Cong Jinhong roared at her younger brother, Cong Jinqi, scolding him until he felt rather wronged.
"Big Sister, Old Lu explained it to me. Making up that thirty percent of the payment now is only to deal with a surprise inspection by the tax authorities. Once they go through the motions, they'll return it to us."
The moment Cong Jinhong heard the words "tax authorities," her heart gave a sudden jolt.
Could it really be that much of a coincidence?
But Cong Jinhong immediately said, "Why should we help them balance their accounts just because they're being audited? And what are they even good for? They can't handle such a trivial matter themselves?"
Cong Jinqi said helplessly, "Old Lu told me that this tax audit is a little strange. It seems like it's specifically aimed at us. If their false invoicing is uncovered, Jingnan Group won't be able to escape either."
Cong Jinhong flew into a rage. "What do you mean, won't be able to escape? What does it have to do with Jingnan Group? If I transfer the money into their company account now, can I still get it back? Don't you know how difficult it is to take money out of a company account?"
"I..."
Cong Jinqi grew guilty too. These past few days, dealing with manufacturers in the capital had made him deeply understand what it meant to be in a strange place with no familiar faces. Now they were asking him to "make up the payment."
Once the money was transferred into the company account, not only would he need a legitimate reason to take it back out, he would also need several people to sign off on it.
What would he say then? That these hundreds of thousands were Cong Jinhong's "kickback"? Kickbacks were something