America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 600 IRS Head

Instead of looking for anyone else, McKinley turned to the IRS.

The so-called IRS refers to the US Federal Internal Revenue Service.

This organization was founded during the Civil War.

The President of the United States at that time, the great Mr. Lincoln, found that the government revenue could not cope with the huge civil war military expenditure, and when the treasury was empty, he decided to levy personal income tax.

During the war, it is obviously unrealistic to collect a lot of taxes and communicate calmly.

In addition, the American people have a tradition of resisting taxes since ancient times.

Strictly speaking, the fuse of American independence is tax resistance.

Therefore, the martial arts of this organization are quite abundant, and the members are also very wild.

Basically, what the army has, they also have. The methods of taxation include but are not limited to arson, kidnapping, seizure, etc.

After the war, due to legal considerations, the federal government stopped collecting personal income taxes, but retained customs duties and excise taxes.

The IRS also survived.

Although the staff was downsized to 200 at one point, the fine tradition of domineering is still very well maintained.

In recent years, calls for re-imposition of personal income tax have become increasingly louder.

Because the public believes that tycoons and rich people in various industries are crazily accumulating money, their wealth has skyrocketed, and they are also evading consumption taxes and tariffs in various ways.

In addition, the federal government's Civil War debts have not been paid off, and not long ago it owed another debt due to the Spanish-American War.

The federal government tried for a while with a progressive personal income tax, but it was quickly declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court.

However, the federal government did not give up and began to try to impose an alternative "consumption tax" on the company's net income.

This approach bypasses the Constitution.

The IRS has regrouped, armed itself again, and is always ready to fight tax evaders.

Danny Green, then head of the IRS, was called into the Oval Office by McKinley.

"Is the job going well?" McKinley asked straight to the point. "I mean the corporate income tax."

It’s okay if you don’t ask, but when you ask Green, you will cry:

"Large companies, uh, large companies will review their declarations, maybe, there may be tax evasion, small companies, um, small companies will either lose money, or be swallowed up by big companies soon."

Isn't that right, under your policy, Your Excellency, the monopoly is intensifying, and there is no room for small companies to survive.

"We shouldn't be afraid of the power of big companies and stop attacking them." McKinley said earnestly. "If this continues, the corporate income tax will not be implemented, and the federal fiscal revenue will not increase."

If it weren't for McKinley being the president, Green would have rushed up and smashed the fat man's face.

How can this guy say such high-sounding words?

"Then which one do you think we should start with?" Green suppressed his nausea and asked McKinley with a smile.

"I think we can start with Chen Jianqiu's company." McKinley adjusted his sitting posture, "I have the best relationship with him, but because of this, from the federal point of view, he also has to pay taxes."

"Who?" Green thought for a moment that he hadn't heard clearly.

"Chen Jianqiu, what's the matter?" McKinley looked at Danny Green strangely.

Green turned and ran.

Not a single hello.

It is reasonable to say that this is a very impolite and ungentlemanly behavior, which is very rare in McKinley's government team.

Except for Green.

He himself was first a sheriff in the west, and then became a state legislator in California. Strictly speaking, he was born recklessly.

No one knew better than him what Chen Jianqiu's name represented in the southwestern frontier.

Mr. President simply does not understand the gold content of the title "King of the West".

Ask him to check Chen Jianqiu's tax?Might as well let him die!
McKinley's left cheek was shaking.

How could I choose such a person as the head of the IRS?I never thought he was so cowardly before!

"Mr. Green! Mr. Green!" The secretary of the president ran out and stopped the tax commissioner who was about to walk out of the White House gate.

Green turned his head, saw the secretary chasing him out, and waved at him:
"If Mr. President insists on asking me to find trouble with Chen Jianqiu, I'd better ask him to hire another Gao Ming. If it doesn't work, I won't be the director of the bureau anymore."

"Mr. Green, don't be nervous, things may not be what you think." President McKinley walked out with his hands behind his back.

He opened the door of a room near the main entrance, stood at the door and turned his head towards Green, beckoning him to come in and talk.

Green reluctantly walked into the small room with the president.

"Mr. President, it's not that I'm unwilling to perform my duties." He spread his hands towards the President, "I don't think it's a good choice to move Chen at this time."

"Listen, Green, I don't mean to have a showdown with Chen. We are still friends." McKinley said to Green, "But even the best friends have to follow the federal law, because they are American citizens."

"I just hope that you can understand the actual situation, and then I will find a suitable time to chat with him, and you don't need to be violent."

However, the head of the Internal Revenue Service is not a fool, and it is not so easy to get involved.

Not showing his cards means that he cannot get permission from the court.

Obviously, the president is not sure about this matter, and if something goes wrong, he might turn around and sell himself.

Unreliable, too unreliable.

"Forgive me, Mr. President, I can't think of any way to know the specific situation without checking the accounts." Green couldn't live or die.

A look of disappointment appeared on the president's face.

"I thought my head of the Internal Revenue Service should be a strong man who is not afraid of power and fearless. It seems that I was wrong."

However, his aggressive method is still useless in Old Youtiao Greena.

The latter threatened to resign.

McKinley suddenly felt that his own president had failed in doing this.

He wished he could approve Green's resignation on the spot.

"My next running mate, the nomination for vice president is still open." The president sighed. "I had great expectations of you."

Green originally planned to open the door and go out, but he hesitated when he heard the president's words.

McKinley clasped his hands behind his back.

He's giving the IRS chief a chance to think and hesitate.

It is dangerous to provoke Chen Jianqiu, but the nomination of vice president is also extremely attractive.

If he can really reach the sky in one step, then his life will be considered complete.

After the battle between heaven and man for a long time, Green's mouth popped out:
"Okay, I'll try."

There is no court approval, which means that only unannounced visits are possible.

But unannounced interviews are not easy, and getting enough evidence is even more impossible.

Chen Jianqiu's "Financial and Legal Center" is not a place that ordinary people can enter.

After Green returned to the Internal Revenue Service, he locked himself in his office for an entire afternoon, but he didn't think of a good solution.

He decided to talk to his deputy, Alan Jackson.

"What? Want to check Chen's company?" Hearing what his leader said, Jackson raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Green raised his head buried in his hands.

He found his deputy looking directly at him with a smile.

Green couldn't understand his deputy's expression. He felt that Jackson was gloating.

"What? You think it's interesting?" There was some dissatisfaction in the voice of the head of the Internal Revenue Service.

"No, no, Mr. Director, what I mean is, we can talk to the people in their company directly!" Jackson said.

Green took a deep breath.

He looked at Jackson's expression as if he was looking at a fool:

"You think people from their company will tell me the truth?"

Jackson bent down, leaned to Green's side, and said to him mysteriously: "We have undercover agents in Chen's 'Financial and Legal Center', and we can get what we need."

Green's dull eyes suddenly began to shine.

"We have an undercover agent? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

"In our country, what's the difference between being a tax agent and being an agent? Don't say undercover, our predecessors have even done firefights." Jackson said.

Green was overjoyed.

"Okay, that's it. You are responsible for this matter, and try to get the internal reports and so on." He said.

Jackson turned around and was about to walk out of the office when he was suddenly stopped by Green again.

He changed his mind:

"No, I'll come in person. After you find a way to make an appointment, I'll meet him."

According to Jackson, the IRS's undercover agent in Chen Jianqiu's company was an accountant from the "Financial and Legal Center".

Although this person's level is not high, the company's internal accounts are clear.

Jackson was extremely efficient.

Four days after Green's order came the good news for the IRS chief from New York.

Undercover is willing to meet.

The meeting place was a coffee shop on the northern coast of Long Island, New York.

Green was a little surprised why he chose such a place to meet.

However, according to Jackson, the undercover agent believed that this place was sparsely populated, secluded, and not easy to be discovered.

The time soon came to meet the day.

Green had arrived in New York by train from Washington two days earlier.

He himself has a small house in New York.

This morning, Green went out.

A carriage took him across a bridge and headed to the north of the island.

They soon saw the sea, and then went east along the coastline, and the scenery was very beautiful.

It didn't take long for Green to reach the target location.

He quickly understood why the undercover agent would choose this place as a street location.

This is a beautiful beach.

Every holiday, rich people in New York will come here to play in the water for vacation.

So there are many supporting buildings behind the beach.

Today is a working day, so there are not many people here, quiet and peaceful.

Green found the cafe called "Summer".

At the door of the cafe, the head of the Internal Revenue Service took a bag in one hand and took out a note from his pocket with the other.

It was written to him by Jackson.

"Well, table No. 9, what kind of crap is the code?" Green frowned, reading the contents of the note silently, and walked into the cafe.

There were indeed not many people in the cafe, but a few people were chatting leisurely.

Green's eyes quickly focused on table number 9.

There was indeed a guy in a brown suit there.

At this moment he was leaning back in the chair, with his hands folded on his chest, and his hat covering his face, as if he were dozing off.

The head of the Internal Revenue Service stepped forward.

"The emperor in the sky is suppressing the tiger on the ground?" He murmured the tongue-in-cheek code words in a low voice.

The man in the suit responded.

He reached out a hand and took off the hat that covered his face.

A yellow-skinned face with sharp edges appeared in Green's eyes.

Green was dumbfounded.

This man, he knows.

In other words, many Americans have known this man since the photos of the Battle of San Juan Heights appeared in the newspapers.

"Pagoda Town River Demon!"

Chen Jianqiu looked at him with a smile.

(End of this chapter)