Fifty million a day, trapped in the county town, can't spend it all.

While the job fair was in full swing.

Chengnan Building Materials City.

Zhao Yongchang rushed to the office in a hurry. Before Zhang Yang appeared in Mou County, he never came to the building materials market on weekends. After all, the business was stable and the people below would take care of everything.

But since his falling out with Zhang Yang, his business has shrunk across the board, and he now has almost no days off. He has to personally confirm and select all orders, otherwise he might not make any money and even have to pay a penalty for breach of contract after signing.

Boss Zhao's life has "improved," and he now lives a year-round, no-break life.

Unfortunately, he just couldn't make money. The harder he worked, the less money he made. He couldn't figure out where things went wrong.

Just as I finished brewing a pot of tea, before I even had a chance to take a sip, Jiang Qiao rushed in, looking flustered.

"Mr. Zhao, a few people have come downstairs. They say they're from the tax inspection bureau and want to check the accounts."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yongchang immediately stood up, his brows furrowed: "Tax inspectors? Who sent them?"

"They said it was sent directly by the city."

"In the city?"

Zhao Yongchang realized something was wrong. Logically, tax audits should be conducted by the county, so why did the city's tax bureau bypass the county and come directly to his door?

He was well aware of the shady things he had done over the years, but he had done them very discreetly, unless...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yongchang asked, his voice trembling slightly, "Did they bring documents?"

"I brought it."

Zhao Yongchang sighed. What's meant to be will be: "Let's go down and take a look."

The two of them immediately went downstairs.

When I arrived on the first floor, there were three people in uniform standing in the lobby, two men and one woman, one of whom was holding a brown paper file folder.

"Hello, we are from the Municipal Tax Bureau's Inspection Department. These are our work identification and inspection notice." The leading man handed over the documents. "Please cooperate by providing your company's financial statements and tax returns for the past three years."

Zhao Yongchang walked over, forcing a smile: "Comrade, I am Zhao Yongchang, the person in charge of the company. What situation requires an audit?"

The man in the lead glanced at him and said, "We received a report alleging that your company is issuing false invoices and evading taxes. We are here to verify this as required by procedure."

"Reported? Who reported us? We've always operated legally. Could there be some misunderstanding?" Zhao Yongchang said, taking out a cigarette.

When the man in the lead saw that Zhao Yongchang still wanted to offer him cigarettes, he immediately made a gesture of refusal. "We cannot disclose the informant's information, Mr. Zhao. Please cooperate. Also, don't try anything funny. We record the entire enforcement process."

Zhao Yongchang's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "I will... I will definitely cooperate."

He turned around and gave Jiang Qiao a wink: "Jiang Qiao, go and tell the finance department to bring out all the documents and fully cooperate with their investigation."

Jiang Qiao nodded and turned to inform the finance department first.

Zhao Yongchang, with a fawning expression, accompanied several inspectors to the finance office.

Inside the finance office, several tables were pushed together, with file boxes piled on the tabletops. Several employees were taking files out of the cabinets. The three auditors did not exchange any words throughout the process, each finding a seat and starting to look through the ledgers and vouchers.

Zhao Yongchang stood at the door, watching these people flip through his company's ledgers, and felt a tightness in his chest.

He retreated into the corridor and lit a cigarette.

He'd been feeling unwell for the past few days; his right eye kept twitching. He initially thought it was from overworking, but now that he saw the tax authorities were investigating his accounts, and remembering what he'd heard about someone reporting him, his blood pressure spiked instantly.

Although he has appeared successful on the surface over the years, he has offended many people in private. Who would be behind his back?

Zhao Yongchang quickly filtered through the options in his mind.

After a moment, still unable to sort things out, he threw the cigarette to the ground and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fuck you..."

Why can't this huge document be approved?

While Zhao Yongchang was in a berserk state, at the other end of the corridor, Jiang Qiao had just hung up a phone call, glanced at Zhao Yongchang, a wicked smile appeared on his lips, and turned to go downstairs.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

The news that Zhao Yongchang's accounts were being investigated spread like wildfire in the building materials market, causing widespread panic throughout the morning. Ordinary office workers were all watching and waiting, thinking that being directly investigated by the tax bureau was no small matter.

What's more, they were people who came directly from the city.

Everyone was talking about it, and some had even started looking for jobs online.

Zhao Yongchang wasn't idle either. Less than ten minutes after the tax inspectors entered the finance office, his phone started ringing and wouldn't stop.

Some were calls from old friends inquiring about the situation, some from suppliers urging payment, and a few from potential business partners...

In just one morning, Zhao Yongchang felt as if he had arrived in Chengdu and successfully joined the company as an excellent telemarketing salesperson.

I'm the boss! I'm not Sun Wukong!

After finally dealing with a barrage of phone calls, Zhao Yongchang returned to his office, exhausted. He gulped down a few mouthfuls of tea, and just as he sat down, the phone in his drawer rang.

"Ring ring~ Ring ring~"

Zhao Yongchang was so frightened that his face turned pale instantly. He swallowed a few times unconsciously and picked up the phone with trembling hands.

"Hey...hey, boss."

"I heard the city sent tax inspectors to the building materials market to check the accounts?" The voice on the phone was clearly displeased.

"It was just a malicious report; there's absolutely nothing wrong with my accounts," Zhao Yongchang said, though his heart was trembling.

"Zhao Yongchang..." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be controlling his emotions. "You're really something, aren't you? You even maliciously reported me? Who has so much free time? You reported me all the way to the city? Do you think the city's tax inspectors would be mobilized for every little thing? You know perfectly well why you didn't report me in the county."

"Boss, you have to believe me! I've worked so hard for you all these years..."

Upon hearing his boss's words, Zhao Yongchang finally understood. Yes, if it was just a malicious report, why go to the city to report it? It was obvious that the other party knew him very well.

Secondly, since the city's tax inspection team chose to travel across regions, and none of the people who came today were from the county's tax department, it's obvious they didn't notify us. Are they trying to fish out of the ocean?

As I was pondering this, the person on the other end of the phone said again, "You'd better pray they don't find anything. My people have checked all the account books you give me every year, and there haven't been any problems over the years."

If there's a problem with your accounts, does that mean the ledgers you gave me are also problematic?

Zhao Yongchang, what I give you, you can accept on your knees, but what I don't give you, if you reach out recklessly, you know the consequences."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yongchang's pupils dilated in shock. He opened his mouth, about to make a rebuttal, but the other party hung up the phone immediately.

beep-

He slumped helplessly in the boss's chair, his face deathly pale.

"It's over..." Zhao Yongchang muttered to himself, utterly despondent.

Zhao Yongchang spent the entire afternoon sitting in his office, his mind a complete mess.

Suddenly, he came to his senses, his eyes widened, and after sorting through the events of the day, he came to a conclusion: the person who reported him was Zhang Yang from Gou Cao.

"Since I have no way to survive, then nobody should survive either..."

Zhao Yongchang took out his phone and dialed Zhang Yang's number.