"Boss, do you mean that our hotel should open as soon as possible?"

Isn't that bullshit?

An Sudong nodded patiently, "yes, we should start business as soon as possible, so we all have to work hard as soon as possible."

"But there's one thing I don't know whether to say."

Ye Huan pondered for a moment and said: "when a boss of our hotel left, there was a loophole in the tax. In fact, few people knew about it. It happened to be a typhoon. But I am one of the people who know about it. The typhoon is coming, and the relevant departments have not investigated it. But I think once we open our business, the relevant departments will come here as soon as possible."

"Tax loopholes?" An Sudong had no idea that such a thing would happen.

"Well, the loophole is very big. It costs millions. I think the boss's top priority is not to rush to open the hotel, but to fill up this loophole. Otherwise, once the relevant departments bite us to death, our hotel will be in danger."

"And more!" Ye Huan approached and looked at the door. "The boss can't disbelieve all the people who came back this time. We've heard about some conflicts between you and the rich boss. If you buy this hotel for three million yuan, the boss is undoubtedly a smart man and a man of good fortune. The super typhoon didn't come, but after all, the rich boss has been operating here for many years, A lot of people are still thinking of him. "

An Sudong understands that if a boss has been working for a long time and can't cultivate one or two confidants, it will be a failure.

"Are you reminding me that I shouldn't use you old people?" An Sudong looked at him with a smile.

"That's not what I mean." Ye Huan was startled. Don't lose his job by saying, "boss, I mean..."

"I know!" An Sudong interrupted him. "I remember what you said. I'll pay attention to it. Go to the accountant."

"Yes Ye Huan looks at an Su Dong in a worried mood, and then turns to leave.

An Su Dong is leaning on the sofa. There is something wrong with taxation. It can be said that it is a big or small matter.

Generally speaking, even if the rich and noble sell the company, as long as the new subordinate takes over the business and does not make up for the tax, it is likely to be directly sealed up.

Small is opportunism, perhaps because of the typhoon, the relevant departments have forgotten this matter, naturally will not continue to pursue.

However, this possibility is almost negligible. As a matter of top priority, I have to go to the tax bureau to find out how big a hole wealth has left me.

Three million, rich and noble naturally have a little bit of mind, once the typhoon came, it is not a dime, but before he left, he was still cheating on the accounts, which made an Sudong a little angry.

It's not normal for companies to go bankrupt to find financing when they sell. However, if they are willing to be annexed, they just want to let the other party help to share the debt. But this kind of thing happened to this good hotel, which makes people a little intolerable.

Out of the Venice Jianguo Hotel, an Sudong took a taxi to the tax bureau.

"Fugui, it seems that the boy knows there is a loophole in the company." Liang Dong came out from the side door of the tax bureau, holding a phone in one hand and staring at an Sudong.

"Someone must have told him." Fugui's voice was very noisy, and the girl's voice said, "you go to find director Chu of the tax bureau. I have a good relationship with him. Tell him about our situation, and he will help us."

"Director Chu is not in the Bureau today." Liang Dong stares at the big sun, squints his eyes and says, "I heard that I'm going to a meeting. Shall I find Liang Kuan?"

"Your nephew?"

"Yes, that boy is a small high-level person now. This matter is to find a handle to prevent an Sudong from bleeding. It's to close the hotel for him, and the director doesn't need to deal with it personally.

"All right, you can do it by yourself, but I want to remind you to do it cleanly. Since it's done to him secretly, you can't let him know."

"Yes, I understand!" Liang Dongyin gave a deep smile and then turned to leave.

"Excuse me, I'm the boss of Jianguo Hotel in Venice. Who should I go to if I want to deal with the tax problems of our company?" An Su Dong lies on the window and smiles at a little girl at the front desk.

"Tax issues?"

The girl looked up at him. "Tax evasion?"

It's so direct. It doesn't give me a chance to brew at all.

"Almost, but I just took over this company. I don't know much about the specific situation. I think your tax bureau has a detailed record. I bought it for the hotel. If there is any tax evasion, I'll make up for it. After all, I'm in a hurry to open the business. There's something wrong with the tax, but I dare not move."

Looking at the people around him, an Sudong said, "what am I doing?"

"He won't be that stock god an Sudong?" Someone recognized Antoine.

In China's stock market, ansudong is still a legend, a legend, a myth that all investors dream of meeting.

"Yes, I've seen him on TV. It's really him."

"No, why did the stock god come to our Jianghai city to open a hotel?"

……

An Sudong covered his face with his hand and said with a smile, "don't make any noise. I'm the one who came here to open a hotel. I'm not an Sudong. I know him. Many people say that we look like brothers, but we really have nothing to do with each other."

"Cut!"

Some people disdain to pull a mouth, "I say, people stock god how rare to come to our small city."

"White happy one, I recently bought bull stock out of the question, but also excited to ask about it, it seems to be out of the question."

"We're busy with our work. Don't pay attention to him."

The crowd scattered and went on their own.

"I'm sorry, you need to be handled by our director in person, but our director is not here today. He has gone out for a meeting. Maybe he will come back tomorrow, or will you come back tomorrow?" The salesman has a good voice.

"So."

An Su Dong pondered for a while, originally thought to deal with this matter early, he went back to Los Angeles, now it seems that he needs a little time to deal with it.

"Well, I'll come tomorrow!" Anton tapped his fingers on the counter and turned away.

"Wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" An Sudong turned to see a young man in his twenties and a suit catching up, "do you know me?"

"Of course, Mr. an, I don't think it's convenient to call your name here. Why don't you talk to me in the single room inside? Maybe I can help you." Liang Kuan looks at him with a smile.