Doomsday rat

Chapter 1006 There are many rules

In the early morning, the Crossroads Market turned over with the first ray of sunlight and slowly woke up from sleep.Pieces of shelter made of wooden planks and iron sheets were taken off, revealing all kinds of goods in the simple sheds behind.

The man rubbed his sleepy eyes, and used a feather duster or a horsetail whisk to sweep away the dust that didn't exist.The boss wet the ground with a water basin and cleaned vigorously with a bamboo broom. All the garbage was piled up on the main road, waiting for the market management personnel wearing red hoops and leading a carriage to come and ship them. It was busy and orderly.

This is the beginning of an ordinary day in the crossroads market. Since the joint management of the three companies, the rules in the market have become more and more detailed, and a certain amount of management fees must be paid every month according to the store area and business items.

But the merchants don’t feel that they are at a disadvantage. The garbage has been transported, the petty theft has been taken care of, the environment is clean and safe, more and more people come to the market to buy, and the business is naturally easier to do. The money paid is not wronged.

But in the past few days, notices have been posted in the market, saying that they call on market merchants to take the initiative to go to the marketing department of the management office to complete the formal industrial and commercial registration procedures, and to pay at least two months of taxes.I went within three months, and there are tax benefits.If you don't go within three months, you still have to register, and the discount will be gone.

The industrial and commercial registration is not all for tax collection. With this thing, the merchants can do business here confidently as long as they do not violate the law, even if they are legal operations recognized by the alliance government, and they can also resell their stalls to others.

Whether it is good or bad, merchants have different opinions.Some people think that the market was established spontaneously, and the coalition government did not produce a single brick, so there should be no charges.Some people think that this is the territory of the coalition government, and every brick, tile, plant, and tree belongs to others, and it is not too much to charge a little money, the main thing is to see how much the money is charged.

Whether and how much should be paid is up to the merchants themselves, and the opinions of the Rebels, the Redeemer and the local chamber of commerce have to be heard on this matter.

The top executives of the three companies are already having a meeting to study, and plan to negotiate a reasonable discount rate based on the tax standards of the markets in other safe zones, and then go to the management office to talk to see if they can get some benefits for this emerging market and keep more. development potential.

After all, it is a new safe zone, and the new immigrants have no economic foundation. Whether it is for market development or social order stability, the government should give some policy support.

On this issue, the response speed and attitude of the three high-level executives won the unanimous support of the new immigrants, and once again felt that the management fees paid on weekdays were worth the money.

Compared with cleaning and maintaining market security, taking the lead in negotiating policies with the government and fighting for their own interests for merchants can better reflect the role of managers.If it is a family-by-household negotiation, it will be much more difficult and the success rate will be much lower.

There are also some people who think more. They compared the changes before and after a certain hero moved to the New Seventh District, and found a very obvious trend.What the hero said when he first came here is gradually becoming a reality.

He said that in everything you do, you must first set the rules, then implement the rules, and finally protect the rules.As long as these three points are achieved, the days will get better and better, and only hope can be seen in life.

The rules of the crossroads market were established by the three immigrant forces under his suggestion, and they have been implemented under his supervision, and the effect is gradually showing.

But right now, it seems that it is everyone's turn to protect the rules together. I just don't know if we can succeed in facing the management office. After all, the other party represents the behemoth-like alliance government.However, as long as the hero who lives on the top floor of the transportation hub building is still there, the merchants can still have some confidence, or extravagant hopes.

"Hey, whose horse is this? Where's the dung pocket?" Cao Cao said, his shrill voice resounded over the crossroads, piercing the quiet and beautiful morning, and scratching some people's wallets.

"Mine, mine... this fucking beast knows how to eat because it doesn't work well. After pulling it all the way, the dung bag was full and forgot to hang it up. After a while, it's time to pull it again. It's a thing with no eyes!"

Immediately, two middle-aged men sprang up from the baked bun stand on the side of the road. They walked to the carriage with half a bun in their mouths. There was a beating, beating and cursing.

"Beasts eat and know that they are rewarded for their work, but people rely on animals for food but don't know how to be grateful. What kind of world is this! Boss, are the meals you sell here for people to eat, or for animals to eat?"

This outburst of accusations and ferocious behavior successfully attracted the attention of the visitor. He stood up and looked at the mule that could not break free from the rigging, and then turned to look at the driver who was waving the whip.The expression seemed a little fearful, but he didn't want to appear too cowardly, so he pointed the finger at the stall owner.

"People eat, people eat, hey brother, welcome to eat, shovel the horse manure, pay the fine first, don't ruin our business!"

The stall owner was a chubby middle-aged woman, and an old man who was nearly sixty years old was baking buns in the naan pit with his assistant at the back. Hearing these words, he immediately stopped what he was doing and raised his head and shouted at the two drivers.The woman's Chinese is a bit blunt, but she expresses the meaning quite clearly.

"Fuck, a bedbug came out of melon seeds, everyone! Let's go, don't eat, spoil the fun!" The driver didn't expect the stall owner to follow suit, looked left and right, it was still early, and there were not many people on the street , but there are always a few foreign costumes that catch the eye. Those who play hard are obviously alone and lonely, and they plan to avoid immediate losses.

"You can only leave after paying the fine... The buns and soup are hot, and the horse manure is shoveled up to keep, and you can exchange for the carriage money... It's still warm when you come back, and you can't leave without paying!"

But the performance of the female stall owner surprised the driver. She put the steamed buns and haggis soup bought by the two of them on the naan pit to warm them up. It has become a good thing that can be exchanged for money.

"Fortunately, the two of you met a kind person, she said to warm up the steamed stuffed bun and offal soup first, and let you go to the market management to pay the fine first, and eat it still warm when you are done.

The horse manure was shoveled up and kept, and the north of the market was a special place to park horse-drawn carriages, and the horse manure could be used to offset the parking fee.Ilya River, fifteen steamed buns, three bowls of offal soup. "

At this time, the nosy man spoke again, and he translated the loose Chinese of the female stall owner so that the two drivers could understand it more clearly.Then he sat down at the only table and pushed the driver's two bowls aside, occupying most of the table.

"Brother... Come on, order..."

The two coachmen looked at each other with a relaxed expression in their eyes, secretly glad that they didn't continue to be tough just now.This nosy old man is not alone, at least three people together.

If you are a newcomer, it is best not to make enemies if you can not make enemies. Being able to stretch and shrink is the true nature of running the rivers and lakes.At this time, the older coachman immediately took out a cigarette and brought it over, offering one.

"Come here for the first time, which company?" The nosy man took the cigarette but didn't smoke it, but stuck it to his ear, and he didn't care about the little friction just now, and took the initiative to provoke the topic.

"Changfeng company's...brother doesn't look like an immigrant from Xinjiang, he was evacuated here?" The old driver pulled the bench and sat down, and began to drive around cautiously.

"This place is no different than other safe areas. There are more ethnic groups and more rules. Some people don't drink, some are taboo, and some don't care. The old man in this family is more pious, and he doesn't smoke or drink.

But when you come out to do business, you can't pay so much attention, and you can only endure it for the sake of living.Let's go to another place to smoke after eating. It won't be uncomfortable for a few minutes, but we can get a good impression.When you are away from home, someone will help you to say a word at a critical moment, and it will be very useful if you don't keep it together. "

While talking, a plate of baked buns and a bowl of miscellaneous soup had been brought up. The nosy old man took out a beautiful knife with a sheath from his pocket, pulled out a pair of bone-carved chopsticks from the scabbard, and stuffed them into his mouth. Baozi explained why the cigarette on his ear didn't ignite.

"I don't know where to go when I come here for the first few times. It's superfluous to me. It doesn't mean that you can eat enough. It's idle to pay attention to these things." At this time, the younger coachman had already shoveled the horse manure, After doing it, he didn't completely calm down, and he was still muttering dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)