"Huh? What should I do?"

"Master Vilas, don't we collect old Linman's tax?"

"But how should this be recorded on the books, and there are also Master Harris, the royal accountant..."

When the tax officer under Vilas heard the chief say this, he spoke in anxious tone.

If it's just a wool merchant's tax payment, there is not much, but the difficulty lies in how to explain the matter to the Siku chief and the royal accountant, and there is no way to keep a record on the book.

After all, the new dynasty had already made a cut with the previous dynasty, and even his Majesty rode a dragon and burned Braavos, and even the millions of golden dragons that owed the iron treasury, the biggest creditor, suddenly fell.

And the remaining creditors, such as the Tylosi Trading Company, the Lannister family, the Tyrell family, the Hytal family, etc., died, declined, and those who had survived did not dare to be accounted for.

The Iron Throne's policy is to start again, so no matter whether it's the old accounts or the past taxes, you can come to the Iron Throne to ask Viselis for the account.

There is a precedent for the old Linman, and he is not alone in paying taxes thirty years later.

When Velas heard what he said, he waved his hand to make him feel at ease. He flipped through the booklet in his hand at will, and then closed it directly.

But what he was thinking in his mind was the news that the Chancellor of the Exchequer Illiou told him a few days ago that he already had a plan in his heart, and then he said.

"We can't make false accounts and no one will make up the tax for the old Linman. The money must still be collected."

"I will talk to him personally."

Vilas broke his leg because he fell under the horse while competing with Oberon when he was young, so his legs and feet have always been inconvenient.

He boarded a carriage embroidered with golden roses on a cane, and he was accompanied by several Tyrell family entourages. This carriage was extremely comfortable and valuable. After all, Velas is now a Star Shuttle City The face of the Lier family.

"Eel Lane."

Then he confessed, and the coachman nodded in response, and then the wheels rolled and drove towards the destination.

Eel Lane is located in the Wissania hills. It is also named to commemorate the great queen at the time. The Wissania hills is a commercial area in Junlin. There are many shops here, mainly inhabited by some middle-class and even middle-class residents in Junlin City. Inferior family.

The carriage of the Tyrell family drove to Eel Lane and attracted the attention of the residents here, because everyone in King's Landing knew that even though the Tyrell family suffered hardships, they were still very wealthy and had a profound heritage.

This was the effect of Miss Margaret Tyrell's crazy money throwing, and it was also the idea of the Queen of Thorns, Mrs. Olena.

"If the Tyrell family doesn't pretend to be strong, the jackals will not help but pounce on it."

However, the residents of Eel Lane were just paying attention to the Tyrell family's carriage. They didn't crowd around like the flea dens to ask for rewards, because the income level of residents here was pretty good in Junlin City.

The Tyrell family's carriage stopped in front of a good-looking store in Eel Lane, and then Velas jumped out of the carriage with a cane in his hand and supported by the attendant.

"Where did the wind come from that brought Master Velas over?"

"I smelled the scent of roses all the way away."

The brown-haired young man with a cane in his hand was dressed in a decent dress, with golden roses embroidered on his chest, and a ruby ring on his fingers. He walked into this woolen shop with a cane. A fat man, The half-white old man hurriedly greeted him.

He is a wool merchant from Baigang, responsible for reselling wool products from the northern territory to Junlin City. However, business is not doing well now. The northern territory was originally a place rich in wool, but because of the invasion of foreign ghosts, the northern territory fell. Therefore, Lao Linman had to be forced to import the expensive appearance of the trading city-state to process it himself.

The money is worthless, the price has risen, and the people have no money in their hands. These three factors are like a mountain, and all of Linman's savings have been lost.

Lao Linman has been running this store in King's Landing for decades, starting from the time of the Mad King Iris II. He has accumulated a lot of savings and has continued to grow bigger and stronger.

At that time, the mad king was notorious, and he often burned the nobles. Old Linman also felt detested and denounced the other party as the faint king. However, until the rebels he supported broke into the city of Junlin, the family business was instantly snatched away. Mostly.

Later, Robert Baratheon, the leader of the rebel army, became king again. He was licentious and unscrupulous. Thirty years after the tax was received, the old Linman's family was completely defeated. He could only hold back his breath. Hanged himself.

However, it has only now gradually returned to normal, but the wool production base in the north has not been restored, and it is necessary to import high-priced wool from the city-states.

Although the market has generally returned to normal, it still saves a little bit. After all, I actually paid taxes for 30 years...

Old Linman was unwilling, but still had a fluke mentality. Now there is no taxpayer to make trouble. Instead, he still has some unaccustomed things.

When the tax packagers were engaged in merchants, the merchants' countermeasures were to hire some mercenaries, use magic to defeat magic, and fight against the gangsters and mercenaries.

So this time he also spent a small amount of money to hire a few mercenaries, and every time the tax officer came, he would chase them away by snarling them.

However, this time Lord Vilas from the Tyrell family, the empire's tax ledger, came personally. Old Linman still didn't dare to play tricks, so he could only let the mercenaries stay aside and bite the bullet to greet him.

After Vilas came in, he did not greet him, but bluntly expressed his intentions. Then the old Linman's face changed to a grievance, and then he complained, hoping that the tax collector can see that he has paid such a pitiful share. Raise your hands up to exempt him from taxes.

"I really have no money, Master Vilas."

"I did not lie to you."

The half-white old man looked aggrieved, and then took out the ledger, UU reading www.uukanshu.com made it clear that there is no need for money.

"You really have no money?"

However, Vilas nodded slightly when he watched Old Linman's exaggerated performance, and then asked seriously.

"Ang...Yes."

"It's really out of money."

Old Linman didn't know what it meant for Vilas to confirm it again, so he could only scratch his hair and nod his head to repeat it.

"I have a method here that allows you to borrow money first at a very low interest rate."

"Do you know the bank?"

But then Velas opened his mouth.

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