In the early morning, the Crossroads Market turned over with the first ray of sunlight and slowly woke up from its sleep. Blocks of crudely made shelters made of wooden boards and iron sheets were taken off, revealing various colorful buildings in the simple shacks behind.

Such goods.

The clerk rubbed his sleepy eyes and used a feather duster or a horsetail whisk to sweep away the non-existent dust. The boss carried a water basin to wet the ground and swept it vigorously with a bamboo broom. The garbage was piled on the main road, waiting for people wearing red clothes.

The market management staff holding the carriage came to load the goods, busy and orderly.

This is the beginning of an ordinary day at the Crossroads Market. Since it was jointly managed by three companies, the rules in the market have become more and more detailed. Every month, a certain amount of management fees must be paid based on the store area and business projects.

But the merchants do not feel that they are at a disadvantage. The garbage is transported, petty theft is controlled, the environment is clean and safe, more and more people come to the market to purchase, and the business is naturally easier. The money paid is not unfair.

However, a notice was posted in the market in the past few days, calling on market merchants to take the initiative to go to the Marketing Section of the Management Office to complete formal industrial and commercial registration procedures and pay at least two months of taxes. If you go within three months, you will have a tax penalty.

Discount. If you don’t go within three months, you will have to register later, and the discount will be lost.

Industrial and commercial registration is not all about collecting taxes. With this thing, merchants can even operate legally recognized by the alliance government. As long as they do not violate the law, they can do business here confidently and resell their stalls to others.

Merchants have different opinions on whether it is good or bad. Some people think that the market was established spontaneously, and the coalition government has not produced a brick or tile, so there should be no charges. Some people think that this is the territory of the coalition government, brick by tile, plant and tree.

They all belong to other people, so it’s not too much to charge a little money. The main thing is to see how much money is collected.

It is up to the merchants themselves whether they should pay and how much they should pay. This matter also depends on the opinions of the Resistance Army, the Redeemers and the local chamber of commerce.

The top executives of the three companies are already meeting to study, and plan to negotiate a reasonable discount rate based on the tax standards of other safe zone markets, and then talk to the management office to see if they can win some benefits for this emerging market and retain more.

development potential.

After all, this is a new safety zone, and the new immigrants have little economic foundation. Whether it is for market development or social order stability, the government should provide some policy support.

On this issue, the response speed and attitude of the top management of the three companies have won unanimous support from the new immigrants, who once again felt that the management fees they usually paid were well worth the money.

Compared with cleaning and maintaining market order, taking the lead in negotiating with the government for policies and fighting for the merchants' own interests can better reflect the role of managers. If it were to negotiate on a household-by-household basis, the difficulty would be much greater and the success rate would be lower.

It will be much smaller.

There are some people who think more,

They compared the changes before and after a certain hero moved to the new seventh district, and found a very obvious trend. What the hero said when he first came here is gradually becoming reality.

He said that no matter what you do, you must first establish rules, then implement the rules, and finally protect the rules. As long as you do these three things, life will get better and better, and only then can you see hope in life.

The rules of the Crossroads Market were established by three immigration forces under his suggestion, and have been implemented under his supervision, and the effects are gradually showing.

Now, it seems that it is everyone's turn to protect the rules together. I just don't know if they can succeed in facing the management office. After all, the other party represents the behemoth alliance government. But as long as the hero who lives on the top floor of the transportation hub building is still there

, merchants can still have some confidence, or it can be called extravagant hope.

"Hey, whose horse is this? Where's the manure bag?" Cao Cao said when Cao Cao arrived, the shrill voice resounded over the intersection, breaking the tranquility and tranquility of the morning, and also scratched some people's wallets.

"My, my... this damn beast doesn't know how to eat well at work. He pooped all the way and forgot to hang up the manure bag when it was full. Now he poops again. What a stupid thing!"

Two middle-aged men immediately appeared at the baked bun stall on the roadside. They walked to the carriage with half a bun in their mouths. Instead of picking up the dung bag made of sacks, they picked up a whip and slapped their heads and faces.

The mule driving the car came and beat him, and he was scolded while beating him.

"Animals know the reward for their work after eating, but people rely on animals for food but don't know how to be grateful. What kind of world is this? Boss, is the food you sell here for people to eat, or for animals?"

This outburst of accusations and vicious actions successfully attracted the attention of the visitor. He stopped and looked at the horse and mule that could not break free from the rigging, and then turned to look at the coachman waving a whip. His expression seemed a little frightened, but

Not wanting to appear too cowardly, I simply pointed the finger at the stall owner.

"People eat, people eat, hey brother, welcome to eat, shovel the horse manure clean, pay the fine first, don't ruin our business!"

The stall owner was a chubby middle-aged woman, and behind her there was an old man in his late sixties who was baking buns with his waiter in the naan pit. Hearing these words, he immediately stopped what he was doing, raised his head and shouted to the two coachmen. The woman

My Chinese is a bit stiff, but my meaning is fairly clear.

"Fuck, eating melon seeds will bring out bugs, everyone has them! Let's go, don't eat, it's a bummer!" The driver didn't expect that the stall owners would also join in the booing. He looked around and saw that it was still early and there weren't many people on the street.

, but there are always a few alien costumes that catch my eye. Those who play hard are obviously alone and want to avoid suffering immediate losses.

"You can't leave until you pay a fine... The steamed stuffed buns and soup are served hot, and the horse manure is scooped up and kept. In exchange for the money for the carriage... it's still hot when you come back. You can't leave without paying!"

But the performance of the female stall owner surprised the driver very much. She brought the steamed buns and haggis soup bought by the two people to the naan pit and heated them. She tried her best to persuade the customers in very blunt Chinese to ask for a fine, and even said horse manure

It has become a good thing that can be exchanged for money.

"You two have met a kind-hearted person. She said to heat up the buns and offal soup first, and asked you to go to the market management to pay the fine. After you pay, you can come back and eat it still warm.

Shovel these horse manure and keep them. There is a special place for parking carriages in the north of the market. You can use the horse manure to offset the parking fee. Yin Liyajiang, fifteen steamed buns and three bowls of offal soup."

At this time, the nosy person spoke again. He translated the loose Chinese spoken by the female stall owner so that the two cart drivers could understand it better. Then he sat down at the only table and pushed the cart driver's two bowls away.

Go to one side and occupy most of the table.

"Brother... come on, light it..."

The two coachmen looked at each other with a relaxed look in their eyes, secretly glad that they didn't continue to be tough just now. This nosy old man was not alone, at least there were three people together.

When I first arrived, it was best not to make enemies if I could. Being able to stretch and contract was the true nature of traveling in the world. At this time, the older coachman immediately took out his cigarette and came over, offering one to him.

"This is my first time. Which company are you from?" The nosy took the cigarette but did not smoke it. Instead, he clamped it to his ear. He didn't care about the little friction just now and took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"The... brother from Changfeng Company doesn't look like an immigrant from Xinjiang Province, uu Reading www.uukanshu.com was evacuated, right?" The old coachman pulled over a bench and sat down, and carefully began to walk around.

"This place is no different than other safe areas. It has more ethnic groups and more rules. Some people don't drink, some are taboo on tobacco and alcohol, and some don't care. The old man in this family is relatively pious and doesn't smoke or drink.

But when you go out to do business, you can't pay so much attention. You can only endure it for the sake of living. We eat and then go somewhere else to smoke. We won't feel uncomfortable for a few minutes, but we can get a good impression. When we go out, someone will help us to say a word at a critical moment, and we can't guarantee everything.

It will be of great use."

While talking, a plate of baked buns and a bowl of offal soup were served. The nosy old man took out a very exquisite sheathed knife from his arms, took out a pair of bone knives from the scabbard, and put it into his mouth.

While stuffing his buns, he explained why the cigarette in his ears would not light up.

"The first few times this thing comes, I don't know where to go. If you ask me, it's all superfluous. You may not be able to eat enough, and I think these things are just for leisure." At this time, the younger coachman had already shoveled the horse manure clean, and the work was done.

After doing it, the mood was not completely calmed down, and the mouth was still dripping with dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!