Wong Xiao's accounts could make all the accountants in the commune cry.
Lin Nianhe didn't cry, because she wasn't an accountant.
She asked, "Do you really want ten million in taxes every year?"
"It's not that I want it, it's Lan County that needs it," Wong Xiao said earnestly, "Let's not even talk about ten million in taxes, even if it's a billion, I still get a monthly salary of twenty-three yuan and sixty cents. This has nothing to do with me, it's not what I want."
He frowned, his expression serious.
Lin Nianhe grunted, "Alright, I'll try my best to swindle... cheat... bamboozle... I mean, get more money back for you from the foreigners."
Wong Xiao: "..."
Should he pretend he didn't hear that?
"Uh, Xiao Lin, Uncle isn't necessarily asking for ten million, don't trap yourself."
Wong Xiao was scared to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Oh, no worries, I have it under control."
Lin Nianhe was calm and composed.
