Chapter Eight: The Paper Slip

  Returning home, he saw Chen Zongyu drinking with an excited face.

  Fang Man hurried over with a worried look on her face and said: "No matter what happens next, you're not allowed to drown your sorrows in drink."

  "I know, I know." Chen Zongyu smiled all over his face as he grabbed the wine bottle back into his hand and said, "I'm thrilled, you didn't see it, but tonight I had divine assistance."

  "What nonsense." Fang Manyi sat down with a scowl.

  Chen Congyu burst out laughing and said: "Isn't that tax inspector holding an account book, saying we evaded 30 million in taxes?"

  "I've got everything I need." Fang Man-yi patted the bag beside her and asked uncertainly, "Has something changed again?"

  "It's a good change." Chen Zongyu hummed twice on purpose and said, "I was sitting here arguing with her today, thinking in my heart that the accounts wouldn't be uneven. Even if Old Ma was careless, he wouldn't be caught by a little girl. So I carefully looked at that part of the account on the computer, guess what happened?"

  "What?"

  "The loophole was found by me. It's actually just a miscalculation of a bonus, and the advance accrual was filled back in, exactly 3 million yuan." Chen's pride could be smelled from afar.

  It's actually something to be proud of. Although I used to do accounting when I was young, it's not easy to discover loopholes in the accounts while chatting with people at the same time.

  Fang Man's gentle and warm personality made her husband jump in surprise as she patted his cheek, laughing and asking: "Does that make up for the taxes?"

  "It's settled." Chen said with a sigh, "Lao Ma is really not honest."

  Chen Yi listened beside him with a confused expression, but he guessed that his old man's sudden outburst was not unrelated to the Intelligent Scroll.

  The fact is that intelligence itself includes elements such as observation, and the accounts faced by Chen's father are not very complicated. The main problem is that someone has been internally breached, causing their own accountant to make false accounts for the other party.

  Of course, with such a big business, whether there is really some tax evasion behavior, even Chen Zongyou himself dare not confirm, being led by the nose by the tax bureau, is also helpless.

  Fang Man-yi also shook her head and said: "Lao Ma has been following us for five or six years now."

  "The tree falls, and the monkeys scatter." Chen Zongyou hummed a tune, regained his spirit, and laughed: "You don't know that when the inspector left, she had a weird look on her face, as if I were Superman. Unfortunately, she still didn't give up, but all the stakes have been dug out by us, and it's time to exhaust our supplies."

  The two of them chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere immediately became warm and friendly.

  Chen Yi squeezed over and, when the two of them paused for a moment, made a gesture: "Old mom, business card?"

  "What's the hurry?" she said, still going inside to look for him.

  Little sister ran down, without a word of praise for her father's "leadership style", and then asked Chen Yi: "What kind of business card do you want?"

  She said, her eyes turned to the small box in the living room.

  Chen Yi was worried that once she focused, the scarred and battered incense burner would return to its fragmented state, so she hastily carried the packaged box back to her own room, saying: "I bought a ceramic piece, I'll find someone to appraise its authenticity."

  "Is that all?"

  "Don't mention Mom and Dad." Chen Yi knew his little sister's thoughts and blocked them with one sentence.

  Little sister blinked her eyes and smiled slyly: "Lend me your New Year's money."

  Chen Yi didn't give him any money, and without a word, he turned around and went back to his room, put the porcelain away properly, locked the door, then went down to the garage, found all the unloaded papers, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the subway station.

  Little sister was stunned on the second floor for half a day, thinking that her second brother had taken money for herself. By the time she heard the sound of the car starting, everything was too late.

  Her anger shot up to the sky in an instant, just like a monkey had its peaches stolen.

  Subway station at night.

  The chill of winter days, people are scarce like autumn's toads, only jumping out one or two at a time after a good while.

  With the driver's help, Chen Yi put over a hundred kilograms of paper products at the subway station. Panting, he thought to himself that if they couldn't sell for a good price, next time he would have to change his product line.

  Heaven knows what kind of paper was used for the scrolls in the Kingdom of San Qi Ao.

  Also, can I exchange some gold coins back?

  This idea flashed through his mind and was taken as a backup plan. The Chen family was originally a giant rich man in Jiangning, with tens of billions of private assets that may not be available, but the amount under control is far more than that, just the assets used by Mrs. Chen for charity every year are hundreds of millions, Chen Yi has always been indifferent to money.

  But now the situation is critical, and it's possible that tens of millions can change the situation.

  Found a corner, Chen Yi glanced at his watch and sat down on the pile of papers to wait, fiddling with the last two scrolls.

  First-level Intelligence Scrolls and Second-level Perception Scrolls, the red silk threads are particularly striking, like exquisite handicrafts. Who would have thought that unrolling them could actually enhance one's abilities?

  If it can help the family get through this crisis, then their divine power will not be in vain.

  A subway train came thundering along.

  Chen Yi slowly got up and saw a few people walking away in the distance, then slowly sat back down.

  It's just an ordinary subway.

  The people waiting for the bus had all left, leaving only him and a pile of paper on the platform, which was desolate.

  At 10:30, a subway train silently stopped at the station.

  Chen Yi's eyes darted back and forth as he stepped into the carriage with one foot.

  There is no one inside.

  Head up, Jiangning —— Shengqiao Wangguo's plaque, high and stuck.

  It's here as expected.

  Chen Yi excitedly dragged that pile of papers, panting with exhaustion, thinking this time he would make a powerful scroll.

  Before closing the door, all the hundred or so pounds of paper products were pulled into the compartment.

  He let out a long sigh of relief.

  The window of the car once again showed a convergence and dispersion of various colors, making all the light turn into a colorful spectacle.

  Chen Yi looked at the small world of over 20 meters with a completely different mentality. He even stuck his eyes to the joint of two carriages, wanting to see the scenery of the adjacent carriage that could not pass through.

  Seats, handrails, small cards scattered on the ground, small decorations and magazines thrown about in their proper places, everything looks just like a normal subway.

  Chen Yi suddenly woke up with a start.

  Why are there small cards in this subway, why are there abandoned magazines and trinkets.

  He hastily turned around and found that the carriage he was in wasn't so clean either.

  On the ground there was a piece of paper the size of a business card, picked it up and found that there were strange patterns on it, like abstract animals, but not very complete.

  A bird, seemingly in flight, with a long pointed beak wide open, revealing sharp teeth inside.

  Teeth? A silly bird with a beak full of teeth?

  Apart from this, there was no other information. Chen Yi reluctantly put it in his breast pocket and thought to himself: I must find an opportunity to let professionals take a look at it.

  Alternating bright and dark lights flashed by quickly, followed by a long period of brightness.

  As Chen Yi tidied up his clothes, the subway slowly came to a stop.

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