The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 70 70. God also pays taxes

Angus bull, 24 months old, hornless, weighing 720 kg.

To sum it up: strong fertility, strong endurance, high cold tolerance, and bad temper.

It's understandable that a breeding bull has a bad temper. After all, anyone who does that kind of thing all day long will get angry.

A good breeding cow, no doubt about it.

This black Angus is slightly smaller than the previous red one, but the feedback from the "magical ability" shows that it is not inferior at all on the inside.

"How about buying so many livestock from you and giving me this breeding cow?" Lin Feng said jokingly.

Unexpectedly, his dream came true, and Chief Geronimo readily agreed.

Lin Feng's thoughts have always been on cattle, and livestock are the majority of his property.

But to Chief Geronimo, who owns several casinos, he is just a little ant. He does not care about the gain or loss of an excellent breeding cow. What he wants to participate in is a higher-level game.

258 cattle were removed from the reservation, giving the ranch exactly cattle.

Adult cattle account for one-fifth and all are cows, and the remainder are calves between 3 and 6 months old. Most of them are Angus, with a small amount of Simmental.

Chief Geronimo offered a fixed price of US$50, and in addition to the Angus cattle, he also gave away dozens of sheep as additions.

Charlie made a calculation and found that the market auction value of these livestock was about $60, which was equivalent to giving them a "wholesale price."

Of course, it would definitely take a lot of manpower and material resources to auction the cows one by one. The one-time purchase of the Lakeside Ranch saved the chief a lot of time, and the 20% discount on the total price was reasonable.

Cattle and sheep will be delivered to your door one after another today and tomorrow, and now there will never be a quiet day in the pasture.

At the same time, we must seize the time to build a new cowshed, so that the three hundred cows can still be milked for the time being.

On the way back, Lin Feng did a rough calculation and found that he had burned US$92 since taking over the ranch.

The after-tax amount of 18 yuan inherited from the inheritance, plus the after-tax amount of 220 million yuan obtained from the jade auction, totaled 238 million yuan in income. After deducting 92 yuan, there was still about 146 million yuan left.

This is equivalent to an initial investment of 660 million yuan, and there are still millions of dollars in the bank account.

In addition, he wanted to complain about the heavy taxes and fees in the United States. He paid 12 for inheriting the inheritance and paid a full 55 for the jade auction. In other words, he paid 67 US dollars to the Internal Revenue Service of the United States in three months. , converted into RMB, it is 480 million.

In the past, this was the amount of money it took him to earn without eating or drinking for nearly 20 years.

Taxes are everywhere in the United States. Now even "burning, killing and looting" must pay taxes in accordance with the law. Not long ago, the IRS just filled the gap where "zero dollar purchases" have no place to pay taxes in accordance with the law.

They even made a special 1040 tax form to teach criminals who commit theft, robbery, and drug trafficking how to use this tax form to declare their illegal income.

As for how you got your money, the IRS doesn't care, that's the police's business.

But if you don't pay your taxes, if they find out, Chicago's five-star citizen Al Capone will learn from his mistakes.

It is no exaggeration to say that God also pays taxes in the United States.

Since taxes have been paid for "burning, killing and looting", "zero dollar shopping" activities in major cities have become more and more popular day by day, and have been upgraded from the original "black only" to "black and white mixed group buying", especially in some economically advantaged areas. cities will become the main places for “zero dollar shopping” activities.

In contrast, the scenery in the backcountry of Montana is unique, and the northern pastoral areas are almost catching up with the autonomous regions.

On the way back, I met Doudou who was driving back to the police station, so he stopped on the side of the road to chat for a while. He had just finished handling a ranch dispute.

"Guess who the protagonist is."

Judging from Doudou's ghostly expression, Lin Feng must know this person, at least his name.

"No need to ask, it must be Bennett." He blurted out. Doudou was surprised, "How did you guess that?"

"Other than Otto, the ranch closest to the reservation is a witch. Dad Cassidy is a peacemaker who doesn't like to conflict with others, so it shouldn't be him."

"Then only the Otto family is left to conflict with others? This is in line with their usual style. Old John will not show up, and Bennett becomes the best candidate."

Lin Feng's analysis convinced Doudou.

"That's right, it was Bennett. He led more than a dozen people to confront the Indian infantry. The BIA and livestock police arrived at the scene. The stalemate lasted until the Montana State Police arrived and resolved the crisis. Otherwise, it might have turned into a shootout. "

David laughed dryly, "There is no doubt that the Otto family is the king of River Valley Town."

Doudou patted David on the shoulder, "Your son Thomas is at the scene. Bennett asked the cattle herding police to stand aside. If you have this time, you might as well go to the pasture to pick up cow dung."

"Fake, these sons of bitches have forgotten who helped them take back the land from the southern farmers!"

Hearing that his eldest son had been insulted, David cursed.

Although he usually speaks freely, he rarely curses, and he seems to be really angry.

Doudou quickly said: "Hey, don't get too excited. Maybe my expression is a bit exaggerated, but it's actually not that serious."

The Animal Husbandry Police does have a low status. After all, it is affiliated to a non-governmental organization such as the Animal Husbandry Committee rather than an official agency. When a conflict occurs, big forces like the Otto family will naturally not take them seriously.

On the way back, Lin Feng asked him what was going on between the Otto family and the southern farmers.

"BOSS, can I smoke in the car?"

Lin Feng saw his melancholy face through the rearview mirror and said, "Open the window."

David lit a cigarette and talked about the past.

After the floods that devastated the entire northern pastoral region twelve years ago, farmers in southern Montana were eyeing the northern lands.

"The Otto family had a conflict with people from southern Montana over land issues. Old John was almost killed, but it was his female cattle herding policeman who helped them overcome the difficulty!"

"BOSS, the feud between southern farmers and northern ranchers is like the Civil War more than a hundred years ago. They fought for slaves then and now fight for land."

David smoked a cigarette and stared out the window.

In Lin Feng's view, the challenges faced by pastoral areas seem to be greater.

The reservation and the people from the South Side, as well as the real estate developers who wanted to come in with cash trucks, were all eyeing the land in the hands of the cowboys.

Lin Feng thought of something, "I have another question, who created the weathervane brand?"

"Ben Grando, the first president of the Livestock Committee, was an admirable man."

David continued: "In order to deal with cattle rustlers, Ben Grando formed the Strangler Self-Defense Organization at the most critical moment. At the same time, he branded each member with a weather vane mark, requiring the pastoral cowboys to unite with the enemy and the outside world. This spirit Later it was passed down from generation to generation.”

"But now there's a traitor in his female partner!"

David became more and more excited as he talked, and finally threw away the cigarette butt, raised his rifle and fired several shots.

Lin Feng is well aware of the power of the weathervane brand. In River Valley Town, as long as you have the weathervane on your chest, no one will dare to touch you.

Maybe times have changed, and now is an era of more competitive capital.

In the words of Old John, the Otto family has entered the 21st century, but they were still stuck forty years ago.

(End of this chapter)