"But how should this be recorded in the books, and there is also Mr. Harris, the general manager of the four treasuries, and the royal accountant."
When the tax officer under Vilas heard what the chief said, he suddenly spoke anxiously.
If it were just a wool merchant, the taxes would not actually be that much. However, the difficulty was how to explain this matter to the director of the four treasuries and the royal accountant, and there was no way to record it in the books.
After all, the new dynasty has already made a break with the previous dynasty, and His Majesty even rode a dragon to burn Braavos, and even the millions of gold dragons owed to the largest creditor, the Iron Bank, were lost at once.
As for the remaining creditors, the Tyrosh Trading Company, the Lannister family, the Tyrell family, and the Hightower family, they are waiting for death and decline, and those who survived by chance do not dare to come to ask for their debts.
The policy of the Iron Throne is to start over, so no matter whether it is old accounts or past taxes, they will not be recognized. If you have the ability, you can come to the Iron Throne and ask Viserys in person to ask for the account.
There is a precedent for Lao Linman's incident. He is not the only one who has paid taxes thirty years later.
After hearing what his subordinate said, Vilas waved his hand to calm him down. He flipped through the book in his hand at will, and then closed it directly.
But what he was thinking about was the news that Finance Minister Illyrio told him a few days ago. He already had a plan in mind, and then he spoke.
"We can't make false accounts and no one will pay back taxes for Lao Linman. The money must still be collected."
"I'll talk to him personally."
Willas has always had some inconveniences in his legs and feet because he fell off a horse and broke his leg during a duel with Oberyn when he was young.
He used crutches to board the carriage embroidered with golden roses, and he was accompanied by several followers of the Tyrell family. The carriage was extremely comfortable and valuable. After all, Willas is now the captain of Star Shuttle City.
The face of the Lear family.
"Eel Lane."
Then he explained something, and the driver of the carriage nodded in response, and then the wheels rolled towards the destination.
Eel Alley is located in Visenya Hills, which is also named in memory of the original great queen. Visenya Hills is a commercial district in King's Landing. There are many shops here, mainly inhabited by some of the middle-class and even middle-class people in King's Landing.
Lower family.
The Tyrell family's carriage drove to Eel Alley and attracted the attention of the residents here, because everyone in King's Landing knew that even though the Tyrell family had suffered hardships, it was still very wealthy and had a profound foundation that should not be underestimated.
This was the result of Miss Margaery Tyrell's crazy spending of money, and it was also the idea of Lady Olenna, the Queen of Thorns.
"If the Tyrell family doesn't pretend to be strong, those jackals will not be able to help but pounce on them."
However, the residents of Eel Alley only paid attention to the Tyrell family's carriage and did not swarm around it like the poor people in Flea Bottom to ask for rewards, because the income level of the residents here is pretty good compared to King's Landing.
The Tyrell family's carriage stopped in front of a store in Eel Alley that looked pretty good, and then Willas jumped out of the carriage with a cane in hand and the help of an attendant.
"Where did this wind come from, and it actually blew Lord Vilas here?"
"I can smell the fragrance of roses from a long distance away."
A young man with brown hair and a cane was wearing decent clothes, with a golden rose embroidered on his chest, and a ruby ring on his finger. He walked into the woolen products store with a cane. A man with a fat figure,
The old man with half-white hair hurriedly came out to greet him.
He is a wool merchant from White Harbor, responsible for reselling wool products from the North to King's Landing. However, business is not easy to do now. The North was originally a place rich in wool, but due to the invasion of the White Walkers, the North fell.
, so Lao Linman could only be forced to import expensive appearances from trading city-states and process them himself.
Money is no longer valuable, prices are rising, and people are running out of money. These three factors are pressing down like a mountain, and Lao Linman has lost all his savings.
Old Linman has been running this store in King's Landing for decades, starting from the time of Mad King Aerys II. He has accumulated a lot of savings and continues to grow bigger and stronger.
At that time, the mad king was notorious and often set fire to nobles. Old Linman also felt deeply disgusted and denounced the mad king as a faint king. However, until the rebels he supported broke into King's Landing and burned, killed and robbed old Linman's family property in an instant.
Most of it.
Then Robert Baratheon, the rebel leader who became the king, imposed excessive taxes and was immoral. Thirty years later, the old Linman's family fortune was completely ruined.
Hanged himself.
However, it has only now gradually returned to normal, but the wool production base in the north has still not recovered, and it is necessary to import high-priced wool from the trading city-states.
Although the market has generally returned to normal, I can still save a little. After all, I actually paid taxes for thirty years.
Old Linman was unwilling to give up and still had some luck. Now that there were no tax collectors to cause trouble, he was still not used to it.
When tax collectors first set up merchants, the merchants' countermeasures were to hire some mercenaries, use magic to defeat magic, and fight against the ruffians and mercenaries.
Therefore, this time he also spent a small amount of money to hire a few mercenaries, and every time the tax officials came, he would drive them away with rough and tumble tactics.
However, this time Lord Willas of the Tyrell family, the empire's tax accountant, arrived in person. Old Linman still did not dare to play any tricks. He could only ask the mercenaries to hide aside and go out to greet him.
After Villas came in, he did not exchange greetings, but bluntly stated his intention. Then Lao Linman's expression changed and he looked aggrieved, and then he complained loudly, hoping that the tax chief would see him paying such a pitiful amount.
The nobleman exempted him from taxes.
"I really have no money, Lord Villas."
"I did not lie to you."
The half-white-haired old man looked aggrieved, then took out his account book and made it clear that he was not risking his life for the money.
"Are you really out of money?"
However, Villas nodded slightly when he saw old Linman's exaggerated performance, and then asked seriously.
"That's right."
"I really have no money."
Old Linman didn't know what Vilas meant by confirming again, so he could only scratch his hair and then nodded and repeated it.
"I have a method here that allows you to borrow money first at a very low interest rate."