Such a strong and unceremonious knock on the door naturally attracted the attention of the people in the house. Someone came over immediately, shouting as they walked: "Who is it?"

After saying that, he opened the small window and saw the expressionless Chiba Cheng, saying: "Open the door and inspect the tax."

"Taxation?" The person who came was obviously stunned for a moment, blinked, and obviously didn't react.

"According to the investigation, you have not paid any tax. Now you will be questioned in detail. Please open the door immediately, otherwise it will be regarded as a confrontation with the investigation.

Also, have you set up a factory?

Do you have a registration license and tax registration?

What is the main business?

..."

A series of questions came out smoothly from Qianye Cheng's mouth, and the person opposite him was stunned for a while, his eyes were open, but they were about to turn into a whirlpool, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't say a word.

"I... that... we..."

"Why don't you open the door yet? Then I'll call for backup. I won't be the only one who comes by then, but..."

Before Chiba Cheng finished his warning, through the gap in the small window on the door, he saw another middle-aged man with blue-dyed hair running out of the room, with a smile on his face, and the sound came before the person arrived.

Already heard: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he... is sleepy. Open the door now. Open the door now. Come on, open the door."

"Ah...oh!" The short man, whose head was so bald that he was almost turned into a stewed egg, quickly opened the door and let Chiba Cheng walk in. He quickly glanced at the scene inside the door.

The courtyard is very large, and there is no problem parking several semi-trailers side by side. There are several large iron cans placed against the wall, with a height and diameter of five or six meters, connected by thigh-thick pipes, all the way to the iron sheet.

Inside a house that is thirty or forty meters long with a shed roof.

There are dozens of large boxes placed in the yard. The wooden frames and cardboard boxes protect the contents. You can't see what they are, but judging from the size of the computer case, they probably aren't heavy objects.

"What do you do?" Chiba Cheng asked bluntly, opening the notebook in his hand, holding a newly purchased black pen, and pretending to record it.

"Uh..." The bald man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the blue-haired man who was closing the door. After the man closed the door, he came over with a smile on his face and said, "Let's do some handicrafts."

"What exactly?"

"Um...you're here to check the taxes, right?" The blue-haired man obviously didn't think clearly, and quickly changed the subject and said, "I'm really sorry, we are all from the village and haven't gone to school for a few days. I really don't know.

These.

So...um, so...how much do you have to pay? We pay, we pay every penny."

The blue-haired man's attitude was very good, but this made Chiba Cheng even more suspicious.
Chapter completed!