He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran made a special trip to the Finance Department, took care of her routinely, and then asked Zhao Juan: "Sister Zhao, it's the tax filing period recently. I'm going to trouble you to have more snacks."

Zhao Juan's eyes flashed, then smiled: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I will do it well."

Song Ran returned to his office with confidence and discussed some plans for this year with Director Li.

Director Li looked at her and chuckled lightly: "You come to the company every day these days, does Chief Gu have no objection? Are your two children not sticking to you?"

Song Ran stretched out his hand and pressed his temple: "Well, I have asked my sister to help me as a manager. When that time comes, I will be fully responsible for the operation of Wanyi. On the one hand, you can help me do things, and on the other hand, Director Li, you can use all your energy. The management actors are on."

Director Li nodded: "Well, now there are so many people in the company, I really can't spare the energy to take care of so many things. Your decision is right. If you are looking for it, you should look for it as soon as possible."

Song Ran nodded: "I have asked my sister and brother-in-law to find someone who is reliable and can be trusted by me, so probably not so fast."

The two discussed again, had a meal at noon, and had a meeting with the staff in the afternoon.

In the evening, Zhao Juan knocked on her door and came in, saying that the tax filing had been completed, and a receipt from the tax office would be sent in two days.

Song Ran nodded: "Well, okay, thank you very much, Sister Zhao."

Because Song Ran’s company has always been the accountant since the establishment of Song Ran’s company, she did not think too much.

She has always filed taxes. Who would think so much?

Three days later, the receipt from the tax office was sent over, and Zhao Juan just put it away, and did not show it to Song Ran.

Song Ran had forgotten to come here because of his busy schedule at the beginning of the year. This matter was so delayed.

Song Ran was almost busy with the things at hand, and she was relieved, thinking about asking Gu Jingxing if his parents had figured out any good days after going back in the evening.

In the afternoon, she was going to return to the Second Artillery Corps early. As soon as she got out of the small building, she saw two black cars coming outside the yard.

"Tax Audit" was written on the body, and she faintly felt a little uneasy.

The security guard interrogated him, and when he looked up and saw Song Ran, he ran over and whispered: "Mr. Song, it is from the tax bureau that he wants to see you."

Song Ran said calmly, "Let them in quickly."

The two black tax inspection vehicles drove into the small yard like this. Song Ran looked at the two middle-aged men in tax bureau uniforms who got out of the vehicle with a decent smile, and said politely: "Is there anything wrong?"

The headed man looked serious: "Are you Wanyi's legal person?"

Song Ran nodded: "Yes, I am Song Ran, Wanyi's legal person."

The tax officer became more serious: "Go to your office and say."

Song Ran's heart chuckles, what does this mean? People from the tax bureau came to her door. She has always been in business seriously and has never thought of tax evasion.

Her husband is a military commander and her father is a cabinet member. In case she has some bad rumors, it is easy to affect them.

Moreover, she is not short of the money.

When the two tax officials and Song Ran entered the small building together, they happened to ran into Zhao Juan. Zhao Juan was very flustered, but still tried to maintain her composure.

Song Ran brought two tax officials into his office, and then asked the army to serve them tea.

The tax officer said unkindly: "We are not here to drink tea. We received a report saying that your company concealed income and evaded taxes."