for alcohol, and hadn’t a single openly listed retail terminal in all of Huaxia–so why was someone targeting them?

That’s why someone was definitely causing trouble.

Gao Qiang didn’t know who was meddling, “CEO Ye wouldn’t say over the phone… Right now in the manor, there’s enough stock to meet Director Guan’s needs, but I guess I should go and take a look.”

“Then I’ll have to trouble you, Daoist Gao,” Guan Shanyue said with a smile, nodding, “I’m not in a hurry to leave. You bring back more stock, and I’ll feel more secure when I pick it up.”

This time Gao Qiang didn’t call Zhang Caixin to transport the goods–Feng Jing had arranged a transfer at work and now just occasionally dropped by her new office, so it was easier to meet her in the city.

Half an hour later, Gao Qiang called and said he’d run into the tax officials at the spot, who said they were going to temporarily seal up the distillery.

To Gao Qiang’s surprise, he heard that the person behind it all was from the capital, with the surname Dou!

Feng Jun didn’t know that Young Master Dou saw Three Lifetimes Winery and Luohua Manor as two separate issues. In theory, with his abilities, a little investigation would’ve gotten him the relevant information–for example, that Boss Zhang might not be able to withstand the pressure.

But Young Master Dou was far too confident and couldn’t be bothered to investigate–he thought, “I’ll deal with you first, and when you can’t take it anymore, you’ll come to me. Then, why wouldn’t I be able to ask whatever I want?”

A powerful dragon crossing the river should act like one. Otherwise, how could he intimidate the small-timers and have them willingly hand over their profits?

So, Young Master Dou took direct action, but Feng Jun got angry and dialed the mayor’s number, “Mayor Xiang, what’s this, it’s never-ending, is it?”

Mayor Xiang was a bit confused–what problem had cropped up now? But he was busy hosting a visiting higher-up and didn’t dare to say much. After asking a couple of questions and getting no clear response, he said, “I’ll contact you back later, I’m quite busy right now.”

Feng Jun hung up with a dark expression on his face. Feng Tianyang, seeing this, asked, “What trouble are you running into, family head? I still have some connections in the capital.”

Feng Jun didn’t really expect much from him and asked, “Do you know anyone from a certain university?”

Coincidentally, Feng Tianyang did know someone at that university–an elderly professor, over eighty years old, with deep knowledge in Chinese classics, who greatly respected Daoist culture and had a good relationship with the old master from Mount Taibai, having enjoyed several rounds of Inquiry Tea together.

In recent years, Master Feng had also sent some Inquiry Tea there–not from the three Ancient Tea Trees, but definitely grown on mountaintop soil, not the bogus stuff bought from outside.

Anyway, they had a sort of connection. Feng Tianyang made a call and said, “One of my younger kin wants to apply to your school, but I’ve heard rumors about drug use and HIV at your school, which seems to have been covered up by the administration–what’s going on?”

The old professor had heard about it, too, and replied, “Don’t listen to those rumors. Since it’s your junior, just go ahead and apply. I won’t give the kid any special treatment with the authorities, but as long as he gets in and I’m alive, he won’t be bullied.”

“I think it’s better to forget it,” said Feng Tianyang, who was not lacking in shrewdness. There was a hint of hesitation as he continued, “It’s a girl, and she loves Chinese classical studies, but the vibe I get from your school… it’s not very safe.”

He was planning to keep selling this idea when the old professor on the other end got agitated, “Dammit, the school leaders nowadays, one worse than the other… I’m going to have a word with them!”

Quickly, Mayor Xiang received another call from his son. “Dad, I want to transfer schools. Some Professor Jin came to my classroom and cursed at me, calling me the school’s shame. All my classmates were laughing at me.”

“Fucking hell,” upon hearing this, Mayor Xiang’s patience reached its limit. Just as the leaders were getting briefed by someone else, he stepped aside to call Feng Jun. “Feng Jun, what the hell is going on? Speak frankly. Bullying my son, what kind of skill is that?”

“I’d love to speak frankly to you too,” Feng Jun’s attitude was even worse than his. “If you’ve got the guts, come at me directly. Skulking around supporting those surnamed Dou, do you think I’m easy to bully?”

Mayor Xiang felt more wronged than Dou Er himself. “Believe it or not, I only have this to say… I haven’t supported him! After visiting your place, I haven’t even answered his calls!”

Feng Jun wasn’t going to believe that. He saw through these matters, but he didn’t mind pointing it out bluntly, positioning himself on a moral high ground, “The tax investigation into Sansheng Liquor in Zhengyang, that was Dou’s idea, wasn’t it?”

“Sansheng Liquor…” Mayor Xiang hesitated for a moment. He knew that Young Master Dou had recently been in Zhengyang, stirring up some trouble, but he didn’t care to get involved–having decided to support Luohua Manor, should he not allow others to find other business to do?

He had no impression of Sansheng Liquor–not the slightest. The brand had never appeared locally in Zhengyang, but he vaguely remembered that Young Master Dou seemed to have some plans for a certain liquor company in Zhengyang City.

So after thinking for a while, he asked, “Has this enterprise got anything to do with you?”

To Feng Jun, his question sounded like feigning ignorance, and Feng Jun scoffed coldly. “Oh, you didn’t know? Then forget about this call… Let’s not talk about the previous agreement either.”

“Wait, don’t,” Mayor Xiang cried out anxiously, “Can’t we have a proper conversation? It really wasn’t my doing… Can you give me half an hour to find out what’s going on, okay?”

Half an hour wasn’t long, but Mayor Xiang had already learned quite a bit. So he called Feng Jun again, “This is the Dou Family’s own move, and Sansheng Liquor has an issue with consumption tax.”

But Feng Jun wasn’t buying this excuse. Having studied business administration, he knew what the other party said was theoretically correct, yet he had been battling it out in society for many years, so he just laughed, “Can’t you handle it?”

Mayor Xiang’s reply was dry, devoid of any emotion.

Feng Jun chuckled lightly. “I don’t understand these things, I’m just an outsider, a layman. I just want to ask you one thing… You can’t handle this matter, can you?”

“Stop, I can handle it,” Mayor Xiang was truly fed up in his heart, but what could he do?

His only doubt was, “What’s your connection to that Sansheng Liquor?”

Half an hour wasn’t enough time to understand all the secrets behind Sansheng Liquor.

Go ahead and pretend! Feng Jun sneered inwardly. Since the other party was willing to feign ignorance, it indicated a willingness to resolve the issue.

So he replied calmly, “That’s my friend’s business!”

Mayor Xiang felt relieved to hear this answer. He had suspected that Feng Jun was set on indiscriminately attacking all the projects chosen by the Dou Family, but it seemed this fellow ran amok for a reason.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun briefed Guan Shanyue and Feng Tianyang on the situation–both of them knew that he was the real owner of Sansheng Liquor, so there was no need for secrecy.

But Ren Zhixiang, who had been listening in on the side, spoke up again. “Master Feng, this trouble-making Dou Family, are they from the capital?”

Feng Jun looked at him in surprise and nodded slightly. “That’s right, he’s not developing in the capital but runs to Zhengyang to cause trouble… I have an old grudge against this guy, I’ve tolerated him for a long time, and he dares to provoke me again.”

Feng Tianyang blinked his eyes, “This guy really has a death wish. If it was me instead of you, Master Feng… hmph.”

That was no empty talk; he was well aware of Feng Jun’s capabilities. Not to mention the combat strength that could crush Kunlun, just the Spirit Plant shepherd, Hua Hua, was a Qi Refinement Realm Spirit Insect that could silently take out someone like Young Master Dou.

Of course, Feng Jun also knew that Hua Hua alone was sufficient, and he could also create an alibi proving his absence from the scene.

But it really shouldn’t be done that way. He didn’t want Hua Hua to take the initiative in harming humans, not because he feared reprisal, but because he didn’t want it to develop such a bad habit.

Ren Zhixiang, observing carefully, spoke up again, “This Young Master Dou seems to have some issues with the Wen Family. A few years back when I was doing business in Modu, I heard he had suffered a setback at the hands of Wen Family’s Crown Prince.”

Feng Jun looked at him with interest. “Oh, then what happened? Continue.”

“I think, Master Feng, you don’t want to confront him openly,” Ren Zhixiang began with his guess and, seeing no objection from Feng Jun, smiled and said, “I wonder if it’s possible to stir them up even more?”

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