"Little boss, you obviously asked the stall owner how much it costs per pound, why did the penguin hit me?"

When Gabriel came out of the gate of the fish market, he was still rubbing his face with his hands and muttering: "I was slapped in the face by a girl many times before, and admitted that they deserved it. This time I was beaten by a penguin?

My God! You can imagine that it is actually a... Penguin? What's even more hateful is that it is so small!"

"That's not a penguin, it's a little blue penguin to be precise.

Who made you ugly? The three of us should be handsome, and the beautiful, your face scared it. Now you should thank Winnie for not beating you."

Han Xuan said this with great grudge. He held a king crab on his chest. Later, the unlucky guy who was unfortunately caught would almost turn into a big meal on a plate.

King crabs, dolphins and whales are all marine animals, but because of their low IQ, they are not popular. Even the extreme animal protectors who like to pick on the most are not included in the protection list.

Gabriel, who heard the boss's words, covered his face with his hands and was psychologically damaged. Fortunately, he had been hit by him for more than a day or two, so he could accept it calmly.

Before, Han Xuan and the others rode electric motorcycles, Obama followed behind. The distance was not long for it. At this time, they were walking in front with great energy and fighting with the fat dick lying on its back...

Anya was carrying a bag of clams and looked at the seafood restaurants on both sides of the road. At around 6 o'clock in the evening, many restaurants were filled with guests, most of which were tourists and many locals. The oncoming sea breeze was filled with charming fragrance from various cooking foods, which made her swallow her saliva.

At this moment, he walked a few steps to come to Han Xuan. Han Xuan offered to help her get things. Anya smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, they are not heavy, I can handle them."

After buying seafood, you can come here and let the restaurant help process it into delicious food, right? Why don’t we eat directly in these restaurants?”

"Can they help, the travel manual says that you only need to pay a little processing fee to the restaurant. What's wrong? Don't you want to eat barbecue?" Han Xuan asked Anya: "I think it's more fun to grill yourself. I haven't personally grilled something for a long time, but it's okay if you want to eat here. You called my mom just now, what did she say? Will she come?"

"If she didn't come to see us, she was going to attend the party tonight. She said that it was a friend who specially organized it to welcome her. She couldn't leave and might go back to the hotel later.

I like to eat barbecue, but I found that there seemed to be insufficient time. There was still a concert waiting for us in the evening, right? I still have more than an hour to leave the venue."

After Anya finished speaking, Han Xuan stopped and looked at her, almost forgot to go to the concert tonight. He was smart, but sometimes he was also confused.

Suddenly, I realized that I spoke and said, "Yes, the performance starts at about 8 o'clock. There must be no time to go to the barbecue, so eat nearby.

Dawson, make another call. I don’t have my cell phone in my hand now. Tell my dad about the dining spot. He should still be near Hyde Park and it won’t take long to come here..."

They casually found a restaurant at home and asked the waiter to help deal with the seafood ingredients they had just bought. They found a table to sit and wait. After a while, Dad Han also came, sweating profusely and his back was sweaty.

Han Xuan asked him: "How come he looks like this?"

"What else can I do? Go and buy a house? I'll accompany the agent for an afternoon. I've chosen the restaurant location. The landlord will come to me tomorrow to sign a contract.

Close to the Sydney Bridge and not far from the Sydney Opera House, an old building from the late 19th century was said to have been used as a bar and later turned into the headquarters of a shipping company. It was not until it went bankrupt the previous year and was bought away by someone and stayed idle until today.

The three-story building is only more than 600 square meters in total, which is barely enough. The house price in Sydney is really cheap, and the price is only more than 4 million US dollars..."

Han Xuan told: "The geographical location sounds pretty good. This price is indeed not expensive. Australia's prices are high, but the government is very strict in regulation."

Some time ago, Trump speculated in real estate in New York and London respectively. When his approach catered to government needs and stimulated the economy, the governments of the two places ignored this and instead cooperated to help.

But when the housing market heats up to a certain stage, several regulations on raising property taxes and transaction taxes emerged suddenly, like a basin of cold water pouring on the real estate market, and the rising trend of housing prices was immediately curbed.

In most Western countries, you can’t just buy the house. The local government will also impose a certain property tax every year. Take the United States as an example. Each state stipulates a different tax rate, which is about 0.8% to 3%, and most are 1.5%, which is paid in the first and second half of the year.

Han Xuan’s top-floor mansion at 220 South Central Park, Manhattan, pays millions of dollars a year for property tax alone.

In Kensington Garden Street, Palm Springs Villa, Seventeen Li Bay Villa, etc., all of his houses in his name add up to more than 20 million US dollars in a year, but in fact, various accounting firms helped him avoid a large part of it, and the actual amount paid was not high, even less than 2 million US dollars.

At the end of April every year, Han Xuan would receive a tax record form that needed to be transported by truck. Even he himself couldn't figure out everything, just look at the final summary report. It was really hard for the employees of the Federal Taxation Bureau to check all of them. Even the tax that was under the previous year's previous year was found.

The fact that he dared to investigate the accounts for the Federal Taxation Bureau shows that he had already made perfect fake accounts, and the real accounts were all in his mind. He was not so stupid that he always had the account books waiting to be reported and exposed like in TV series or movies.

In recent years, the total expenses he paid to various accounting firms exceeded 3 billion US dollars. The money was not for nothing. They helped save every penny of tax that could save for Han Xuan. Some "special" needs were also done to meet, such as hiding assets and transferring funds. Of course, the expenses were not low.

After New York, Trump's real estate speculation group has been in London for more than half a year and spent several months closing the network, making a total profit of more than 300 million US dollars, which makes him very happy.

Han Xuan didn't care about the money. He was cheating. In fact, there were not many small investments and high returns. More than 300 million US dollars were already a number that was enough to drive other businessmen to crazy.

I continued to talk to my dad about decoration. Soon after, the dishes made from the seafood just now were delivered to the table. I was originally ready to grill, so I bought them with my bodyguards. The portion was very large. Dawson and Jason sat at the next table and were also preparing to enjoy a seafood meal.

Unlike the tastes I had eaten at Seattle Seafood buffet restaurant before, the chefs in this restaurant are Chinese. There are many Chinese living in Australia, with a total size of more than 500,000. Han Xuan specially asked the chef to add a little chili, which was not too spicy. He lived in the United States for a long time and his tongue could no longer withstand the severe spicy stimulation, and Anya couldn't eat too much spicy.

The king crab, which was tragically dismembered by the chef's sword, was placed in two large bowls and placed on the table, eating and drinking with chopsticks.

After taking a bite, the tears were almost flowing out. Its stomach was made of iron, and it ate everything people ate. But the pepper was not on Fat Ding's recipe. Its little ears drooped, revealing its small pink tongue. He asked Han Xuan for ice water...

"Symphony?" I learned from my son that I would go to the Sydney Opera House to watch the symphony performance later. Dad Han shook his head quickly and continued, "I won't go. What's the point of that thing? Your mother has pulled him there several times before, and I fell asleep every time."

People often say that three generations have cultivated true aristocrats. Han Xuan had an adult mind as soon as he was born and was not considered aristocrats. He just went to join in the fun tonight, and his father was the same. He could not enjoy such a high-end performance as a symphony.

"Whatever you do, my mom will attend the party and may not go back to the hotel very late, otherwise you will go back first."

“…It’s late?

After thinking about it carefully, let’s go together. After listening to it, you can sleep well. Symphony can help you sleep.”

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Chapter completed!