87: Chapter 87 What? I have to pay taxes too?

On the way back, Zhao Jian received a call from the bank asking about the source of his funds.

Although he was not a government employee and theoretically the bank had no right to investigate him, failing to answer would likely lead to his account being frozen. Coming clean would save him a lot of trouble.

The bank representative was very polite. After recording the source of his funds, they gently reminded him to remember to pay taxes.

Zhao Jian felt no gratitude at all, thinking to himself: "What? I have to pay taxes on money I earned through the system too?"

However, thinking about the 600 million that had come in, the tax amount was negligible. He felt relieved and hired a temporary accountant—the kind that costs 300 yuan a month—to help him with tax registration.

Arriving home, he went to bed early. In the morning, he was woken up by a phone ringtone. The caller ID showed Zhang Tao.

"Hi little brother, do you have time tonight?"

Only a day since they last met, and she's already this impatient? Zhao Jian was shocked. Then he whispered: "Why didn't you call me last night?"

It was just morning. Last night was much closer than tonight. Could it be that Good Older Sister had waited for him all night? But he, feeling sleepy, had just been fast asleep.

"Huh? It's my grandfather's birthday today, what about last night?" Zhang Tao didn't understand. It was fortunate she didn't, or else Zhao Jian would have felt quite awkward.

He hurriedly said: "I have time, I have time. What hobbies does our grandfather have? I'll prepare some gifts."

"No need, it's just a meal with family. I've already prepared the gifts."

"That won't do; it's the thought that counts."

Zhao Jian had just received 600 million; as long as he didn't buy yachts or planes, or commit illegal acts, he couldn't spend it all in a lifetime. He didn't need to worry at all about whether the gift would be expensive enough.

Plus, he still had a ginseng root. Although mainstream medicine currently considers this stuff not a supplement but a poison, it had been passed down for thousands of years. Even if it was useless, the old man would be happy just looking at it displayed at home.

If he liked antiques, he also had a faqiu seal. It was an object over a thousand years old, so it wouldn't be embarrassing to bring out.

Of course, if the old man liked health preservation, he would just have to pay an "IQ tax" and buy some expensive health supplements. It was a pity he was too old to drink alcohol, otherwise, he could have gifted two bottles of '82 Lafite.

"Alright then. My grandfather doesn't really have any hobbies. Antiques? Calligraphy and paintings? It's best to buy him a fake one. He's not a true lover of them; he got addicted to listening to 'Grave Robbery Notes' and 'Ghost Blows Out the Light,' which is why he became interested in antiques."

So he's a fellow reader. It seems the faqiu seal has found a worthy owner.

Zhao Jian hung up the phone and wanted to go back to sleep, but the system screen was glaring, keeping him awake.

[Today's Intelligence (Blue): Tonight, Zhang Tao's grandfather is hosting a birthday banquet. Originally, only a few close friends and family were attending. However, Grandpa Zhang invited a friend from his youth. Back then, they had arranged a child marriage for their children, agreeing to become in-laws. But Zhang Tao's father ran away from home and only returned to the Zhang family after getting married, causing the engagement to be called off. Now, Grandpa Li is bringing his grandson to the birthday banquet and will publicly propose marriage to Zhang Tao on behalf of his grandson during the banquet. Constrained by his guilt towards the Li family, Grandpa Zhang will certainly agree. It is recommended to stop them before the proposal.]

Stop them before the proposal. Zhao Jian was considering whether to arrange a big transport truck at the entrance or just slap them in the mouth when they met. However, in a society ruled by law, it would be best to make the other party retreat in the face of difficulties. Using violent means would inevitably lead to jail time.

The birthday banquet was in the evening. There was still plenty of time. He went out to buy clothes. They didn't need to be too expensive, but they had to show some class.

Just as he was leaving, his phone rang again. He thought to himself that he was quite busy today. He answered. This time it was Su Wanyin.

"Hubby~ Baby~ Darling~ Are you free today?"

He originally was, but her random shouting had shouted his free time away. "I'm not free, I'm going to buy clothes." As he spoke, he went out to hail a taxi.

Zhao Jian just hated that he hadn't gotten his driver's license earlier; otherwise, he could have shown off tonight. But regret was useless.

"Shopping? Where are you? I'll accompany you!"

Su Wanyin had found a new job, and her monthly salary had nearly doubled. Furthermore, after bribing the debt collector and warning her father, she hadn't been harassed again. She had been incredibly happy these past few days.

Zhao Jian had also helped a lot with her new job. She really wanted to repay him. Hearing that Zhao Jian was going to the mall, she, being off work, immediately felt that her chance had come!

Zhao Jian didn't mind sending his location to her. Girls generally had decent taste in clothing. After all, they spent a lot of time learning about outfits and matching. Unlike him, who bought either black or white, dressing either like a real estate agent or a wedding emcee.

When he arrived at the city center, Su Wanyin was already waiting there. The place she rented was closer to the city center.

"Baby! Over here." The woman was very excited to see Zhao Jian. Her high heels clicked as she ran over and linked her arm with his.

As the saying goes, one shouldn't strike a smiling face. Zhao Jian couldn't bring himself to push her away forcefully. Besides, he also felt good about it.

Su Wanyin was wearing light makeup, her bright face fair with a hint of pink. She was very delicate.

"Why did you think of buying clothes today? Is there an event to attend? Different occasions require different outfits." "Don't worry, Good Younger Sister will not only make you look handsome today but will also pay the bill, you know."

Pay the bill? Zhao Jian turned his head and looked at her. It was like looking at an idiot. This woman hadn't spent much money on him during college. After graduation, she had even run off to Kyoto for a high salary. Could she really be willing to pay the bill?

"A friend's grandfather's birthday, I guess it's a family banquet?" After he finished speaking, his arm was gripped tightly. But it quickly returned to the original pressure.

Su Wanyin forced a smile: "Oh, it's that Good Older Sister of yours who invited you, right?" "Yes." The pressure increased again. This time, Su Wanyin was silent for a moment. She probably needed a moment to compose herself.

Zhao Jian didn't let her off, asking: "You just said you'd pay the bill?" "Yes!" Her voice was gritted through her teeth.

"Then I want to buy Brioni! I want the one that costs 200,000 per piece!"

"You!!" Su Wanyin had originally been in low spirits because of jealousy. Now, not only did her air pressure rise, but her blood pressure did too. She took a deep breath. She had wanted to calm the feeling of grinding her teeth in hatred inside, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She pinched Zhao Jian's arm hard: "Say that again."

"I want to buy." "Not that sentence, the one before." "Oh, you just said you'd pay the bill?" Zhao Jian recalled their conversation for a moment and remembered the process.

"I didn't say that!" Su Wanyin denied it. Actually, Zhao Jian didn't really want her to spend money. After all, this woman had only been working for a few days, and her debts weren't even paid off. How could she have money to buy him clothes worth hundreds of thousands? She could barely even get a loan. It was just a boring, mischievous hobby of his.

The two entered the specialty store. Su Wanyin looked at the Brioni store name. She felt a bit nervous inside. She gripped Zhao Jian's arm even tighter. She really couldn't afford the clothing here.

Sensing that the woman beside him's heartbeat was accelerating, Zhao Jian patted the back of her hand, signaling her not to worry.

"Welcome, do the two of you need a custom suit or would you like to look at the ready-to-wear collection?" The salesperson was very polite. Although she judged from Zhao Jian and Su Wanyin's attire that these were likely just two customers window-shopping—almost impossible to make a sale—she still stepped forward to serve them, based on professional conduct.