Yang Zhengyu shook his head, "I can't say for sure."

He was blocked in front of the machine.

No one in the back can get a number.

Standing behind are uncles and aunts, office workers with folders, and a middle-aged man who looks like a boss.

A middle-aged man carrying a black briefcase and a gold watch said: "How much do you earn? Don't waste our time."

"Let me do the math, it's probably 53 million," Yang Zhengyu said.

"Ah!" Everyone present was shocked instantly.

"Sir? You are right." The young female staff member had obviously never encountered such a situation.

This is the first time I see someone paying taxes, and they take the initiative to pay so much tax.

The middle-aged man behind the gold watch was also shocked.

He didn't dare to speak for a moment.

He runs a good chain of restaurants.

Business is very good.

But the tax he has to pay is only around 200,000.

Even this young mantissa can’t compare.

"Do you get regular income?" the young female staff member asked him again.

Yang Zhengyu nodded after thinking about it, "I sold two toys."

"Oh, that's income tax."

Soon a new list was placed in his hand.

Yang Zhengyu sat in the waiting area, waiting for the call on the big screen.
Chapter completed!