Chapter 18: The Death of Tianbao (End)
Yang Sheng remained unruffled, smiling as he responded, "Consul Hart, where does this come from? Haven't the English tax officers you recommended taken up their positions at the tax bureau long ago?"
"My people can't do anything but drink tea and enjoy snacks. Your officials won't even let them see a verifying cargo manifest."
Yang Sheng widened his eyes in surprise, "Oh, it's like that? It can't be that serious, can it?"
"Why feign ignorance, Lord Yang? Isn't this precisely by your instruction?"
Hart's words were full of complaints.
Yang Sheng listened quietly for a while, then replied with a calm and gentle tone, "The tax bureau has not been established for long. Naturally, it has its own regulations and atmosphere. Getting Englishmen and our people to eat from the same pot isn't easy. Some bumps and scrapes are inevitable. Why make such a fuss, Consul?"
