I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"...Yes, Lord President, because an unexpected powerful ghost appeared, the temptation of that guy failed to be implemented as planned."

Outside the cozy bus ramen noodle restaurant, in the darkness not far away, a figure wrapped in a black robe stood quietly.

"However, the Spirit Slayers Association should think that it is only an indiscriminate attack against them, and it will be distracted instead."

The strange mask pattern on the figure's face faintly formed a "three" character.

"According to the current observations, as Mr. President said, that guy, although his appearance is ugly, but his strength is far superior to the average spirit remover, and he is an opponent worthy of serious treatment."

"Moreover, I found an interesting place, which may be his weakness."

"Understand, I will not act rashly, everything will be implemented as planned..."

After the communication, the figure directly smashed the old-fashioned mobile phone in his hand, and then disappeared into the darkness.

"Until, kill Araki Sosuke."

...

The next day, early morning.

In front of the old "one-family building" door, the nameplate of the households with "Araki" written in crooked fonts, shining brightly in the morning sun.

"Dingdong...dingdong...dingdong..."

Evenly spaced and polite doorbells awakened the sleeping Araki Sosuke.

"Yawn... early in the morning... who... don't you know if someone tossed all night yesterday and didn't sleep?"

When he walked into the courtyard naked, he saw a man and a woman in suits already waiting outside the courtyard.

From a distance, seeing Araki Sosuke's sturdy body covered in tattoos, slanted blindfolds, and fierce eyes lacking sleepy eyes, the woman in a suit quickly hides behind the man with a pale face as if she has seen an evil spirit.

"That... is that the new tenant here... Mr. Araki...?"

Only the man with glasses left, swinging his legs, holding up the last trace of courage, and asking respectfully with a trembling voice.

A certain question on the road when I came, has already revealed the answer in my heart at this moment.

Those who dare to live in this murderous house that can't be destroyed by a typhoon are indeed a peerless murderer...

"Ah, I just...let's say it first. I don't order anything, don't take a loan, can't afford to buy a house, don't confirm any courier or bank transfer, I don't have any equipment to watch HNK TV at home, I don't have anything to donate, and I don't have it yet. I don't want to work hard."

Sosuke Araki rubbed his sleepy eyes and stated his position slightly uncomfortably.

"No, we didn't come because of these things..."

The man cautiously bowed at a ninety degree posture, and presented his identity certificate across the goalkeeper.

"We are from the Taitung District Taxation Bureau. This is my business card and work certificate."

It seems that they know the legend of this house, and the two have no plans to enter the house.

"Tax...Inland Revenue Department?"

Looking at the information on the business card, Araki Sosuke suddenly felt a headache.

"Don't look at the villa I live in. Let's not mention the fact that I am a vagrant now. In my previous job, I paid the withholding tax for me. Moreover, it is not yet the time for the year-end remittance..."

It's not just him, anyone who meets the tax bureau will have the same face.

The tax department is the last person every Japanese wants to deal with, and there is no one.

There are many types of taxation in Japan, and the national taxation and local taxation departments simultaneously impose various complicated taxation items on personal income.

Therefore, at the end of the year, most people will hire a professional "tax accountant" to "overall planning" their personal annual tax revenue, so as to make reasonable use of various policies, create a clever project to supplement costs, and plan the most reasonable tax amount.

Often at this time, major shopping malls will also engage in promotional activities for computers, cameras, operating appliances, and professional equipment that can be included in "expenses" and "costs".

However, none of the above has much to do with the strikers who are hovering in the first levy level of Sosuke Araki.

"Mr. Araki, we did not come for personal income tax, but for solid capital tax..."

After the man helped his glasses and confirmed that there was only one house around, he took out a document from his bag.

"Well, according to the registered lease agreement signed by you and the owner of the house, you will be responsible for the fixed capital tax during the lease term, right?"

He read the terms of the information carefully, for fear that if he mispronounced a word, he would be drawn in by the terrible man across the wall and encounter such terrible things.

"Solid and solid tax?"

Hearing these three words, Araki Sosuke seemed like a bolt from the blue, and the sleepiness that enveloped him instantly disappeared.

"Asshole Lesson Nine... No, this must be the old man's conspiracy..."

Big and careless! ! !

After avoiding the town’s dues, I forgot about it...

In Japan, owners of real estate are required to pay fixed asset tax and urban planning tax each year according to the value of the property assessed by the tax authority, collectively referred to as solid capital tax.

Among them, the fixed asset tax in Tokyo is 1.4% of the appraised property price, and the urban planning tax is 0.3% of the appraised property price.

In some lease contracts, it is also agreed that the tenant should bear this part of the tax.

"Here is the payment slip for real estate tax. You can choose to pay in four installments a year, or you can pay it in one lump sum, which can be processed at nearby banks and convenience stores..."

After handing in the real estate tax payment slip and stating the "what you need to know" soullessly, the two tax bureau staff departed at a speed as if they were being chased by criminals.

"...Please pay attention to the payment within the specified time. If the property tax payment is delayed, a maximum of 14.6% may be incurred. If the arrears are too long, the relevant agencies may impose compulsory seizure of the house or income."

In their minds, even if this resident refuses to pay the tax, there should be no staff willing to risk his life to come to the door for "compulsory seizure".

"one two three four……"

Only the pale-faced Sosuke Araki, with a trembling voice, counted the numbers on the payment slip in his hand in a desolate manner.

The Inland Revenue Department’s guidance and evaluation price for a house is estimated based on uniform standards such as regional land price, construction year, and floor space, regardless of whether you are a murderous house or not.

Therefore, the luxurious one-family building that Araki Sosuke lives in has a large area, a garage and front and rear yards, and the building area is far beyond the scope of tax reductions that can be applied for.

After comprehensively considering several renovations and depreciation, the government assessed the value at more than 60 million yen.

In other words, when he lives in this house, the annual solid capital tax he needs to pay is...

"……one million?!"

This has far exceeded the rent of the apartment in front of Tibet for nearly a year.

"Even if you pay quarterly, it costs more than 200,000 yuan at a time..."

This is a deadly huge sum of money that is enough to plunge Araki Sosuke into a financial crisis and defeat his fragile capital chain after his "wild squandering".

The tax bureau is indeed a more terrifying existence than hell.

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