I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Su Qingwan's flying artifact is a spirit wood flying boat.

The boat is twelve zhang long and four zhang wide, with a bronze keel and a spirit cedar shell. The bottom is inlaid with six acceleration array patterns. It was custom-made by the Su family from the Qifeng Peak at a high price. It is not top-of-the-line, but it is stable and can travel ten thousand li a day without any problem.

One hundred outer disciples stood in four rows on the deck of the flying boat. They were all at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, wearing uniform gray-white uniforms and copper waist badges of tax inspectors.

These people are all elites drawn from various departments of the General Affairs Hall, the best of the Qi Refining stage.

It's nothing special in the Qingyun Sect, but if you put them in a local market, a group of four of them could easily control the situation.

Su Qingwan stood at the bow of the boat, unfolding a map.

Her jurisdiction over the third district covered forty-two vassal wards.

The forty-two wards and markets were scattered across an area of ​​thousands of miles, with some having a population of hundreds of thousands and others having a population of over ten thousand.

She used a vermilion pen to circle twenty-five outposts on the map, all of which were large markets with populations of hundreds of thousands, with four people assigned to each outpost.

"First stop, Qinghefang Market."

The flying boat broke through the clouds and sped south.

Qinghe Market is the largest of the forty-two vassal markets, and it is controlled by a family at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

When Su Qingwan disembarked, the head of the Zhao family of Qinghe was already waiting at the entrance of the market with two clan elders.

"Miss Su, your presence is an honor; I have failed to greet you properly."

The head of the Zhao family was very polite, his smile crinkling with wrinkles. They had already received a message from the sect in advance.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Su Qingwan took out a document stamped with the official seal of the General Affairs Department from her storage bag and handed it over.

"Patriarch Zhao, this is the decree for the implementation of the sect's new tax law. From today onwards, all merchants in Qinghe Market will uniformly use simplified numbers and standard forms for bookkeeping, and an invoice system will be implemented simultaneously. Specific details are in the document's attachment. These four supervisory disciples will be stationed in Qinghe to be responsible for training and supervision."

The head of the Zhao family took the document, flipped through two pages, and frowned.

"Invoice system? What kind of regulations are these?"

"A receipt is issued for each transaction, in triplicate, with one copy each for the merchant, the customer, and the tax office. Taxes are collected at the end of the month based on the sum of the invoices."

The Zhao family head's smile faded slightly; a smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth, but the warmth in his eyes had vanished.

The clan elder behind him leaned over and glanced at the document, his expression turning even uglier.

Anyone who has been in business for decades knows what the invoice system means—how much cash flow was underreported and how much tax was evaded in the past, now it all has to be laid bare.

"Miss Su, isn't this a bit too hasty? Our Qinghefang City has always paid taxes on time and has never been in arrears—"

"Patriarch Zhao."

Su Qingwan interrupted him, her tone not harsh, but leaving no room for negotiation: "This is not my intention, it is the intention of the General Affairs Hall Master Jin Dan. The document is stamped with the private seal of Hall Master Jin Zhengyuan."

The head of the Zhao family looked down at the seal again and then shut his mouth.

Golden Elixir.

For a Foundation Establishment family like his to dare disobey the sect's orders is tantamount to courting death.

Four inspector disciples disembarked from the flying boat. The leader was a young man at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining. He had a calm demeanor and, in addition to his inspector's bronze badge, he also had a magic sword of decent quality hanging at his waist.

At the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, in Qinghe Market, he is second only to the head of the Zhao family.

Having four such people permanently stationed there is tantamount to the sect planting a thorn in Qinghefang Market.

The Zhao family patriarch's smile completely vanished, but he still nodded.

"We will cooperate, we will definitely cooperate."

Su Qingwan turned and boarded the boat without lingering.

For the next five hours, the flying boat traveled non-stop.

The second stop is Liuxi Market, which was controlled by the Liu family in the early stages of its foundation building.

The woman in charge was in her forties, more worldly-wise than the Zhao family. She glanced at the document and accepted it with a smile, even offering to let Su Qingwan stay for a meal. Su Qingwan politely declined, leaving her four disciples behind to continue their journey.

The third stop was Iron Bull Town. There were no Foundation Establishment families there. The town mayor was an old man who had reached the peak of Qi Refining. When he saw the flying boat descending from the sky, his legs went weak. He spent a long time recognizing the words on the document, and finally pressed his fingerprint on it with trembling hands.

Fourth stop, fifth stop, sixth stop...

With twenty-five outposts, Su Qingwan was like a precise machine. In each place, she did three things: deliver documents, settle her disciples, and greet the local forces.

Talk less, do less, and maximize efficiency.

The last stop was Sujiafang Market, where only the last four disciples remained on the flying boat.

The airship landed outside the north gate of Sujiafang City.

Zhang Biao disembarked from the boat, carrying four wooden boxes and a letter, and went directly to Zhao Wenyuan's restaurant.

Su Qingwan put away the shrunken flying boat, placed it in her storage bag, and returned home.

The main hall of the Su family mansion.

Su Qingwan changed into casual clothes to wash away the day's dust and entered the main hall, where her father, Su Heming, was already sitting in the main seat.

Su Heming, at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage, is the seventeenth patriarch of the Su family. He is fifty-six years old, with a refined appearance, a neatly trimmed short beard, and a gentle temperament.

"Wan'er is back?"

"father."

Su Qingwan sat down on the left, and a maidservant served her hot tea.

"Have all one hundred people been arranged?"

"All in place, 25 outposts, four people per group, covering all major markets and neighborhoods in the jurisdiction."

Su Heming nodded, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't rush to ask anything else.

Su Qingwan wasn't in a hurry; she took a sip of tea to soothe her throat. Neither father nor daughter were talkative.

"Father, there are three things."

"explain."

"First, the promotion of the new tax law has been given a firm order by the head of the hall to fully implement the simplified accounting and invoice system. There is no room for negotiation on this matter. The industries under our Su family name must take the lead in implementing it and set an example for the surrounding towns and cities."

Su Heming tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

Sujiafang City has a resident population of over 300,000 and a large commercial scale. With the implementation of the invoice system, the previously underreported revenue must now be subject to taxation.

But he didn't object, only asking, "How much do you estimate the tax increase will be?"

"According to my estimate, it will be about 15% to 20% more."

Su Heming pondered for a moment: "I can accept that, but what about other families?"

"I've already spoken to the Zhao and Liu families, and they've both expressed their cooperation. They've agreed verbally, but who knows what they're really thinking? But with the inspectors watching, they won't be able to cause any trouble."

"Hmm, the second one?"

Su Qingwan put down her teacup and leaned forward slightly.

"Chief Inspector Zheng Yifei is from Heishanfang City."

Su Heming's eyebrows twitched. Black Mountain Market was an appendage of Su Family Market and was under the jurisdiction of Su Family.

"With five spiritual roots and the eighth level of Qi Refining, he was personally promoted to Chief Inspector of the Tax Bureau by Jin Zhengyuan, the Golden Core Hall Master, after only one month of joining the sect. At the same time, he was exceptionally promoted to an inner disciple. All ten inspector team leaders under him are at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he was also assigned a late Foundation Establishment stage bodyguard."

Su Heming put down his teacup.

Five spiritual roots, Qi Refining Level 8, and he became a Chief Inspector in a month?

"How did you do that?"

"He was the one who came up with the simplified accounting method and the invoice system. The sect leader thought it was very creative. The simplified accounting method can simplify the accounting process, save costs and improve efficiency, and the invoice system can generate huge amounts of tax revenue for the sect, making a great contribution. That's why he was promoted exceptionally."

Su Heming leaned back in his chair and silently tapped his fingers four times on the armrest.

Su Qingwan paused for a moment.

"He asked me to deliver a letter and five hundred spirit stones home. Father, this man is worth befriending. His position will rise. Black Mountain Market is our territory, and his family is right under our noses. This favor will cost nothing."

Su Heming did not immediately express his opinion.

He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the armrest twice more.

"Send someone to Heishanfang City tomorrow to learn about his family's situation before making any arrangements."

Su Qingwan nodded. This was exactly the result she wanted.

"Thirdly, Zheng Yifei wants to open a gambling den in Sujiafang City. The Su family will hold 25% of the shares, receive dividends, and not participate in the operation."

The main hall fell silent for a moment.

Su Heming's gaze fell on his daughter's face and lingered for three breaths.

"A gambling den?"

"Yes. He couldn't operate in Qingyun City; the waters were too deep, so he chose here."

"He's only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and he runs a gambling den?"