Shrek's Imminent Destruction

Just listen to the nursery rhymes spreading through the various first-tier cities these days: "Eight-sided might, killing intent flies, all personal income gets handed in. Out of a hundred, I take ninety-five; you know my methods, don't try to hide. Don't spend the five that you have left; tonight send me four-eighty by theft. Those last two dimes, don't you dare touch; the day after, I need them much. Remember the last dime you retain: five cents for the kid's future gain, five cents stored in my account again. If you refuse, then go complain; the federal police will come right away."

The moment a policy like this came out, the entire Federation fell silent.

To most commoners, Situ Xuan was naturally a good president beyond all doubt.

Taxes had increased, but most of the increase fell on those who earned more money. The taxes on ordinary folk like them were nothing at all, and with welfare keeping pace, medical care, education, housing, and pensions were all guaranteed.

In the past, poor families who could not afford food, medical treatment, or school could now eat their fill, dress warmly, send their children to school, and get treatment for their elderly. They knew nothing about politics, power, or struggle.

They only knew that the Grand President had let them live good lives, and that the Grand President was a good man.

But for those great clans, sect enterprises, and monopolistic academic factions, all of them had fallen into terror.

In the past, they had evaded taxes and stuffed the nation's money into their own pockets. No one had dared investigate them, and no one had dared control them.

Now, not only did Situ Xuan want to investigate them, he also wanted to fine them and confiscate their property.

Of those clans