Retrograde for thousands of years

Chapter 472 Glory and Ideal
When the plane stopped, Zhou Huan woke up from his sleep.

Of course, he would not explain to Murong Xingyu that his body needed sleep to make up for the deficit, nor would he tell her that the system Minglan would record what she said for him, not to mention that he admired her.

no need.

Just like a senior leader would not explain to his secretary why he was so tired, just like a superior does not need to consider the feelings of the person reporting to him, Zhou Huan would not think Murong Xingyu was good and praise her alone.

He has done this in history, and then those jealous jars asked him what he wanted to do?Do you want rabbits to eat grass beside the nest?
Not to mention, this trip to Beijing is not that simple. Zhou Huan also has his own plans. .

After getting off the plane, a black car was waiting on the tarmac. The bald man in the back seat had a good attitude and was very enthusiastic.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm on Xia Wu Da Road, and he is the current director of the Intelligence Bureau. The reason why I didn't greet Mr. Zhou on the tarmac was because I was afraid of attracting the attention of the news media. I hope to have a good talk with Mr. Zhou, okay?"

He knew about the relationship between Murong Xingyu and Zhou Huan on the plane, and also knew that Zhou Huan slept all the way, but it didn't matter. Zhou Huan's coming to the imperial capital was a good start.

The superiors are suspicious because they have been betrayed many times, and the warriors are equally suspicious because they can easily be plotted against.

Warriors are like expensive fighter jets. With alertness and flying into the sky, they can do whatever they want, but what if they are blocked by people on the tarmac or in the hangar?

Many warriors died in time bombs, snipers or traps, not to mention warriors like Zhou Huan, even Gong Yangxiong, who couldn't tell the depth, actually sat on the plane obediently and came to The Imperial Capital is not afraid of anyone plotting against him and so on.

"Of course, but let's not talk about the concept of glory. I'm not ambitious. I'm a herbivorous animal. I pay attention to fair trade. I'll go to appraise my level now and wait until the appraisal results come out. Let's talk about it, okay?"

Zhou Huan said lightly.

"can."

Wu Dalu nodded. He couldn't stop Zhou Huan, nor should he.

As a leader, you must distinguish between official and private matters. You can ask the other person to work to death within eight hours, but it cannot hinder the person's normal part-time job after get off work. Zhou Huan's strong request to re-evaluate his grade shows that he has a lot of personal property. , but what does this have to do with the Intelligence Bureau?
The intelligence bureau's masters evade taxes and don't have too many lawsuits with the tax department all year round. Who cares about the honor of paying taxes these days?
All kinds of tax exemption disputes are everywhere. Even if the Zhou family is charged millions more in personal income tax, what is the use?Would the Inland Revenue Department be grateful to the Intelligence Bureau for providing them with a certificate?
"Mr. Zhou, if you have any personal financial problems, the Intelligence Bureau will be happy to ask you to become our instructor. The salary will be very high."

Wu Dalu said in a friendly manner.

"Well, we'll talk about it then. Thank you for your kindness. I'm a peaceful person."

Zhou Huan nodded and his eyes fell on the high-rise buildings in the imperial capital.

"Mr. Zhou, haven't you ever been to the Imperial Capital?"

According to the information, Zhou Huan is a homebody who has stayed where he is for more than 20 years. Even when he was working in the intelligence department (of course no one thought he could be ordered, and these resumes were obviously forged with help), he never left home.

"I came to the Imperial Capital a long, long time ago."

Zhou Huan stared at the city wrapped in reinforced concrete, at the colorful billboards, and at the infinitely expanding city... This was the place where he and Tang Yunniang met again.

The little girl's voice and appearance are still in front of her eyes, the White Deer Academy has become the University of the Imperial Capital, the former town has become a part of the Imperial Capital, and not far away is the decisive battle between the Daliang Royal Family and the Nine Schools.

The vicissitudes of life are nothing more than this.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the testing hall. "Mr. Zhou, I won't go in. There are many people who know me inside, and there will be big trouble. Just let Miss Murong accompany you in. She is very popular."

Wu Dalu blinked at Murong Xingyu, expressing his helplessness at her stupidity.

Zhou Huan is a lazy cat... But this is a good thing. You can't think that someone is a jerk just because he ignores you or is too lazy to care. At least he didn't do anything or anything... Look at the people in Bai Feifei's studio. How to describe Zhou Huan? Bai Feifei once talked about his uncle with people in the studio.

"Uncle Zhou is in poor health and falls into a deep sleep all year round. Don't think he is rude. He treats everyone like this."

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The layout of the monitoring hall of the Imperial Capital Military Administration Bureau is different from other places. The magnificent hall is filled with warriors coming and going, with soft sofas and smiling reception ladies, all of whom have very good attitudes.

It's a pity that many of the customers who came here didn't have very good expressions. They all looked fierce, as if they wanted to kill someone, which was in sharp contrast to the beautiful ladies.

Murong Xingyu walked in front, followed by Zhou Huan. The girl knew how to behave well. Although she was ignored by Zhou Huan on the plane, she still had a fake smile.

She walked through the VIP channel, and seeing her appear, the young ladies all laughed.

"Miss Kong, you brought people from the Intelligence Bureau here to cheat again..."

"I'm not Kong Yiji!"

Murong Xingyu yelled angrily that the great master Zhou Huan had written a vernacular article by Kong Yiji and put it in Fireside Night Talk. Not only did fennel beans become a famous snack in the world, but Murong Xingyu also suffered a lot. .

If a warrior wants a tax deduction, he must serve, and serving abroad offers the greatest tax deduction.

But who would have thought that those warriors who fought hard on the front line would have to face the taxation brought about by the increase in internal strength of fighting for the country after returning to the country. Especially some masters who were already on the verge of breaking through, after fighting bloody battles and greatly increasing their skills after returning to the country, However, I found that my personal tax bracket had been raised like a rocket, and I had to pay more taxes.

Everyone joins the army to pay less tax and no tax, but after working hard for the country and returning home, they have to pay more tax. How unbecoming is this!

Why not exempt everyone from taxes?

Wang Huan, the magician who was stabbed a thousand times, explained this way at the time: Tax exemption is impossible, even in a lifetime. If there is a loophole that can completely exempt people from military service, there will definitely be greater social problems.

Of course, this bastard left a legal loophole for himself and left people speechless.

People who came back from the front line were not very good-tempered, especially those who had narrowly escaped death. After the Armed Forces Administration's testing facility was smashed many times, those testing personnel no longer thought hard about certain groups of people. In addition to improving In addition to service quality, it has also reached a py deal with the intelligence agency to some extent.

The Intelligence Bureau tries to provide everyone with various magical methods to reduce internal strength. Special groups of people are led by their people to be tested. The Armed Forces Administration turns a blind eye and the test results are as low as possible as long as it is not too excessive.

This is an open secret, and even the gentlemen in the parliament don't pursue it very much.

Murong Xingyu often interacts with people here, and everyone is familiar with her. She is not Kong Yiji, and she has brought people to cheat again.

(End of this chapter)