Chapter 1421 1393 Taxation

Chapter 1421 1393. Taxation

"First, I want to know if there are any letters from me during this period?"

Take your eyes away from the familiar and interesting interaction between Lan and Ciri, and turn to ask the dwarf banker.

"No. It seems that you are really good friends, Yennefer. We talked about this privately before."

Morna took out several cups from his cabinet and lined them up, then poured the red wine into them one by one and distributed them to the adults in the office.

He first confirmed Yennefer's attitude, and after getting a positive nod, he continued to speak.

"There have been no new letters recently. As for the last few letters, I sent them out through the old channels."

"But there are no letters, but people who are interested in your letters have..." The dwarf banker pulled his big gold chain, "informed me at the Vivaldi Bank branch in Vengerburg."

"They said someone is checking your capital flow and the whereabouts of your letters. They have a teller who is not clean. You know, we are in the bank, and it is inevitable that our subordinates will have problems."

"It's really not surprising, but where is the teller now?"

Yennefer took a sip of the wine glass and asked calmly.

"He got drunk on a rainy day and broke his neck in a gutter. It's a tragedy." Morna sighed, "He died too quickly and too carelessly."

Sylerton took the wine glass handed over by his uncle and said it as if he was used to it.

"But we can't blame anything. After all, who knows if the teller knows something else about the Vivaldi Bank?"

"It's reasonable for them to deal with it earlier."

Although the red-bearded dwarf had left his family's bank for his own career and joined the Valyria Chamber of Commerce.

But after all, he was born in a banking family. Even now, he, the head of the Valyria Chamber of Commerce, felt like going home to the Giancadi Bank.

Just now, he came into the Giancadi Bank without any hesitation, wanting to use a reception room as a reception place to chat with Lan En.

So, Shelerton knew all the twists and turns in the banking world that Morna talked about.

"But it doesn't matter." Lan En first stepped over Ciri's small stool, reached out to take a wine glass that Shelerton passed to him, and then returned to his original position and stood against the wall in a relaxed manner.

There was a smile on his face that was not unexpected.

"I can probably guess who is trying to track your letters. Even if the bank is a little slow, they probably won't be able to get anything out of you."

Yennefer's curvy waist twisted a graceful arc on the armchair, looking at the witcher behind her.

Lane raised his glass to her.

"Even Triss told me that she was being annoyed. I think you will definitely receive more attention and entanglement in this matter."

"Triss?" Yennefer's eyebrows raised in surprise, "So the rumors between you are true? Wow, this is really big news."

Lane's originally calm expression froze for a moment, and Ciri under him turned her face to Yennefer, then raised her head and looked at Lan with an unspoken smile.

This expression made her, a young girl, look like a gossipy aunt.

'This sorceress. Is it time to care about this now? '

The witcher complained in his heart.

Ciri's identity, and the power struggle involved in this identity, are now like a deep vortex, stirring up the already tense situation.

Yennefer's first reaction was to Lan's love relationship, which should have been a situation of full concentration and 100% confidentiality.

It's no wonder that the young demon hunter's brain is a little out of order, after all, he can't even fix Mentos.

Lan's lips moved, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of this bottle of Neufburg red wine with his lips and tongue.

"This matter?" The dwarf banker also savored this ambiguous word with his lips and tongue, and then nodded in agreement.

"Very good, if you are indeed planning some kind of action, it would be best if you could let as few people know about it as possible. Even friends might let it slip."

He raised his glass again and said, "If you need anything, just speak up, but don't tell us the specific plan."

"Look!" Xileton turned his head and raised his chin to Lan En, pointing his thumb at his uncle, "This is called Giancardi's manners!"

"Oh." The demon hunter nodded indifferently, "You were really well-mannered when you almost bankrupted me, Xileton."

Then the red-bearded dwarf withered.

The broad and fat dwarf huddled in an armchair and sipped his wine glass.

Mornar looked at his nephew and nodded. The matter was indeed not a big deal at the time. He could have settled it for his nephew with a little money.

It was just that he didn't intervene in order to dampen his arrogance after becoming the manager of the Valyria Chamber of Commerce.

Now it seems that Xileton has indeed become much more stable recently.

"Your Excellency the Duke." Morna looked at Lan En who was leaning against the wall.

"Just call me Lan En, I'm not that troublesome."

"Then Lan En," the old banker responded to the important client's request to get closer to him smoothly. "I heard rumors that you went to the Dragon Mountains and may have died there."

"There are many people who want me dead," Lan En stuck out his tongue and made a face, "but there are not many who can do it. I am not a reckless young man. It's just that things often happen and I have to disappear for a while."

"Rumors and gossips are beyond anyone's control."

Morna nodded in agreement.

"But you two are back to Gos Velen at this time. If I'm not mistaken, you are all here for the meeting, right? The wizards' gathering?"

"That's right." Yennefer nodded calmly.

"To decide the fate of the world?"

"Don't exaggerate, Morna."

"Now there are rumors everywhere." The dwarf banker said coldly, "and things are going wrong."

"Tell me about it." Lan En interrupted, holding the wine glass and moving his shoulder against the wall to make his posture more relaxed, "As long as it's not inconvenient."

"I think Yennefer is here for this, after all, the banking industry can see a lot of things. Those facts hidden under the images of financial statements and trend charts."

"That's true, there are a lot of things in our industry that can be talked about." Morna touched his beard. "Since last year, the tax policies of various countries have fluctuated strangely. Are you interested in this?"

"I don't want to be an old dwarf who talks endlessly but only makes people annoyed."

Lan En didn't say anything more, just raised his glass to the old dwarf: "Go on, Morna."

"Head tax, winter camp tax, these taxes directly collected by the military have doubled. Every businessman and entrepreneur must also pay the "Glot Tithe", which is a new tax item: for every Noble earned, you have to pay a Grot."

There are many currencies between the northern countries, and the exchange rate is troublesome and changeable.

But there is no way. Of course, it is good to unify the market and currency, but if a country gives up the right to mint coins and the right to regulate currency, then their domestic market should basically belong to others.

Noble and Grot are obviously another commonly used northern currency different from Oren coins and Crown coins.

This tax item was temporarily established based on this currency.

Ciri, who had played around in the palace since she was a child, was educated by a few rough demon hunters when she grew up, and was later taken over by a female sorceress, was now confused.

Lan En glanced at her, and it was estimated that the girl had forgotten what she heard two seconds ago.

However, she still stubbornly pretended to be "listening carefully and participating in thinking".

And the "strange fluctuations in tax policies" mentioned by Morna continued.

"The head tax and chimney tax of dwarves, gnomes, elves, and halflings have also increased further. If they participate in production and trade, they will also be forced to levy "non-human race taxes" at one-tenth of their income."

"In this way, 60% of my income will be handed over to the royal family. Giancardi Bank and all its branches must pay at least 600 marks in taxes to the four kingdoms every year."

Worried that these complicated currency conversions would make the audience feel overwhelmed, Morna changed his words.

"Let's put it this way. This number is equivalent to three times the tax a rich duke pays for all the properties under his name."

"This is really amazing." Lan En said in admiration. "A guy like me who only has an empty reputation may never be able to get the title of 'rich duke' in his lifetime."

"That's because you are not a duke who relies on traditional real estate to support his family, my friend." At this point, Xi Leton became excited. "To hell with high real estate taxes! We are an emerging industry! Long live the emerging industry!"

The red-bearded dwarf raised his glass high, forming a sharp contrast with his uncle who was gloomy across the table.

"I didn't care much about taxes before." Lan En said puzzledly, "How is my tax rate calculated? Are demon hunters considered non-human races? Are those industries taxed under my name?"

"You don't have to worry about this at all." Xi Leton still said happily.

He nodded apologetically to Yennefer beside him, and then moved his chair to an angle with great enthusiasm, facing Lan En diagonally.

"The Valyrian Chamber of Commerce used your name and co-owned with Aretuza. It has been enjoying the tax reduction policy for nobles and the exclusive tax exemption policy of the School of Sorceresses since two years ago."

"It's very cheap when added together. Although I don't know how your current personal industry is run, as long as the person who takes over is not stupid, there are really too many ways to reasonably avoid taxes."

Lan En thought of Dudu, the shapeshifter who managed his own industry.

If he wanted to, it would be easy to avoid the "non-human race tax" by using a human identity.

It was really right to find a shapeshifter.

Lan En nodded with a little pride.