Director Yang entered the office, and Peng Xingrong warmly shook hands with him.
Each year, the gifts he paid to this Director Yang were in the millions.
"Director Yang, why did you come personally?"
Director Yang's serious expression made him uneasy.
After the secretary left, he took out a document: "Chairman Peng, this time, I can't help you."
Peng Xingrong felt a tremor in his heart; on the document, it said "Punishment Notification."
He maintained a smile and opened it silently.
Upon seeing the penalty standard, his heart immediately sank to the bottom.
Just as Mr. Ruan had said, it's the maximum penalty!
Five times the total amount of tax evasion!
His hands trembled, and his face visibly turned pale.
"Director Yang..."
"Chairman Peng," Director Yang shook his head, "I really can't help you this time, this is the order from above, don't make it difficult for me."
Peng Xingrong was internally agitated, wanting to scold him right to his face.
Can't help me now?
