Magus Tech

"Click, click!"

Half an hour later, Anne Pompo appeared in the room on the second floor of an extremely gorgeous restaurant in St. Louis.

In front of her was a table of expensive and hearty dishes, but she was basically unmoved. She was very interested in a plate of pale yellow human-shaped biscuits. She took them one by one and took them to her mouth to bite, making a crisp sound.

It is gingerbread, made with ghee, sugar, ginger powder, cinnamon powder, clove powder, honey, eggs, refined flour, etc.The necessary raw material ginger powder is not produced locally in St. Louis City, and needs to be transported from a distant place. The price is extremely expensive, so it is not something that ordinary people or nobles can taste.

Annie kept eating gingerbread, expressionless, and not far from her, Richard stood silently.Standing on the other side was Brando, with his head bowed, his expression depressed, his brow furrowed, and he was racking his brain to think about how to restore his image in Miss Anne's eyes.

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open without warning, and a figure came in and shouted, "Annie!"

"Who!" Brando jumped up and stopped quickly, worrying that he couldn't find a chance to show his performance.

Looking at a young man in a gorgeous purple dress who walked in outside the door, Brando showed a vigilant look and asked like a prisoner: "Who are you? What's the matter with Miss Anne?"

"I?" The man in Ziyi who walked in smiled and raised his mouth, "I am Annie's friend! As for you, is his new guard..."

Looking up and down at Brando, the purple man's eyes flashed a green light: "Well, is it a third-level wizard apprentice, the strength is still good, but I almost want to stop me, at least wait until you become a first-level wizard."

Brando's expression was stagnant, sensing the mana fluctuations that the man in purple had deliberately exposed, his eyes narrowed.

At this time, the man in purple dress smiled, and the gentleman looked at Brando and asked, "Now, can you give me a break?"

"I..." Brando turned to look at Annie.

Annie made a waving gesture.

Bailan cleared his eyes and looked back at the man in purple clothes. Then he shouted with great momentum the next moment: "Give it away!"

Then he turned around suddenly and walked angrily to Anne to stand still.

This made the man in purple clothes stunned for a while, but only for a moment, and quickly reacted, ignoring Brando, and greeted Annie: "Annie, I passed by just now and saw your family's carriage parked outside. , I thought you came here, so I came over to meet you specially."

"Is that so?" Anne listened, and there was not much enthusiasm on her face, not even the kindness of her friends, and there was not much ups and downs in her voice. "Then you meet now, you can leave, and go busy with yours. Things."

"Don't." The purple man smiled, "I have something else to tell you."

"You are the real reason you came to see me?" Annie rolled her eyes.

After being debunked, the man in purple clothes smiled embarrassedly: "Well, I know, I can't hide you at all, after all, your cleverness is obvious to all..."

"What the hell is going on?" Anne interrupted the man in purple clothes, and asked too lazy to talk.

"That's it." The man in purple clothes sat down and rubbed his hands. "You should know that this year's taxes will be paid soon. My family and your family agreed to 30% last year. But this year, my family The profit situation is not good, and there are several bad things, almost burned the warehouse where the whole family resides, you should have heard of it. So, I think, can you reduce this tax by 20% how is it?"

"You shouldn't talk to me about this, I don't care about these things in the family." Annie glanced at the man in purple clothes.

"Yes, I know you don't care, but I also know that you have the ability to manage. So, can you help?" Ziyi Man heaped a smile.

"Even if I can help, I won't help you." Anne said, "The agreement of 30% is already low enough, 20% is absolutely impossible, and it cannot break the bottom line of the Pangbo family."

"Oh, as far as I know, this is not the bottom line, Anne?" The man in purple clothes squeezed his eyes at Annie, and said, "I heard that what you agreed with the Dumen family is 20% tax."

Annie raised her eyebrows and looked at the man in purple clothes: "Is your information very well, Claire! What we agreed with the Dumen family is absolutely confidential. I'm curious where you heard about it."

"Hah, I have some channels of my own, so are you right?" Ziyi man said.

Annie took her expression seriously and looked directly at the man in purple clothes. It was the Dumen family who handed over all their iron mines to us. Claire, can your Snow family do it?"

"That... if we can really pay 20% of the tax, we can do it. The iron mines and the like, the ones on the green riverside, can be handed over to you like the Dumen family." Ziyi man said.

Annie sneered when she heard: "Oh, then I really want to say, your family is generous! The Dumen family has a total of twelve iron mines handed over to us, and your Snow family, the iron mines on the green riverside. There are two in total, and the big one is about to light up.

If your family really wants to reduce taxes to 20%, well, exchange your seven copper mines and one silver mine for your family."

"This--" The man in purple clothes named Claire froze slightly, looking at Annie with a slightly unpleasant look, "Annie, this is a bit exaggerated. Our family, but relying on these mines, all pay For your family, what do we live on."

"There are so many things to rely on. As far as I know, your family has acquired a total of 27 large and small estates, eight villages, sold dozens of shops in St. Louis, and monopolized most of the spices. Business." Annie said in a deep voice.

Speaking, he picked up a piece of gingerbread on the plate and said, "Just talk about this gingerbread. The ginger powder inside must pass through the hands of your family to come to St. Louis. The price is exaggerated. With this alone, Enough for your family to survive?

Claire, don't pretend to be poor, your family has developed very well in recent years, and some places have greatly exceeded our Pompo family.Therefore, 30% of the tax cannot be reduced anymore, and it will increase to 40% next year."

Claire's face changed and her eyes sank: "Annie, I thought we were friends. If you do this, it makes me a little sad."