I run a casino in the immortal realm.

three days later.

The General Affairs Department allocated a two-story detached building in the east wing of the Tax Bureau, covering an area of ​​more than 800 square meters. It was originally a storage warehouse, but it was emptied overnight, tables and chairs were added, and the sign of the Tax Bureau Inspection Department was hung up.

Upstairs is the Chief Inspector's office, as well as the offices of the heads of the various inspection teams, and a meeting room.

Downstairs are the government's public office area and canteen, currently staffed with only twenty government employees who are dedicated to collecting and processing information from various inspection teams.

Because Zheng Yifei's cultivation level was too low, the hall master specially arranged a bodyguard for him who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, to provide protection and control the aircraft when he went out to inspect various markets.

Because flying machines require the powerful divine sense of Foundation Establishment cultivators to control them, while Qi Refining cultivators do not possess divine sense.

The bodyguard's name was Gu Jianhua. He was in his fifties. Because of his dull personality, lack of adaptability and management skills, and only able to simply carry out orders, he was not assigned any management tasks. It just so happened that he became Zheng Yifei's bodyguard.

He usually practices his skills at the Inspectorate Department, and only accompanies Zheng Yifei when he goes on long trips.

At 3:45 AM, the ten people arrived precisely on time.

Zheng Yifei stood at the entrance of the conference hall, scrutinizing each face that entered.

The ten inspection team leaders were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, with the lowest being the early Foundation Establishment stage and the two highest being the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

They ranged in age from twenty-five to forty, all wearing the blue-gray uniforms of inner disciples, with storage bags and identity tokens hanging from their waists.

The one with the highest cultivation level was a female cultivator in her early thirties named Han Su, who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. She had a cold and indifferent appearance. After entering the room, she only glanced at Zheng Yifei before sitting down in the farthest corner.

The second person in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage was named Lu Yuan. He was around forty years old, had an honest face, and walked with a slight hunchback. He bowed to Zheng Yifei before finding a seat.

The other eight were in the early stages of Foundation Establishment. Among them was a female cultivator named Su Qingwan, who was in her early twenties, very beautiful, and had a good figure, which caught Zheng Yifei's eye.

Ten people took their seats, and the meeting room fell silent.

No one whispered to each other, and no one initiated a conversation.

A subtle atmosphere of observation permeated the air—ten Foundation Establishment cultivators sat at the table, waiting for a Qi Refining Stage 8 youth to give instructions.

Zheng Yifei closed the door and walked to the long table in front of him, where he stood.

Eleven bound booklets were laid out on the table, with the title "Qingyun Sect Tax Supervision Regulations (Trial Version)" on the cover.

"No need for self-introductions, your names are all on the tokens. We'll be seeing each other often, so there's no need to rush to remember them."

He picked up a booklet and slammed it on the table.

"Let's look at the stuff first, then we'll talk."

The ten booklets were passed down one by one. Each person received one booklet, which contained thirty-two pages, with a table of contents, main text, and appendices, all clearly categorized.

Zheng Yifei didn't urge him. He leaned against the edge of the table and waited.

The sound of pages turning rose and fell.

The first page is the organizational chart.

The Chief Inspector is in the center, with ten inspection teams under him. Each team has a team leader and can recruit team members, up to a maximum of one hundred people.

The ten groups correspond to the ten jurisdictions, and the jurisdiction map is attached on the second page, with the boundaries clearly drawn in red.

The third page begins with the job responsibilities. The team leader's authority, duties, reporting procedures, and emergency response authority are all numbered and presented in concise language.

Page seven contains the performance evaluation system.

When Han Su turned to this page, her finger stopped.

"In the quarterly assessment, the team leader of the top three teams will receive a bonus of 500 spirit stones, and each team member will receive 50 spirit stones. The team leader of the bottom three teams will have their quarterly bonus deducted. If a team ranks last for three consecutive quarters, they will be dismissed."

She looked up and glanced at Zheng Yifei.

Zheng Yifei remained calm.

Lu Yuan turned to the twelfth page, which was the "Tax Inspection Process"—from the initial investigation, review, evidence collection, ruling to punishment, six steps, clearly outlining what should and should not be done at each step, and what evidence needs to be retained.

Page 18 contains the "Merchant Tier Management Measures." Merchants in the jurisdiction are divided into four tiers—A, B, C, and D—based on their annual revenue. The frequency of inspections, the sampling rate, and the tolerance for errors vary for each tier.

Page 25 is the "Flying Message Reporting System." It includes daily morning reports, bi-weekly summaries, immediate reporting of emergencies, and regulations for the use and confidentiality of flying message talismans.

The last five pages are appendices—standardized inspection record forms, merchant ledger sampling inspection forms, complaint handling registration forms, and monthly performance evaluation forms. All use Arabic numerals and standard tables.

The only sound in the meeting room was the turning of pages.

Fifteen minutes later, the last person closed the booklet.

Zheng Yifei scanned the area.

"Finished reading? Ask any questions now. Once it's finalized, it's an ironclad rule, no room for discussion."

There was a three-breath silence.

A Foundation Establishment stage cultivator named Fang Yan raised his hand: "On page seven, there's a 'merchant satisfaction' criterion in the ranking assessment. How is that measured?"

"At the end of each quarter, the tax bureau randomly selects thirty businesses in its jurisdiction, issues them anonymous rating forms on a ten-point scale, and takes the average value."

Fang Yan then asked, "What if merchants give us bad reviews? Some merchants were audited for taxes and hold a grudge against us, so they deliberately give us low ratings?"

"So it's a random selection, not a full coverage. If two or three out of thirty companies deliberately give low scores, it won't significantly lower the average. But if fifteen out of thirty companies give you bad reviews, then it's not someone else's problem."

Fang Yan nodded and remained silent.

Han Su spoke up, her voice low but her enunciation clear: "Page nineteen, 'When encountering merchants with inner sect elder backgrounds, all procedures must be followed without discrimination,' how is this clause implemented?"

The inevitable question has arisen.

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

There are no fools here; everyone knows that this is the toughest nut to crack in the entire manual.

Zheng Yifei looked directly at Han Su.

"You are in charge of the investigation. Report the results to me, I will report to Director Zhou, and Director Zhou will report to the head of the department. Who will suppress it and who will take the blame is not your business."

Han Su's expression didn't change, but Zheng Yifei noticed that her shoulders had relaxed a little.

That's the key. He doesn't need these ten group leaders to confront the elders head-on. He only needs them to investigate the data thoroughly and solidify the chain of evidence. The rest will be handled by Jin Zhengyuan's Golden Core Spirit.

The essence of being a bookmaker is never about personally getting involved and fighting with the gamblers.

"Is there anything else?"

Lu Yuan flipped back to the first page and pointed to the organizational chart: "Inspector, each group can recruit one hundred members. Where will they be recruited from?"

"Outer disciples, you can volunteer. You will conduct interviews and selections. The monthly salary will be paid by the tax office, thirty spirit stones, three times more than moving stones in the mine. We won't have to worry about finding people."

Lu Yuan did the math: "Ten groups, each with a maximum of one hundred people, that's a monthly salary of thirty thousand spirit stones for a thousand people. Can the tax office afford that?"

"Last month, a street in the East District piloted the invoice system, which increased tax revenue by 2,500 spirit stones. After it is fully implemented in all ten districts, it is conservatively estimated that the monthly revenue will increase by over a million spirit stones. The tax office will not deduct this small amount from our monthly salary."

Lu Yuan nodded slightly.

Another team leader named Sun Qi chimed in, "Among the recruited team members, is there a cultivation level cap?"

"You can decide for yourselves."

The meeting lasted another half hour.

Ten people raised more than twenty questions in succession, ranging from patrol route planning to procurement channels for Feixun talismans, from cross-regional jurisdictional conflicts to merchant complaint procedures... Zheng Yifei had ready-made answers for each one.

It wasn't something I came up with on the spur of the moment.

He spent two days deeply integrating his previous life's management team experience with the actual situation in the cultivation world.

As the gambling king of Blue Star, he controls trillions of dollars in funds, and the team managing these funds alone has thousands of people, making it ten times more complex than this.

This is a piece of cake.

After the last question was asked, the conference room fell silent again.

Zheng Yifei closed the booklet.

"One last thing."

Ten pairs of eyes are looking this way.

"I know what you're thinking. What makes someone at the eighth level of Qi Refining a qualified inspector?"

No one responded, but the expressions of the few people changed slightly.

"Why shouldn't we rely on words? Let's see the data in a month. Data speaks louder than my words, and it speaks louder than your face."

He took out ten numbered bronze plaques from his pocket and lined them up in a row.

"Each area is assigned a token, and team members must be recruited within three days, trained within two days, registered in their jurisdiction within ten days, and submit the first inspection report within one month."

The group that meets the target will receive an extra 200 spirit stones as a bonus this month. Those that don't meet the target—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but all ten people knew what the second half meant.

Han Su was the first to stand up and took the number three bronze medal.

Lu Yuan is the second one.

Within three breaths, all ten bronze medals were claimed.

The meeting adjourned.

Zheng Yifei stood in the empty conference hall, listening to the footsteps fading away from the stairwell.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and outside lay the continuous peaks and sea of ​​clouds of the Qingyun Sect.

In his past life, he fought his way through the gambling table for half his life, managed a team of thousands, and invested money all over the world.

I'll be managing people all my life; I'm destined to be a worrier.