Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 803 - 433 Export Tax Rebate

Chapter 803: Chapter 433 Export Tax Rebate

Secretary Zhao said to both of them with a smile, "Let’s not stand on ceremony. Xiao Rui, just take out what you’ve prepared and show it to Boss Yan. We’re all young folks, if we’re too polite and waste half a day, we’re going to delay our meal! I’ve been busy for a while now, and my stomach’s growling!"

Li Rui smiled shyly, "Alright then, this is the export tax refund process I’ve written up, including where to apply for it. I’ve marked out the parts we can handle in our county, so just get your documents ready. Come over next Monday, and we’ll get all the changes that can be managed locally sorted out first. I’m not up to handling the city side of things, Boss Yan, you’ll have to apply for those yourself."

"This will do," Yan Fei said as he took the paper and had a glance— it was packed with writing. "It’s really quite complicated!"

"It’s like this at the start, but once it’s handled, you’ll only need to review some qualifications annually, which won’t be too much trouble. It’s just that getting things sorted in the first year can be challenging. But don’t worry, your business is on the city’s register. This is just a matter of completing the paperwork, and no one will give you a hard time about it," Li Rui explained with a smile.

"Good. Let’s eat first. I’ll look at this more when I go back. We’re close by; I can come over anytime," Yan Fei said, putting the paper away.

He had no idea that selling beef to Hong Kong counted as an export. You could apply for an export tax refund, which meant you could get back the taxes you had paid. This was the alternative offered when Secretary Jiao’s request for a tax exemption or reduction was not granted—a concession given by the city authorities upon noticing the situation.

Previously, all the paperwork for getting beef into Hong Kong was managed by people arranged by The Sixth Miss Guo’s family. She, like Yan Fei, was mostly in the dark about these matters and wasn’t clear on them—those unfamiliar with the processes thought that Hong Kong’s procedures were difficult to navigate when, in fact, they were quite simple. Even before Hong Kong returned to China, trade relations were tightly knit, and commercial exchanges were routine, let alone for the small amount of beef involved.

In truth, some small traders could make their way along mountain paths in the evening with their goods, sneak over to the other side, set up a nighttime market, and slip back before dawn. These traders couldn’t be considered smugglers; even customs officials could hardly be bothered to check, and if caught, it would result in a fine and sending them back. Sometimes they turned a blind eye, considering it an enrichment of the marketplace.

When Secretary Jiao first mentioned the export tax refund, Yan Fei was indifferent, finding the application process too cumbersome. It was only paying a bit more in taxes, and he couldn’t be bothered to apply. Of course, he didn’t outright tell Secretary Jiao he couldn’t be bothered; he just deferred it, saying he’d apply later.

That afternoon, however, when that fool called up and mentioned something about the tax matters, Yan Fei felt it was high time to get all the necessary paperwork sorted. Not because he was afraid the fool could really have someone check the books—such talk was a joke. The provincial departments wouldn’t directly meddle and send someone to inspect the accounts of a company in the county unless it was a significant tax evasion case; normally, that’s not how it worked.

Mainly, it was because his experience had broadened him. Yan Fei felt the need to prepare in advance. His beef would eventually be sold abroad, and it wasn’t boasting; Boss Yan was just that confident. If it were to be exported, then the paperwork would be troublesome. It was better to get some practice in now and get the necessary processes completed, rather than being inexperienced and panicking later on.

Originally, he had always wanted to export his beef, but back then, the idea of foreign countries felt distant to him. Even when he sold beef to foreigners in Provincial City, he still thought exports were a distant concern.

Experience and knowledge are accumulated over time, and it was only after his beef sold out that he realized that selling beef to Hong Kong counted as export!

So now, it wasn’t for any other reason than genuinely gaining experience.

This matter couldn’t just be handled by the two of them alone, they needed to bring two women as well. Heizi’s wife could be counted out for now, as her belly was getting bigger and it wasn’t suitable for her to run around. Xiang Rui and Ma Chao’s wife, Shao Pingping, still had to be brought along, for in the future, as the financial director and office manager of the Cow Flower Company, these two must understand these procedures.

Thinking this over, he felt that just two women were not enough, it would be best to also bring Heizi, the manager responsible for external affairs, so that he too could become familiar with the process.

In fact, the tasks at hand were very bothersome, things like changing company qualifications, bank accounts, and the like had to be altered. Fortunately, it was summer vacation, and the two had nothing else to do. They borrowed that smoke-belching Jeep from the police station, with Old Ou as the driver, hauling Heizi, Xiang Rui, and Shao Pingping. Yan Fei rode with his wife on a motorcycle, leading the way...

The process was indeed troublesome; it was slightly better at the county level, as most things were basic and didn’t require much approval from higher-ups, so they were handled directly. However, it was not the same at the city level; after a trip and the submission of documents, they had to wait for many business days, and this was after the deputy mayor’s secretary had given them a heads-up—the procedure was as such, with levels of reporting and approval, and they couldn’t rush it.

In the following days, apart from learning foreign languages, he kept busy with this matter, to the extent that the fool from Provincial City even had people call him twice more, and Yan Fei simply had no time to bother with it.

What they say about having a clear conscience and not fearing the knock of ghosts at the door was true. Perhaps there were people wracking their brains trying to evade taxes, but for Yan Fei, it didn’t matter if he paid a little more; he really wasn’t afraid of people coming to find trouble.

It’s true that to be tall is to attract the wind, but as long as a tree is deeply rooted, it can withstand all kinds of foul and strange winds; he was not afraid.

The matter of getting a tax refund for exports was not yet concluded when a new issue arose.

The old party secretary from the village to the west brought several villagers to his door; they hemmed and hawed without getting to the point for quite a while, which made Yan Fei anxious on their behalf. "Old secretary, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t you see I’m busy studying here? We’re neighbors, what can’t you say? It’s not like I’m going to let a tiger bite you, right?"

Seeing Yan Fei’s impatience, the old secretary clenched his teeth and finally spoke up, "In our village, several households want to set up greenhouses like you did. What do you think?"

"Setting up greenhouses is fine! Why do you need to tell me about it?" Yan Fei wondered for a moment, then realized the issue. "You don’t know how to set up greenhouses, right? Just go to Boss Ma, everyone knows him, right? He set up my greenhouses, just find him, and he’ll do."

Ever since he fell in love with studying, Yan Sanfen developed an unprecedented passion, even going so far as to bid ’goodnight’ in the foreign language to the dinosaurs he was about to butcher each night.

This attitude of vying for every second in his studies made Miss Xu Xiaoyan very happy, and she chose to turn a blind eye to Yanfei’s occasional rogue behavior, considering it a reward for his enthusiastic learning.

"Well, they haven’t done this before and want your guidance. We can’t grow mushrooms either, nor raise earthworms, just regular off-season vegetables. We have no experience and the investment is so large, we’re afraid of losing everything..." The old secretary, seeing Yan Fei holding his earphones in one hand and still looking at the incomprehensible book, hurriedly stated his purpose.