Interstellar wasteland: I have a pristine planet

Chapter 65 Tax Collection
The man also held a kitchen knife in one hand and firewood in the other like Baimang, and the sawdust flew when he cut the knife.

The man sharpened it four or five times, then turned the blade upward and looked at the blade carefully.

"I really didn't expect that a kitchen knife is as sharp as cutting firewood like potatoes. Can this be considered a kitchen knife?"

"My kitchen knife is not only sharp, but also absolutely strong and resistant to making. Although the blade is relatively thin, the steel is definitely the best steel. You don't need to sharpen it once a year. It is definitely not a problem to use it for 35 years. That's why it is possible. Say it as a family heirloom."

"Haha! It's ridiculous to be a family heirloom. Who would use a kitchen knife as a family heirloom? How much is your kitchen knife?"

"No counter-offer at forty."

"Although the price is a bit more expensive, it's worth it. Leave one for me, and I'll take one back with me when I go home from Sanji. You can't bring a kitchen knife to the market, right?"

"Yes! But if someone else buys it, I will definitely sell it. I just brought thirty knives here, and I won't wait for you to collect them to buy them."

Who knows if you can really come back or fake it and buy it, if you buy it, of course it will be sold.

The shirtless man thought about it, and bought the kitchen knife with money. He came to the market today to buy a kitchen knife.

After his wife learned how to shop online, she bought several kitchen knives online for less than ten yuan.

These kitchen knives look attractive, but they are useless to use, and they can't be sharpened alone.

After his wife used these knives, she finally stopped trying to be cheap, so he asked him to buy an earthen kitchen knife in the last episode today.

Although the soil kitchen knife looks black and ugly, it is quite easy to use.

Bai Mang wrapped the kitchen knife in a cardboard box and handed it to the other party, repeatedly telling the other party to be careful.

A knife that is too sharp is also troublesome.

In any case, Baimang is considered to be open here.

There is a mentality of following the crowd and watching the excitement when buying things. Where there are too many people, go there to make do with it. If there are any goods to grab, no matter whether you need it or not, you will grab one, otherwise you will think you are at a disadvantage.

There are a lot of people with arrears of IQ in society, and the ratio is basically half and half of normal people.

A circle of people around Baimang will attract more spectators. Some people find that the kitchen knife seller has no contact with their purchase targets and leave. Of course, some people stay to watch the excitement.

Look at it twice, especially when you see a lot of people buying it, some people just pay for it.

Anyway, a kitchen knife is a must-have item at home, and it's nothing to buy an extra one.

It was in this situation that Baimang sold more than a dozen knives in a blink of an eye.

The flow of people in the rural market comes in waves and cannot last for a long time. After this wave of people passed by, Bai Mang counted thirteen kitchen knives left.

When Baimang was counting the kitchen knives with his head down, two young men passed by his stall, and a small pink ticket landed on Baimang's stall.

"A management fee, five yuan!"

Bai Mang looked up, and unexpectedly saw Ni Qiang's unbeaten face.

"It's you?"

Loach obviously recognized Baimang, and tore up another green ticket.

"Fifteen! Give me the money!"

There are taxes collected in rural fairs, which are called rural fair management fees.

Now this kind of tax is still less. In the past, there were three kinds of fees: national tax, local tax and management fee, but now only the management fee is left.

In the eighties and 90s, the market charges were ten cents and two cents, then fifty cents, one yuan, two yuan.

Now it has risen to five yuan.

The management fees of the market are basically outsourced, and there are basically few good people who can contract such errands.

It's either a powerful local person, or it's contracted by a local bastard.

"Sea anemone! Why do you still watch people order dishes? You charge me 15 yuan for what I sell?"

"Who cares about an anemone?"

"Isn't your name a sea anemone?" The local popular name of the sea anemone is Fahaiguyanzi.

No matter how Baimang looks at the loach, it looks like a sea urchin.

"My name is Loach! No matter what you sell, as long as you sell it, you have to pay taxes."

"Then why do you charge me a tax of 15 yuan? Did my money come from the sea tide or the strong wind."

"Just charge you 15 yuan in taxes, and you can sue wherever you like."

"Your act of charging indiscriminately, I have the right to refuse."

"Does that mean you won't pay?"

"you are right."

"We can report it to the police station. If you refuse to pay the national tax, the police station will use the name of tax resistance."

"Don't talk about legal issues with me. At best, you are outsourcers who contract taxation. Don't act like a national tax officer. Besides, the management fee is only the tax of the local township. What are you talking about national tax? The national tax will come A little money for a rural market?"

Now even store sales are not taxed, will the city collect such trivial taxes?Aren't you just here to bluff?

"Don't be poor! Pay the money quickly!"

"No!" Bai Mang replied simply.

"Don't hand it over, right?" Loach bent down and picked up two kitchen knives.

"It's like paying taxes."

"Wait a minute! How much does one kitchen knife cost me, and you take me two kitchen knives? If you ask me for 85, it will be considered that I have paid taxes."

"Hold the grass! How much is a kitchen knife, let me find you 85? No matter how much your goods are worth, it is directly equal to the amount of tax payable."

"Does that mean it was robbed? Let 110 judge this to see if it counts as robbery?"

Bai Mang took out his cell phone and was about to call the police.

These bastards don't look like they usually have five people and six people. They actually have a natural fear of the police from the bottom of their hearts, and no one is clean.

Even if there are no major cases, there are still trivial cases all over the place.

It's fine if the police don't look for them, there's no reason to take the initiative to provoke the police.

Seeing that Baimang was really going to make a call, Niach put the two kitchen knives back on the stall.

"Then you pay five yuan."

It's over so early!

In fact, five dollars is a lot.

The money that should be paid, Baimang still unambiguously, took out five yuan to pay the management fee.

"The surname is Bai! You are cruel!"

Before leaving, Niqiu said a harsh word.

Not long after Niach left, Yao Yue found Baimang's stall after delivering the fruit.

"Those fruit sellers don't think your delivery is late?"

The market should deliver goods early, and it is already eight o'clock, which is already a bit late.

"It's all at this time, I won't go crazy with them before dawn."

Yaoyue is a girl's family, so naturally she won't give them fruits before dawn, safety must be guaranteed.

"When did you get so many kitchen knives?"

"This has to be kept secret."

"Alas! Do you want to sell one?"

"I've already sold seventeen kitchen knives, and I estimate that they will be sold out by 09:30. I'm going to go to the city when they're all sold out."

"Can I follow?"

"I'm going to buy three wheels, what are you doing with me?"

Guo Xiangui has already learned the three-wheel ticket for three days, and he will be back in a few days. He has to buy the car in advance, so that he can get familiar with it, so as not to be in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)