Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Old Master Jiang felt that he had never experienced such a thrilling thing in his life. If his answer was wrong, the Jiang family would suffer a devastating disaster.

The difference is that Ding Yi feels that this world is for her to show her talents. Who would play a business war with them? She can't just play the game of ruling directly.

From now on, all the six major families will have to crawl at her feet.

Ding Yi looked at Mr. Jiang and saw through the tension beneath his calmness.

"Mr. Jiang, you are wrong. This is not the Jiang family. From now on, this land belongs to everyone in Yong State and to the country."

Under the threat of Ding Yi's guns and cannons, Mr. Jiang signed a series of unfair treaties, ceding half of his country to the people, and collecting as much as 90% of commercial taxes in the future.

There was no such thing as taxation in this world. Who would pay it? Who would collect it? The whole world was controlled by the six major families. If they collected it, it would just be like passing it from one hand to another.

Ding Yi's group broke out from among them with great force, catching the six major families off guard.

Grandpa Jiang breathed a sigh of relief as his family's lives were temporarily saved. A 90% tax rate was far less important than the Jiang family's size. The Jiang family had been passed down for so many generations, and their wealth could not be described in numbers. Even if they did nothing, the wealth accumulated by the Jiang family would be enough for them to live on.

As for those outside the Jiang family’s direct lineage, forget it. The Jiang family has been dealing with them for so long, that’s enough.

Ding Yi led his men to break through the other five bases at the fastest speed, with tax rates ranging from 70% to 90%. Mr. Jiang had a heart attack and found that his tax rate was the highest.

Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

For a long time thereafter, the Jiang family disliked other families. They fought one against five, and the business war was extremely fierce. Ding Yi sat on the mountain and watched the fight, and went to collect taxes every month with threatening weapons.

They wanted to refuse, but Ding Yi plundered them again and again. If they exceeded the limit by one day, they would be fined five times. During this process, the six major families lost many people, and all of them were activists who wanted to fight violence with violence. Ding Yi didn't know what it meant to show mercy. There were many innocent souls under the six major families. They had many ways to kill, but they didn't have the straightforward killing method like Ding Yi.

One shot leaves a bloody hole. If you are lucky, the person will be half dead. If you are unlucky, the person will be half dead and waiting to die.

It is even easier to gather a crowd to resist. One grenade can kill 80% of the crowd.

What else can I do? Should I go up with a knife?

The enemy could attack from a distance, but they could only fight in close combat with their knives. Before they could even get to the enemy, they were killed by a volley of bullets.

As for their decorative guns, forget it, they are just decorations. When using them, they will hurt themselves before hurting others.

It’s strange, why haven’t they thought of improving it after all these years?

It is too late to regret.

After dealing with the six major families and stationing the army in Xiangcheng, Ding Yi officially announced the establishment of the Yong Kingdom. All merchant families needed to be supervised and had to pay taxes when conducting business. If they violated the regulations, their property would be confiscated at the least, and the whole family would be sentenced to death at the worst.

Want to sacrifice one person to save the whole family? Don't even think about it. The vested interests, no one can escape.

The night before the establishment of Yong State, the Bai family received this explosive news: the leader of Yong State was the youngest daughter of the Bai family.

Mother Bai pinched Father Bai fiercely, stared at Ding Yi in disbelief, and murmured, "You said you didn't want to study anymore and wanted to conquer the world. Did you really mean it?"

Ding Yi puffed out his chest, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "Of course it's true, I never lie." If I lied to someone one day, it would prove that the other person was not a human being.

Bai Yue also pinched Bai's father and looked at Ding Yi with sparkling eyes, "Honghong, you are awesome."

Ding Yi's face suddenly fell. He had to say, the name Honghong was too vulgar. If he called her that in front of others, wouldn't she have any dignity?

"From now on, you don't need to call me Honghong outside." Ding Yi frowned and looked extremely serious.

"Got it, Honghong."

"Okay, Honghong."

Only Ding Yi was in a hurt world, fortunately there was someone to accompany her.

After being pinched twice by his wife and daughter, Mr. Bai grimaced in pain and successfully gave up the idea of ​​pinching himself. Needless to say, his arm must have been bruised, so he wanted to apply medicine and lie down.

His youngest daughter is already the leader of the Yong State. Shouldn't he retire and wait for death, instead of taking advantage of his youngest daughter? Who would still work in that crappy company, working so hard all month long, either at work or on the way to work overtime, working themselves to death, with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, which is barely enough for the family to eat, and they dare not get sick or lose their jobs.

He had a nice dream, but Ding Yi didn't give him a chance.

"Dad, I have a difficult task for you."

"What mission?"

"I hope Dad can help me keep an eye on the tax payment of the six major families."

Father Bai's face turned pale. The six major families were like the mountains above their heads. Although these mountains were not as majestic as before, they were still scary.

"Dad can't do that, Honghong, why don't you find someone else."

Ding Yi's eyes narrowed. It was Honghong again. Could this world not escape the vulgar name Honghong?

Looking at Mr. Bai with disapproval, Ding Yi put his hands on his hips like a rebellious child.

"Dad, you are my dad. If you don't help me, who else will?"

Tears come easily. He is an old actor.

Mr. Bai was in a panic. He quickly stepped forward and hugged Qingyi and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry. Dad was wrong. Dad will help you."

Ding Yi burst into laughter and the tears disappeared as easily as he said they would.

"you said."

Mr. Bai felt cheated, but the one who cheated him was his soft and sweet little daughter. Never mind, just let it be a cheat. A leaky little cotton-padded jacket is still a cotton-padded jacket, and it is better than nothing.

"Dad, don't worry, I will send someone to help you." Ding Yi felt embarrassed and comforted him, "Dad, I will set up a place for you to get familiar with the use of guns. Don't be afraid. The products produced by Yongguo are not the decorations of the six major families. As long as you don't use them against your own people, you will be safe."

Mr. Bai didn't know whether it was safe or not, but he just promised his little daughter that he would go ahead with it, because he couldn't let his little daughter look down on him.

After Mr. Bai's work was arranged, Ding Yi turned his attention to Mother Bai and Bai Yue.

Mother Bai looked at Ding Yi, then at Father Bai, pointed at her nose and asked, "Do I have a job, too?"

Ding Yi clapped his hands and smiled, "That's right, Mom, you don't want to help me, do you?"

The string in Bai's mother's head tightened and then broke. As a mother, how could she refuse her little daughter's coquettishness?

“Of course Mom will help you.” Mother Bai stood at attention, feeling a little nervous. She hadn’t worked for many years. Would it be possible?

"Mom, your job is very simple. You just need to organize people to go door to door to investigate and see what the public opinion is and whether they need help, especially the elderly and children."