The lead tax officer came to the main gate, stepped onto a wooden chair, and arrogantly declared, "Time to pay your taxes."
A young man clenched his fists, but a middle-aged man stopped him. Staring at the tax officer, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Soxie, please wait. I'll notify Manager Walter."
"Hurry up."
The tax officer raised his brows and sneered, "I just love seeing how much you hate me while being utterly powerless to do anything about it."
The young man clenched his fists tightly. If not for his family, he truly wanted to perish together with this bastard tax officer.
"Master, do you need me to deal with him?" Kyle asked.
Velin raised a hand and said, "No rush. Let's first see how the manager of this shipyard handles the matter."
As for Lester, he stood to one side and watched the scene coldly.
Before long, a haggard middle-aged man emerged from the shipyard. Looking at tax officer Soxie, his eyes were filled with disgust.
"Manager Walter, it is time to hand over the taxes," tax officer Soxie said with a smile.
Walter stared at him and said coldly, "We have already paid every tax for this year."
"Oh, look at my memory."
Tax officer Soxie slapped his forehead, putting on an exaggerated expression. He then pulled a tax order from his pocket and examined it carefully before continuing, "Right, it is not this year's tax, but next year's. The total is twenty-five thousand Gold Coins."
After saying that, tax officer Soxie put away the tax order. Looking up at the furious Walter, he said, "So, will you pay all the taxes today, or wait until the army comes here tomorrow to collect them?"
Walter suppressed the urge surging within him and said word by word,