"this……"

On the podium, the counselor Weng Zhijian was also surprised. He looked at the two tax officials at the door and looked at Zhao Yan, who was also surprised, at the back of the classroom. Weng Zhijian's feelings were very complicated at this time. ∈↗

Before, he always thought that Li Chuan was the best in his class. In terms of comprehensive strength, Yang Lingfeng was the best, and Zhao Yan was also considered excellent in imagination and plot structure. However, Yang Lingfeng and Min Changming were not inferior to Zhao Yan in these two aspects.

Therefore, in Weng Zhijian's mind, Zhao Yan was not the most outstanding student under his command. He has always been the most optimistic about Yang Lingfeng and Li Chuan.

As a result, less than a month after school started, two tax officials found the classroom and said that Zhao Yan had recently sold the copyright and sold the transaction volume of millions.

This made Weng Zhijian a little unacceptable. At this moment, Weng Zhijian couldn't help but begin to doubt his vision.

Weng Zhijian's slow reaction made the female tax officer at the door frown, and raised his voice and asked: "Who is Zhao Yan? Can you please come out?"

"Ah? Ah! Zhao Yan! Zhao Yan, go out for a while! Do you know if you want to cooperate with the work of the two tax officials?"

Weng Zhijian reacted and quickly shouted to the back of the classroom that Zhao Yan had returned to peace at this time. The many gazes in the class made him a little helpless. He didn't want to show off during college, but it seemed that it would be difficult to keep a low profile in the future.

Zhao Yan walked out of the back door of the classroom under the mixed eyes of everyone, and there were whispering of classmates behind him. This time he was really famous. I believe that from today, no one in the 44th writing class will not know him again.

In the corridor outside the classroom, Zhao Yan walked towards the two tax officials, and the two tax officials were also walking towards him. When they were close, the male tax officials stretched out their hand and signaled Zhao Yan to go downstairs to talk to them. Zhao Yan smiled and followed behind them.

The classroom of the 44th writing class was on the second floor of the teaching building No. 3. The three of them came to the lawn area downstairs, where there was a stone table and six stone benches.

The two tax officials walked straight to the stone table and sat down one after another, and also reached out to signal Zhao Yan to sit opposite them.

After sitting down, the male tax officer coughed lightly and asked first: "You are Zhao Yan, right?"

Zhao Yan smiled and said no.

The male tax officer continued to ask: "The copyright office has information showing that you have sold the copyright of eight songs recently. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Zhao Yan smiled and continued to nod, saying, "That's right! Yes!"

The male tax officer nodded, took out a folder from his briefcase, opened it and looked at it twice, and said formulaicly: "According to the tax rate of copyright transaction tax, you need to pay 15% royalty! According to the remittance records we recently called out from the banking system, it shows that you have received a total of 1.02 million in your recent account. Is this wrong?

"That's right!"

Zhao Yan nodded with a wry smile. He really didn't expect the tax officials to investigate all these matters so clearly.

The male tax officer looked at Zhao Yan with a strange look. The 17-year-old boy earned 1.02 million in just a few days. Even though he was working as a tax officer, he was knowledgeable and it was his first time to meet him.

Compared with Zhao Yan's income, he felt that he had lived to be a dog at the age of age. He was in his thirties and earned more than so many years than a 17-year-old boy earned more than a few days.

At this time, the female tax officer also looked at Zhao Yan with strange eyes and asked with a little curiosity: "Is this million and two thousand yuan your income from selling songs?"

Zhao Yan shook his head slightly: "The 20,000 yuan is the manuscript fee for my novel writing. The 20,000 yuan publishing house should have paid the tax for me!"

"oh!"

The male tax officer nodded, looked down at the folder in his hand and said, "We will further verify this! However, even so, you still have one million yuan in copyright fees and have not paid taxes! Based on your current age and experience, we believe that you did not intend to evade taxes! Therefore, the fine will not be charged to you this time, but you must pay the 150,000 yuan tax to the Taxation Department as soon as possible! Is there any problem?"

Zhao Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head. The tax officials came to him. How could he dare to resist taxes?

It’s just that the tax of 150,000 yuan made him feel very painful, 150,000 yuan! His parents may not be able to save so much money even if they run a breakfast shop in their hometown for a year, but now they have to hand it over to the Taxation Department for nothing.

"Then there is no problem! You sign an autograph here and leave a phone number! Just go to the Taxation Department to pay the tax within three working days!"

Seeing that Zhao Yan had no objection, the male tax officer said with a smile, while putting the folder in his hand in front of Zhao Yan, and took out a signature pen from his briefcase and put it on the folder.

What else does Zhao Yan have to say?

He could only sign his name at the place where the male tax officer pointed to the signing, Zhao Yan glanced at the name of the document and said, "Tax Commitment Letter".

After signing, leaving a mobile phone number, the folder and signature pen were taken back by the male tax officer. The two tax officers achieved the purpose of this trip, and there were smiles on their faces. The two stood up and shook hands and said goodbye to Zhao Yan one by one.

When the male tax officer shook hands with Zhao Yan, he said, "Student Zhao! You are very good! You can write novels and songs, you are very talented! Keep working hard in the future! I wish you better and better development in the future! However, if you have similar copyright transactions next time, remember to pay taxes on your own initiative!"

"Thank you, thank you! It must be!"

Zhao Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt good about being praised, but the tax of 150,000 yuan made him cry without tears.

The female tax officer's hands were very soft. When she held Zhao Yan together, she said with a smile: "Haha! Classmate Zhao! Paying taxes for the country is a very honorable thing! Don't be unhappy! Being able to pay so many taxes at once is a proof of your youthful and promising youth! Huang Ming needs more talents like you! Come on! Goodbye!"

Using so much money to prove that he is young and promising, Zhao Yanxin said: I would rather not have this proof.

But there was no way. The arm couldn't twist its thighs. No matter how painful it was in his heart, he had to pay it. At this time, he had to squeeze out a smile and said to them: "Yes! Yes! You are right! I'm very happy to pay taxes for the country!"

Seeing the two tax officials turning away, the smile on Zhao Yan's face collapsed. When he thought that the one million that had not yet been heated in the bank card would soon lose 150,000, he couldn't be happy.

Shaking his head, he went upstairs and returned to the classroom with a dejected look. Before he could sit in his seat, he heard Zhang Peng next to him ask enviously: "Zhao Yan! What copyright have you sold recently? I have to treat you! You have to have a big meal!"

Another boy next to him who was not very familiar with Zhao Yan at this time seemed to be very familiar with Zhao Yan, and said in a low voice with a smile: "Yes! Yes! Zhao Yan, don't want to hide! You must have a big meal this time!"

At this time, almost everyone in the classroom was paying attention to Zhao Yan, including Weng Zhijian, the counselor on the podium. As Zhao Yan entered the door, Weng Zhijian suddenly lost the mood to continue teaching. Not only did he stop giving lectures, but he also stood on the podium with a complicated expression as he watched Zhao Yan sit down.

Look at each other with admiration!

Weng Zhijian felt that he should have underestimated Zhao Yan, a student in the past.

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