american tax collector

"Don't tell me these nonsense. I'm just asking you to hurry up and relocate. I'm not asking you to close down your business. If what you said really causes turmoil in the company, I believe 'someone' will take care of it!"

When he mentioned the word 'someone', David deliberately emphasized it.

And everyone present was a veteran in the business world, so they naturally understood what these two words meant.

David was telling them that if they couldn't solve the so-called company turmoil problem, then the investors who had recently acquired shares in their company would be responsible for helping them solve it!

But they were already wary of the capital that had recently acquired their company. How could they accept this kind of behavior of inviting a wolf into the house?

"Inspector General David, this is our company, so I'm afraid some outsiders don't need to worry about it!"

"Then just do as I say!"

David scolded and continued coldly: "Since it has come to this, I will make it clear. I will give you three days at most. No matter what method you use, you must move all your companies registered in overseas tax havens back. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking coercive measures!"

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene fell into deathly silence again.

At this moment, everyone was extremely angry about David's words, but fortunately, reason still restrained them and prevented them from saying anything to hurt their relationship.

"Okay, you can go now. Remember what I said, it's only three days!"

Gates stared at David for three seconds, his Adam's apple moved for a long time but he still couldn't say anything. Finally, he stood up and walked out.

As soon as they saw him leave, everyone followed him.

"Look, Gates and the others are coming out!"

"What on earth did they talk about at the IRS? Why do they all look so gloomy?"

"Although I don't know what they talked about, I think it must not be a good thing for them!"

I saw Gates and others coming out.

The reporters stationed there were curious and took up the microphones to ask questions.

But at the moment, these people were so angry with David, and they also had to think about how to deal with the relocation of households. They had no mind to be interviewed, and they left one by one under the escort of their bodyguards.

……

Capitol Hill Hotel.

At this time, Gates, Jeff and others have gathered in a suite here, discussing the next countermeasures.

"Haha, which company here is not worth hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars? With such a large scale, he said it would only take three days to move back."

"Humph, look at how arrogant he was just now. If you didn't know him, you would think he was the current president of the United States!"

"I won't move. Let's see what he can do to me!"

"..."

The foreign tax avoidance law has deprived them of the means to evade taxes overseas, which is a heavy loss.

And now, they just want to delay paying less taxes for a few days, but David doesn't want to do that. It would be strange if they weren't angry.

"Gates, what do you think?"

Jeff did not keep complaining like everyone else, but looked at the former richest man who was once a powerful figure.

Gates held his chin and said in a deep voice: "Look at the tone of this bastard, he is not joking. If we can't transfer the account back as agreed, given his personality, it is hard to guarantee what he will do..."

After these words were spoken, the place became even quieter, and even those who had been complaining before fell silent for a moment.

Calm down and think about it, David is now the man who dares to crush even the Freemasons, the Ansa Group, and the Illuminati behind them.

If they dare not do what this bastard says, then they can forget about expecting the group behind them to protect them.

"But……"

Jeff was about to say something when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Besides him, the cell phones of many people present also rang at almost the same time.

Everyone looked at each other, then stopped talking tacitly and answered the phone.

"What! People from the Ministry of Commerce have come to our headquarters?"

"People from the Ministry of Land and Resources are here. What do they want to do?"

"Damn it, what does the Immigration Department want to do!"

"..."

In the room, voices of surprise and abuse were heard one after another.

A few minutes later, everyone gradually put down the phone, but everyone's face looked extremely ugly.

Gates looked at Jeff and asked, "What's going on over there?"

“People from the Immigration Department, the Ministry of Commerce, and the Ministry of Land and Resources came to our headquarters and said they wanted to negotiate with us about the relocation. They also said that all the group’s businesses would not be able to operate until the registered place was moved back.”

"Same here..."

"Me too."

"the same."

Everyone gave the same answer.

Gates shook his head, stood up, buttoned his suit, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

Jeff was a little puzzled and quickly called him.

"Go back to headquarters to handle the relocation."

"Are you really going to move the registered address back within three days as he requested?"

"Do you think we have a choice now?"

"This……"

Gates' words left everyone present speechless.

Yes, people from several major departments went directly to their headquarters, and forced them not to operate until the accounts were moved back. What else could they do?
We can't really close down the business, can we?
The losses would only be greater!

Thinking of this, there was nothing more to discuss among the people present, and they all left after Gates left.

Three days flew by.

After careful consideration, the heads of major companies still did not dare to confront the IRS.

In the end, all the major companies registered overseas moved their registrations back to their home countries as quickly as possible.

Seeing this result, both Obadiah and Davell from the IRS breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that these giants are quite sensible.

Since they have chosen to move back, they will have to wait and see how the tax revenue will be in the future.

……

A week later, in the IRS conference room.

Obadiah, Donald David and other senior executives were present, and the atmosphere was a little quiet. From time to time, someone looked outside the door, as if waiting for someone to sit there.

at last.

Ten minutes later, a man walked in with a report in his hand. It was none other than Candona, the head of economics and taxation.

"Director, everyone, after the major companies relocated, a preliminary report came out, and the tax revenue from the tax avoidance law was $5633.32 billion."

Hearing what Kandona said, everyone's eyes lit up.

The current tax amount of the bill is similar to their previous expectations.

"Wait a minute, Candona, this data...are you sure it's accurate?"

Donald knows the nature of those companies very well, so he asked this question.

"This... data is reported by major companies, and we also have special auditors to check the accounts, so the discrepancy should not be too big!"

Although Kandona said it was no problem, there was still a hint of uncertainty in his words.

Even if the tax avoidance bill is introduced, the legal and tax departments of major companies are not pushovers. There is still the possibility of loopholes. How can he guarantee that?

"Director, although our people have already investigated, I don't think these capitalists will be so honest. How about... we send an investigation team from headquarters to those places in Silicon Valley to investigate again?"

Donald suggested.

The economic scale of Silicon Valley is so huge that the IRS naturally has to make sure that there are no problems. They can't let these capitalists play with it.

"can!"

Obadiah nodded, then looked at David: "Inspector General David, anything to add?"

"It would be safer to send an investigation team to confirm it again."

To be honest, David was not very confident about these capitalists, so it would be best to confirm it again.

"Well, that's settled. By the way, how's Wall Street doing?"

"Everything is going on normally, but now the midterm elections are becoming more urgent. I can only remotely control the affairs of Wall Street. Next, I have to focus on the elections."

"Yes, the reason why the three major groups did not get too entangled in the foundation and the relocation of households is that they want to regain control of Congress through the mid-term elections. In that case, they will have the possibility of taking back everything, so we can't let them succeed. You have to pay attention to this matter from now on. If you need anything, please notify us."

"I understand, Chief."

……

After the meeting, David returned to his office and called Keppel, asking, "Are you ready for the midterm elections? Where should I start now?"

Keppel placed a document in front of David, opened it, and pointed at it, saying, "This is the information about the New York State Senate candidates. Currently, the two senators with the highest support in New York are Longman, who is not only a current senator in Congress but also a member of the Freemasons. The other is former Nevada Governor Stevenson..."

"Stevenson..."

Hearing this name, David not only recalled the series of events in which he led a team to kill the other party's son, but also single-handedly brought him down from power.

After that, I heard that he went to New York State to run for congressman, but there were too many things going on afterwards, so David didn't have time to pay too much attention to him.

"According to CIA and NSA data, given the negative news about the former governor in Nevada, it would have been difficult for him to gain a high support rate. But later his team changed its strategy and focused on the support of the victims of the black tax bill, that is, the criminals. Relying on the support of criminals across New York state, it raised its support rate."

"I see... Then what should I do?"

"According to the information, several major criminal bosses in New York State have reached an agreement with him to help him win votes from criminals across the state, and also provide him with a political donation. As long as we can get hold of this information, we can ruin his election aspirations this time!"

"Is that so...Okay, then help me arrange my schedule. I'm going to New York in two days!"

David said after thinking for a while.

In fact, when he was in Nevada, he already had some dirty information about Stevenson, but that information was no longer suitable for use against Stevenson now.

If you want to destroy Stevenson, who is currently running for Senate, you really have to use some dirty laundry related to this campaign.

……

Two days later, in an underground money house somewhere in New York.

Just as the accountant and a large number of staff were busy counting the money, suddenly a huge explosion scared everyone.

"Hands up, put them where I can see them!!"

Before these people could react, countless armed men with live ammunition rushed in.

Seeing such a scene, the security personnel on the scene who had come to their senses were ready to draw their guns and fight back, but when they saw the IRS logo on these armed men, they immediately gave up the idea and raised their hands high.

At the same time, there were several cars parked on a road about fifty meters outside the bank, and in the Cadillac Beast in the middle were David, Munson, Jerry Larin and others.

"It's safe inside."

After listening to Manson's report, David, who was wearing sunglasses, put down his crossed legs, got out of the car, and walked in the opposite direction of the bank.

After entering, David glanced around the scene until he saw a man lying on the ground, scared half to death.

Then he walked forward, helped the man up, patted the dust off his suit, and said peacefully, "You are the supervisor here, right?"

"I am. May I ask what you are doing here?"

"The IRS came to you for one thing: taxes. But we'll talk about that later. I want to get some other information from you first."

"What information?"

David didn't say anything, but took out a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to him and said, "I want all the business information about these people here!"

The man picked up the note and read it, then shook his head like a rattle and replied: "I'm sorry, this involves the privacy of our customers, I can't disclose it to you!"

"Fake squid..."

Munson was about to come up and teach him a lesson, but David stopped him.

David still looked at the man peacefully and said, "You earn $15 a month, and the tax you should pay is $42000. That is to say, according to the black tax bill, you evaded $42000 in taxes every month. Do you know what this means?"

The man's eyes widened, obviously surprised that David knew so much about his financial income.

But he soon retorted: "According to the provisions of your IRS's black tax law, if you are suspected of tax evasion, the worst that can happen is that you have to pay the full amount and pay a fine, which is not a big deal, right?" (End of this chapter)