Zhutian Trading Center Station

Chapter 115 The Snowman God Does Not Need to Pay Taxes

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In Han Xiao's small villa, he suddenly appeared in the study.

At this time, there was no more ice in the study.

After all, Han Xiao hasn't been back for several years.

At this time, Han Xiao only carried three eighth-rank magical artifacts, and he left the colorful sky-swallowing python and two amethyst-winged lion kings in Yunlan Mountain.

The earth does not have the energy of heaven and earth, so bringing monsters here is a waste of their training time.

"I don't know what happened to my Snowman Guild..."

Han Xiao came to the roof of the villa in a flash.

He came back from this trip with a few small goals.

One, make money!
That's right, even though Han Xiao now has 500 billion, he still wants to make money.

Moreover, he wants to advance the era of the earth and make society progress, so as to generate greater value for himself to squander.

But before that, Han Xiao is going to make a fortune first.

Two, go home and have a look
After obtaining the All Heavens Pass Qualification Certificate and becoming a member of the All Heavens Trading Central Station.

Han Xiao never went back to his hometown to have a look.

Although he is a child without a father and no mother, the land still belongs to him.

He has no home.

But he has a hometown...

Then Han Xiao swept his eyes, and the power of the soul condensed into a line, directly swept half of New York, and found the former subordinate.

They are said to be subordinates, but they are actually a group of puppets supported by Han Xiao.

However, in the next second, Han Xiao suddenly froze.

Because he saw his tombstone...

Swish! !

Han Xiao instantly disappeared on the roof and teleported to the cemetery.

He stood in front of his tombstone, speechless for a long time.

The tombstone is probably new, obviously it should have been erected less than a year ago.

On the black tombstone is engraved in English "Tomb of the Snowman Godfather", and there is a line of small characters beside it.

"Everything in the world, only money can live up to..."

Han Xiao touched his chin speechlessly, is he really so obvious?
The English meaning of this sentence is: Of all things in the world, only money can not live up to it.

Gan!Who wrote my epitaph? !
Doesn't that mean I'm a miser? !

Wait, I seem to be...

oh, that's ok...

Han Xiao reached out and touched the cold tombstone. There was a layer of dust on it. Obviously, no one had come to wipe it for several months. It seemed that his subordinates didn't respect his godfather's tombstone at all.

But this is also normal, after all, it is not related to each other.

What's more, in today's era, even real parents may not be respected and loved by their children.

Afterwards, Han Xiao turned his head to look at a church not far from the cemetery.

That's not the Church of God, that's the headquarters of the Yeti Guild.

But Han Xiao remembered that he didn't let them build a headquarters, it should be done later.

At this time, with a sweep of Han Xiao's soul power, he saw that all the former subordinates were in the headquarters.

Good guy, they are actually paying homage to Second Master Guan...

"Foreigners also believe in Second Master Guan?"

Han Xiao froze for a moment, and came to the church in a flash.

At this time, Tom, Jack, Ron, Haas, Bell, Hu Lai and other Han Xiao's former subordinates were bowing three times to the statue of Guan Erye.

In addition, there are many big men in black suits behind them.

But Han Xiao doesn't know these people anymore, he only knows those people he supported back then.

"Hey, Tom, is the Yeti Guild still mine?"

Han Xiao teleported directly in front of Tom, and asked with a smile.

The next second, Tom stared wide-eyed at Han Xiao who suddenly appeared, his face turned pale.

Although his face was already very white...

"Ghost!!"

……

In an instant, there was chaos in the church...

Half an hour later, all the bosses of the Snowman Guild squatted obediently in front of Han Xiao.

"Sorry, godfather, so you are not dead yet, we thought you had returned to the kingdom of heaven..."

Tom is a handsome uncle, and he is serving Han Xiao with a flattering smile at the moment.

"I'm not dead, are you very dissatisfied?"

Han Xiao sat on the chair, turned his head and said to Tom.

"How is it possible! Godfather, how can you say that about me!"

Tom retorted with a righteous face.

"Really, it seems that Tom is very loyal to me." Han Xiao patted Tom's shoulder with a smile and said, "Then what happened to my grave?"

"Don't worry about this, I'll deal with it right away!"

When Tom heard the words, his expression straightened, and he gave orders to his subordinates with a wave of his big hand, saying:

"Go, dig the godfather's grave for me!"

Are you special? !

Han Xiao's face froze, and he calmed down after squeezing his fist.

He had business to do when he came back, he didn't come here to be angry with his subordinates.

So, Han Xiao said to Tom and others: "Tell all members of the Snowman Guild, Snowmen, that your father is back!"

"Yes! Dad!"

"Yes! My father!"

"No problem! Dear Papa!"

Immediately, a group of bigwigs responded loudly.

Shortly after……

All Snowman Guild members throughout New York City have a message.

The dead snowman godfather is resurrected...

It is said that he crawled out of the grave, covered with red hair at the time, and later sucked the blood of dozens of young girls before regaining his youthful appearance.

"Is it really spreading rumors??"

In the office of the church, Han Xiao murmured in a daze.

His soul power monitored the members of the Snowman Guild the whole time, and then witnessed with his own eyes how a word could go astray after being passed around.

God sucked the blood of dozens of young girls...

Afterwards, Han Xiao looked at a map on the wall of the office.

That is the national map of the beautiful country, which records every territory and city in detail.

"Then let me make a fuss..."

Han Xiao grinned, showing a slightly excited smile.

Now, except for being hit by a nuclear bomb, no one in this world can hurt him.

……

One month later

The Yeti Guild rises with the wind and infects cities at an unimaginable speed.

Under the action of some kind of supernatural power, the darkness of the cities was taken over by the Snowman Guild, and countless underworld bosses were forced to surrender or join the Snowman Guild, which directly strengthened the union's strength.

As for those who chose to resist to the end, they were naturally frozen into ice slag, filled with containers and thrown into the depths of the sea.

Such are the horrific results of supernatural powers.

Conspiracy?

Doesn't exist, guys!

Han Xiao went straight all the way, who would dare to block the way and directly sink into the sea to feed fish and bacteria.

In just one month, Han Xiao directly controlled the dark world of the entire beautiful country, and all the underworld members joined the Snowman Guild and became a Snowman of the Snowman Guild.

After seeing Han Xiao's terrifying power, the Snowmen began to believe in Han Xiao crazily.

They think that Han Xiao is a god!
God of Snowmen!

Seeing this, Han Xiao made a high-profile announcement at a large group party directly and unceremoniously, saying:
"I am god!"

boom! !

In the next second, he directly swayed and shot out a streak of blue and white grudge, which exploded into countless snowflakes in the air.

Snowflakes fell, and a large river was frozen to ice.

Then, the members of the crazy snowman guild started skiing and skating while cheering.

After that, Han Xiao returned to the room with two stewardesses and nurses who admired him so much.

Tonight, take off and get an injection, both are right...

……

Since then, the dark world of the beautiful country has a collective belief.

God of Snowmen!

Even gangsters have to believe in God!
Otherwise, don't let me mix it up at all!
The Yeti Guild is very domineering, or rather crazy.

Those who believe in Han Xiao have already regarded Han Xiao as a real god!

They even compiled a set of scriptures.

One of them reads:

God is always right, and God is never wrong. If this is the case, then gods have come to play gangsters, so playing gangsters is the real justice!
Good guy, Han Xiao called out the talent on the spot after reading the teaching scriptures!
Such a talented person, quickly send him to the island country to preach!
As time goes by, the dark world of the beautiful country is getting more and more crazy!

There are more and more members in the Snowman Guild, and every city has a large number of members, ranging from a few thousand to hundreds of thousands, and the total number is too terrifying.

The appearance of the Snowman God seems to have turned on a certain taboo switch.

All the yetis believe in him, all the yetis worship him.

The industry of the Snowman Guild soon spread to every corner of the entire beautiful country.

Casinos, bars, butcher shops, auto shops, motorcycle shops, and even the catering industry, pharmaceutical industry, entertainment industry, arms production and sales...

Han Xiao often encourages the Snowmen to work hard to make money.

Because only in this way can we get the favor and attention of the snowman god who loves money.

Finally, on the first day of the month after Han Xiao came back, the officials of the beautiful country came to the door.

Han Xiao thought it was the FBI at first.

But what he never expected was that it was the IRS department.

That's right, before the agents arrived, the staff of the tax department came to the door first.

The reason is that the Snowman Guild did not pay the god tax.

Hearing the three words "god tax", Han Xiao was stunned.

To be a god and pay taxes?
Shit!

Why should I hand over my money to you? !
"Dear Snowman God, do you think you don't need to pay taxes to be a god?"

In the office, a handsome guy in a suit said harshly to Han Xiao: "In the beautiful country, you can do anything, but you have to pay taxes!"

"Oh, really……"

Han Xiao nodded, then flicked his fingers, and the boy instantly turned into an ice sculpture.

"Everyone heard it. He said that I can do anything. It's not my fault. I haven't heard this kind of request in half my life. It's really weird..."

Han Xiao shrugged his shoulders, leaned on the chair and waved his hand.

Immediately, the two little brothers at the side ran over to lift the ice sculpture on a stretcher, threw it down the office window, and shattered the ice.

Afterwards, Han Xiao came to the White House and built a [-]-meter-high snowman directly in front of the Presidential Building of the White House. The snowman's two arms each raised an international friendly gesture.

That night
The president of the beautiful country urgently called a meeting.

Soon after, a battle against the Yeti God began.

The huge cake, the president's rage, it's all a factor.

God of the Yeti, must pay taxes!
(End of this chapter)