Mixed in the last days as a salted fish

"Inheritance tax? Isn't there no inheritance tax in our country?" Zhang Guoji asked doubtfully.

If there was an inheritance tax, their family would have lost at least half of their property when they separated two years ago.

Zhang Hao patiently explained: "Not now, it doesn't mean there won't be in the future. The financial gap is getting bigger and bigger. The inheritance tax is a matter of time. You must not take chances."

If it were not for the fear of capital flowing to Europe, the mainland would have already levied an inheritance tax. After all, a large number of wealthy people have died in the past ten years.

"Dad, did you hear something?"

Zhang Guoji asked casually.

The collection of inheritance tax is definitely a big deal, especially for their family and their relatives and friends, it is an unavoidable reality.

"Don't go out and talk nonsense. The taxation department started the relevant research a few years ago. If there is no accident, it will definitely be fully implemented within three to five years."

Zhang Hao introduced softly.

"Dad, you guys are too optimistic. What if the rich people get the news in advance and run away collectively? Wouldn't it be a waste of time to fetch water from the bamboo basket?"

Zhang Guoji raised a small question.

"Run? Where are you going?" Zhang Hao said domineeringly, "Before the end of the year at the earliest, the Federation will usher in a new wave of tax reform. At that time, the tax policy will be unified throughout the Federation, and the tax rate will completely solve the long-standing problem." question."

"Tax reform? What does the central government want to do?"

Zhang Guoji couldn't help asking curiously.

"It's okay to tell you that this tax reform has two main goals. One is to unify the tax policies of the major regions as I just said, laying a solid foundation for the establishment of a unified federal market; the other is to focus on the reform of the tax sharing system. Substantial increase in central fiscal revenue..."

"Tax-sharing system? Can Europeans agree?"

Zhang Guoji couldn't help worrying.

The other regions are easy to say, and they are basically unable to fight against the central government, but the Europa people are different. They control the two continents of Europe and Africa, and their strength must not be underestimated.

Zhang Hao wanted to cultivate his eldest son's political literacy, so he bluntly said:
"Don't worry, the central government will definitely not force it. In fact, no matter what differences there are, they can be resolved through negotiations. It is nothing more than an exchange of interests.

Since you plan to enter politics, you must remember that politics is not about submission, but about compromise, and compromise is the basic connotation of politics. "

"Compromise? But..."

"Don't rush to refute. This kind of thing cannot be taught by others. It needs to be experienced by yourself. It is through traveling for more than two years that I have slowly figured out this truth."

Zhang Hao interrupted directly.

"Okay, Dad, I'll keep that in mind."

Zhang Guoji said thoughtfully.

"Okay, let's stop here! When I come back, we father and son will continue talking."

"Dad, how long will you have?"

"It's coming soon. I'll be back probably on Thursday or Friday." Zhang Hao replied.

"Really? We will ask for leave to pick you up then."

Zhang Guoji said happily.

"No, no, you two try to focus on your studies as much as possible, so you don't need to ask for leave. Besides, Dean Fan must have arranged a grand welcome event. When you come, you can't say a few words to me. It's better to wait for me to go on vacation. Let's Let's get together as a family."

Zhang Hao exhorted.

This time it took him more than two years to leave, and he would have a slightly longer vacation due to emotion and reason.

"OK then!"

Zhang Guoji could only give up the idea of ​​asking for leave.

……

On June 6, "Navy One" finally returned to its home port after being away for more than two years.

When Zhang Hao appeared at the gangway, there was a burst of cheers from the port, and Fan Zhenxiang led a group of high-level officials to greet him personally at the bottom of the gangway.

Yang Huaqing was also among them, and she was holding her little daughter Guoguo in her arms. The morning in June was still a bit cold, and the little one was wrapped tightly.

"Consul, welcome home, it's been a hard trip." Fan Zhenxiang smiled all over his face.

As soon as Zhang Hao grasped the hand extended by the other party, he shook his head with a smile: "It's nothing to work hard, I'm afraid that if the work is not done well, it will disappoint the trust of the big guy."

"Haha, you're being modest, aren't you? To be honest, Lao Zhang, your trip has achieved remarkable results. It has not only strengthened the connection between the central and local governments, but also promoted economic exchanges and cooperation. It is of extraordinary significance."

Fan Zhenxiang is very face-saving.

Zhang Hao replied: "As long as it works!"

Then, as usual, he shook hands with everyone around him one by one, and finally came to his wife.

The couple have only separated for more than half a year, but they are not as excited as expected.

Yang Huaqing pointed at her husband and asked her youngest daughter:
"Guoguo, look who this is?"

Probably because of the difference between the video and the real meeting, the little guy really showed the appearance of seeing a stranger, and shyly arched into his mother's arms.

Zhang Hao immediately stretched out his hands towards his little daughter.

Yang Huaqing hurriedly handed her daughter into her husband's arms, and at the same time introduced with a smile:
"This is dad! Did Guoguo forget?"

"Baba?"

Guoguo subconsciously repeated it.

The little guy was taught very well by the foster center. Although he was a little scared, he didn't cry out.

Zhang Hao hugged his little daughter tightly and was so moved. When he left, Guoguo couldn't speak yet. He didn't expect that she had grown so big in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, he felt a little guilty that he didn't accompany the little guy to learn to speak and walk...

Missing many firsts in my daughter's life is a regret that can never be made up for.

Everyone at the scene, seeing such a warm scene, applauded very cooperatively.

Fan Zhenxiang smiled and persuaded: "Old Zhang, don't wait any longer. Take Guoguo back to the consul's residence quickly! Don't worry about work matters. It's not too late to talk about it in two days."

"Okay, then I won't shirk."

Zhang Hao nodded with a smile.

"That's right. Consuls are human beings, and they have wives and children to accompany them. You have been away for so long. After the handover is over, you must take a good vacation."

"Not only me, but everyone else in the inspection team also needs a good rest." Zhang Hao hurriedly added, and then sighed deeply: "It's really inconvenient without a plane."

"I have some good news for you. The electric aircraft project has developed rapidly in the past two years. I believe that in a few years, we will be able to board an electric airliner. It will be much more convenient to travel by then."

Fan Zhenxiang took the opportunity to deliver a piece of good news.

Zhang Hao was overjoyed immediately: "Really? This is really good news."

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for this matter. If you hadn't reminded me at the beginning, the road to civilian use of electric aircraft would probably have to wait for several years."

Fan Zhenxiang nodded slightly.

"I didn't expect it to develop so fast! I just mentioned it casually at the beginning, and the main credit goes to you, Lao Fan." Zhang Hao said modestly.

At the same time, he quickly remembered.

During his investigation in Japan two years ago, he tried to help the scientific research station obtain several electric helicopters from the military, and later introduced a series of special support plans, which really helped a lot.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, hurry up and get in the car! Look at Guoguo, her little face is turning red from the cold."

Fan Zhenxiang waved his hand and urged.

Zhang Hao nodded with a smile, then strode towards the car with his daughter in his arms: "Guoguo, come home with Dad."

After a while, the entire port was deserted.

In the car, Zhang Hao played with his daughter for more than ten minutes, and asked his wife casually:
"How many days did you ask for leave for Guoguo?"

"One month." Yang Huaqing replied.

Zhang Hao nodded with satisfaction: "I will have about half a month to a month off here. Then I will try to spend more time with Guoguo at home. Alas... Guoguo doesn't even recognize me as a father."

Yang Huaqing's eyes lit up immediately, and she said happily:
"There is such a long vacation? I thought it was only a few days?"

Zhang Hao explained with a wry smile: "You also know that I, the consul, don't have much real power, and the one who is really in charge has to be Dean Fan, who is the real one who manages every day."

"Hmph, Dean Fan is not a good person. If he hadn't plotted against you, you wouldn't have to go out for so long."

Yang Huaqing couldn't help complaining.

"Cough..." Zhang Hao hurriedly coughed, "Okay, let's not talk about this, I have something to do in the afternoon and I can't leave, let's go back to Huicheng tomorrow morning."

"What's the matter? Didn't Dean Fan ask you to rest for two days? What? Your words don't count?"

"You misunderstood. I'm going to visit Mr. Ji in the afternoon to personally report to him about my work in the past two years." Zhang Hao explained quickly.

"Is it necessary? Didn't Mr. Ji retire?" Yang Huaqing was displeased.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and explained in a low voice: "As long as he doesn't die, he still has the final say on the Federation, and Lao Fan and I have to obediently obey."

"Hmph! It's true that 'you are a thief if you don't die when you are old'!"

Yang Huaqing muttered something.

"This is called respecting the old and loving the young, do you understand?" Zhang Hao glanced at the driver in front of him, and then immediately changed the subject: "By the way, where is Lao Xia? Why didn't you see anyone else just now?"

"Uncle Xia was sick, and the doctor didn't let him go out, so he didn't come." Yang Huaqing replied.

"Sick? Serious?"

Zhang Hao suddenly became nervous.

He now relies entirely on the other party to help him make suggestions, which is more important than his right and left arm, comparable to half of his brain.

Yang Huaqing wiped her daughter's nose while replying, "Fortunately, it's just a common cold, but Uncle Xia is getting old and recovering slowly."

"It's fine if it's not serious, so how about it, you can accompany me to the hospital to see Lao Xia later."

"Well, I have all the gifts ready."

……

Back at the governor's mansion, Zhang Hao cleaned up briefly, and then immediately took his wife and daughter to a nearby hospital.

Although the Consul's residence also has a medical room, they usually deal with emergencies. For common diseases such as colds, it is more appropriate to go to the hospital.

"Consul, when did you come back?"

Xia Congwen's mental state looks pretty good.

"I just came back from the port." Zhang Hao put the gift on the bedside table casually, and then asked concerned: "How is your body? When can I go to work?"

"Consul, how can I be a boss like you? I'm already an old man, so why can't I be allowed to rest for a few more days? Even a slave has sick leave, right?"

Xia Congwen couldn't help but tease.

Hearing this, Yang Huaqing quickly interjected, "Uncle Xia, Lao Zhang can't talk, you can rest as long as you want, don't listen to him."

Zhang Hao spread his hands, and said helplessly:
"I just came back, I don't know many things, and I can't do without Lao Xia."

"Consul, madam, I'm joking, do you two take it seriously? I've almost recovered from my illness, and I'll be discharged from the hospital in two days."

After Xia Congwen finished speaking, he waved to Guoguo:
"Guoguo, do you still remember Grandpa Xia?"

Guoguo goes home every weekend, and of course she knows Grandpa Xia. The little guy struggles to be hugged.

Yang Huaqing hurriedly handed over her little daughter.

Xia Congwen waved his hands again and again: "Don't come here, don't spread the cold to Guoguo."

"Uncle Xia, aren't you wearing a mask?"

"Wearing a mask is not 100% safe, it's better to be careful." Xia Congwen insisted.

"Okay! Let Guoguo spend more time with you when your cold is completely cured." Yang Huaqing reluctantly hugged her daughter back into her arms, and then changed the subject: "Uncle Xia, where is my aunt?"

"She thought the food in the hospital cafeteria was not good, so she went home to cook and brought it to me when it was ready."

Xia Congwen explained casually.

"Tsk, tsk, aunt is so kind to you!"

Yang Huaqing praised.

"Hey, we've been an old couple for decades. If your aunt isn't nice to me, who else can she be nice to?"

Xia Congwen said proudly.

On Zhang Hao's side, he glanced at his watch, and then gave his wife a wink.

After Yang Huaqing received it, he immediately said to Xia Congwen: "Uncle Xia, I will take Guoguo to the toilet and let Lao Zhang chat with you."

"Okay, hurry up! The toilet is at the end of the corridor."

Xia Congwen reminded me.

Yang Huaqing nodded, then left the ward with her little daughter in her arms.

Zhang Hao brought over a chair, sat directly beside the hospital bed, and said straight to the point: "Lao Xia, I'm going to see Mr. Ji this afternoon. Can you help me think about it, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"Consul, the fact that you immediately thought of visiting Mr. Ji shows that you are very clear-headed."

"Are you looking down on me too much? I'm not a young person who has just stepped out of society. I still know how to deal with the world. Stop talking nonsense and tell me something practical."

Zhang Hao urged.

Xia Congwen shook his head lightly: "That's not necessarily the case. To put it bluntly, people who can sit on the position of consul should be proud no matter how proud they are, but there are very few who can always maintain reason."

"Stop complimenting me, I am a puppet consul, different from others."

Zhang Hao waved his hand.

"What's the difference? Do you think that the previous consuls were all powerful people?

I can boldly tell you that Mr. Ji is the most powerful consul, and everyone else, including Roosevelt, is slightly inferior. "

Xia Congwen said meaningfully.

Zhang Hao lifted his spirits: "Lao Xia, what exactly do you want to say to me? There are no outsiders here, so why don't we just speak up if we have something to say?"

"Consul, what I want to say is that you don't have to keep the word puppet on your lips. Perhaps Mr. Ji did have this consideration at the beginning, but as time goes by, the situation has changed..."

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