When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 964 Tariffs
After listening to Cassani's story, Duke Labang's face turned grim for a moment.

He stood up, walked to the wide window, and looked at the Holy Grandson sitting on the high seat: "This Holy Grandson really trusts his people and dares to let these people control the wealth."

The short peasant sitting on the noble throne, how funny and absurd.

But this farmer not only defeated King Leia and won a world-renowned victory, but also had unimaginable prestige and reputation in the country.

Duke Labang is sure that their Kingdom of France is definitely stronger than the Holy League. Last year, France's fiscal revenue was as high as 480 million gold pounds, and it has a standing army of nearly 12.

But he was not sure that the common people of France lived better than the Holy League.

If the common people of France knew the situation here, I am afraid that the immigration wave to the frontier would turn into an immigration wave to the Thousand River Valley.

"He has let these people hold power, let alone wealth?" Cassani followed behind Duke Labang and also looked at the Holy Grandson from afar.

Only then did Duke Laban turn his attention back to the report he was reading.

At this time, Sissi had sat down because of her hoarse voice, and Madeleine, with her loud voice, took over the reciting.

Compared to the more serious Sissi, Madeleine's language is much more lively.

"...Speaking of tariffs, our Holy Alliance's tariff revenue this year is still very encouraging, a total of 20.3 gold pounds."

Labang nodded slightly, this tariff revenue is still very normal.

When doing business, especially with the Franks, the import volume will increase and the tariffs will naturally go up.

Besides, the Holy Union also has trade in spices and sugar.

"Of course, the main export products of our Holy League are still the four main legions." Shaking the report in his hand, Madeleine said loudly, "Sugar, spices, grain, and woolen cloth. The export value of these four items is as high as 140 million gold pounds, and the tariff amount is 9.6 gold pounds."

The heads of the religious orders and cardinals around him immediately praised him: "The Pope has given us protection and guidance, and the Chief has governed well."

The representatives on the stage, especially those from Black Snake Bay, all held their heads high with pride.

White sugar is made from brown sugar at the sugar factory in Langsand County, but the spices are grown on their plantation in Black Snake Bay.

Especially the plantations in Black Snake Bay, which saw a surge in nearly 100,000 French immigrants in four years, otherwise there would not have been such high spice exports.

How many shareholders and ship owners became wealthy with the income from the spice trade?
Although they had some objections to the export of grain, the export of sugar and spices won applause from all the representatives.

When the representative body of Qianhe Valley was first established, the representatives all had lofty beliefs in the representative body and the people they represented.

They had not yet developed the bad habits of later generations, so they deserved both praise and criticism.

Alexei listened to this astonishing figure and suddenly turned to ask Gloev: "How much customs duties do we collect in Xiongbao every year?"

"We have a long history of commercial development in Xiongbao Territory, and there are many kinds of merchants."

Alexey frowned and asked Taiomier beside him: "How long will it take for our export volume to reach this level?"

"We implement the business plan to improve the level of goods and form a good tax system in the process of adjusting the tax card."

"So how much tax did Xiongbao collect from business last year?"

"Stop talking, stop talking..." Gloev patted Alexei's shoulder gently, his words almost pleading.

Alexei was stubborn and refused to give in. He put down the juice in his hand and said, "You are the one in charge of the caravan in Xiongbao. Don't you have any opinion?"

"..."

"........."

"………………Our Xiongbao Territory has a very long history of commerce…"

While Alexei was in a state of panic, Duke Laban was also in a state of rage. On the beautiful white paper produced in the Holy See City of the Golden Horn, there were rows of messy arithmetic formulas.

Duke Laban's hair was disheveled and his hand holding the pen was trembling slightly, while Cassani lowered his head with a bitter smile on his lips.

This gentleman still discovered it.

"The Holy Union only charges less than 10% tariff on our sugar and spices and on our grain and woolen cloth exported to Leia."

Duke Laban gritted his teeth and slapped the paper in front of him, which was filled with formulas: "They charge an average tariff of 12.5% ​​on our daily groceries, high-end furniture, and glass.

Tobacco, high-end fabrics, porcelain and silk were subject to an average tariff of up to 22.5%!
I was wondering where the remaining 10.7 pounds of customs duties came from, and it turned out to be from here. "

It's no wonder that Duke Labang is angry, as France has always adopted the strategy of high taxes on imports and low taxes on exports.

The export tariff for a piece of high-end fabric in France (France calls it commercial tax) is only 5%, while the import tariff for Shenglian is 25%.

The fivefold increase in import tariffs has resulted in extremely expensive prices for high-end fabrics within Shenglian.

The same goes for glass. The 3% tariff increased to 20% at Shenglian, an increase of nearly seven times, and the selling price is extremely expensive.

This is forcing the wealthy people in the Holy League to buy the Holy League's own glass products and invest in the Holy League's own glass workshops. No wonder Horn would exchange glass craftsmanship for King Gigi?

It turned out to be waiting for him here!

In the end, Qian Hegu, who emerged from this cesspool, got covered in shit. What are you kidding?
If it were any other country, Fran would have sent out its legions to cause trouble on the border. Is the royal family too tolerant of the Thousand River Valley?

Could it be true, as the rumors say, that His Royal Highness Charles VIII was having an affair with this farmer Horn?
"I remember that the Southern Thousand Valley Free Trade Agreement stipulates that the tariffs of both sides are equal, unified and coordinated, right?"

"Yes, we also impose heavy taxes on their high-end furniture and high-end fabrics..."

"Bullshit!" Duke Laban paced back and forth in front of the table, "Since the tariff is agreed upon by both parties, how can such an outrageous tariff be set?
Our products should be taxed lightly, while their products should be taxed heavily, right? Who signed the treaty at that time? They should be dragged out and beheaded! "

Kasani's smile became more bitter: "This agreement was initiated by the Prime Minister, who sent a special negotiation team..."

He prayed silently in his heart that this gentleman would not ask any further questions as the water here was too muddy.

He had hinted at the gains of the Sugar and Spice Company and the large number of immigrants emerging from the Black Snake Bay plantation.

Duke Kolabang still didn't react.

His Majesty the King specially transferred Duke Labang back from the frontier, bringing back this "innocent" minister who was far away from the politics of the kingdom.

He was even specifically requested to listen to the work report and write his reflections.

Just to make him come back and hear me say something.

Other nobles knew what they should know and what they shouldn't know, so they would naturally avoid this topic.

Kolabang had been away from the kingdom's politics for a long time, but he was unaware of this crucial point.

Some problems are fine if you don't weigh them, but if you weigh them you can't stop even a thousand pounds.

Even a drop of blood left by the big shots during a fight could drown a small ant like him, and yet he still wanted to live for two more years.

“Who signed it?” I asked.

Finally asked.

Cassani took a deep breath, said with a sad face, "It's Baron Blott, Baron Blott Larkin."

(End of this chapter)