United states tax collector

Although it was only the third day of the assessment period and the final ranking could not be determined, this still surprised them!

After realizing that David might have great potential, the relevant senior officials of the Washington General Administration immediately called the Lake District Bureau to get a better understanding of David's situation.

Lake District Bureau, Director's Office.

"To tell you the truth, Deputy Director Donald, I saw David's potential not long after the Black Tax Act came into effect. Later, as you know, under my guidance, his auditing capabilities improved by leaps and bounds. Now, The point..."

William knew that David's meteoric rise would definitely alarm the top management of the General Administration.

But what I didn't expect was that the senior management of the General Administration called so quickly.

What he was receiving now was a call from the deputy director in charge of the Black Tax Act of the Washington D.C. General Administration.

Facing such a big shot, he naturally had to brag about his insight.

"Yes, that's right, William. Our Black Tax Act needs such capable elites. I hope that after this assessment period is over, David's ranking can be improved!"

"I understand Deputy Chief Donald, and I will let him continue to be like this!"

After hanging up the phone, William felt very good.

But soon, a look of envy suddenly appeared on his face.

From the conversation just now, he knew that David had fallen into the eyes of Deputy Director Donald.

That's the high-ranking deputy director of the general bureau!

If David's condition can continue like this, and with the support of the deputy director of the General Administration, it is certain that he will rise to great heights!

Putting away his thoughts, William stood up. He wanted to tell David the news and give this boy some motivation!

Soon, he arrived in front of David's office.

After knocking on the door and receiving the words 'please come in', he opened the door and walked in.

When he saw that the person coming was William, David quickly stood up, but William made a downward gesture.

He first asked David about the source of the more than 3.8 million in taxes. After learning the whole process, he said: "David, do you know who called me just now?"

David asked curiously: "Who?"

"Deputy Director Donald of the General Administration, you should have heard of it!"

"Deputy Director Donald, of course I've heard of it!"

The deputy director was one of the drafters of the black tax bill, and David certainly knew that.

"He values ​​you very much and asks you to behave well!"

David was startled when he heard this, and then he became happy inside.

Although there are as many as five deputy directors in the Washington D.C. Bureau, Donald is the deputy director in charge of the black tax bill and has far more power than the other four directors.

Now that his name is remembered by the deputy director, as long as he can maintain such a level of tax performance in the future, his career will definitely skyrocket.

"Okay, I won't waste your time anymore, just keep busy!"

…

Bellagio Hotel, in front of a presidential suite.

Seeing Baldwin's arrival, the bodyguard in front of the door immediately opened the door and let him in.

At this time, in the room, a man with oily hair and a vest was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. As for Dieter, he was lying on a massage chair with his back, letting the technician knead him.

"Mr. Dieter, I have got the goods back and put them in our warehouse for processing!"

"Very well Baldwin, you are lucky this time. If you lose the goods next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Baldwin groaned secretly in his heart.

He spent 1.58 million to get the goods back, how lucky he is!

Although he was thinking this way, he did not dare to talk about the matter in detail. Instead, he changed the subject and said: "Mr. Dieter, Chief David of the Internal Revenue Service has told you to go see him at 6 o'clock tonight. Him, otherwise..."

At the end of the sentence, Baldwin didn't dare to talk any more.

Dieter pushed away the technician behind him, turned around, stared at him with a fierce look, and asked: "What else?"

"Otherwise... they will be rude to you..."

Perhaps because of too much fear, after finishing speaking, Baldwin lowered his head.

"Asshole, who is the IRS? They are so rude to me. Do they know who I am?!"

Seeing the furious Dieter, Baldwin was even more angry and did not dare to take a breath.

But at this time, the oily man sitting on the sofa couldn't sit still. He interrupted: "Baldwin, tell me the whole thing in detail!"

His name is Sapir, and he is a lawyer. His main responsibility is to help Dieter manage funds and make suggestions.

He only found out about the robbery this morning.

But the specific details of how he was robbed was because Dieter was so high last night that he didn't tell him too much information.

"It's like this. Didn't we make a deal with the Mexican gang last night? Then people from the IRS suddenly came out and said they had some kind of black tax bill and asked us to pay taxes..."

After Baldwin said this, Sapir finally understood the whole process.

As a lawyer, he had indeed heard of the black tax bill.

But he didn't expect that the IRS would use this bill to get them into trouble so quickly.

After pondering for a moment, Sapir looked at Dieter and suggested: "Mr. Dieter, the IRS is not joking. As far as I know, they have been vigorously promoting this bill recently, so I suggest you talk to them. Bar!"

"I'm talking about your mother. Do you have a brain problem? Who should I talk to in this third-acre of land in Las Vegas?"

Sapir frowned after being scolded like this.

He knew that in America, Indians had many privileges.

And here in Las Vegas, the Omaha family is the largest Indian tribe, and the family is powerful. This has led to Dieter developing such an arrogant character.

But facing the police and even the FBI, it doesn't matter if Dieter is a little arrogant.

With the power of the family, it can basically be settled.

But now we are facing the IRS!

This group of people are people who disown their relatives in order to collect taxes.

The most important thing is that the IRS has its own courts, lawyers, judges and other supporting facilities, so forget it. What is outrageous is that it also has its own private armed forces.

Let me ask you, no matter how hard-boned the Indians are, how many people and powerful they are, how many artillery shells can they withstand in the face of that huge private armed force?

Of course, he would not say these words directly to Dieter.

Because he was very aware of this guy's violent character. If he really said that, it would be possible for this guy to kill him with one shot.

In the end, he could only say euphemistically: "The IRS is just collecting some taxes. We have a lot of money here in the Lake District, so let's just give them a gift..."

"Collect taxes? When have you ever seen us Indians pay taxes?"

"You want to give them a copy? I'm going to give them a damn big deal. They even dare to steal my goods. If I don't kill them, it's a good thing!"

Dieter's words made Sapir feel speechless.

Indians do have tax privileges, but they are only privileges on legal income.

This black tax bill is obviously aimed at illegal income, and the privileges of Indians are of course impossible to circumvent.

Forget it, since this guy can't listen, it's useless to say more!

…

Time flies, and it’s evening in a blink of an eye.

At the Lake District Bureau, after an afternoon of sorting out, David planned the next case action tasks from the information given to him by the CIA.

After stretching, he raised his wrist watch and took a look. When he saw that it was 5.30, his eyes instantly became gloomy.

It seems that Dieter really doesn’t plan to come to see him!

Or do you think that just because you have an Indian identity, you can sit back and relax?

While he was still deep in thought, the door was pushed open, and Nissen came in carrying a McDonald's bag, put it on the table and said, "Let's have something to eat!"

It was already time to get off work, but he knew that Dieter hadn't come yet, so today's matter definitely couldn't be forgotten like this.

David opened the bag, took out a hamburger, took a few bites, and asked, "Which place is the biggest in Dieter's in the Lake District?"

Nissen thought for a moment and replied: "The biggest one...should be DA nightclub."

"Go to Judge Chiesa's house and ask him to sign a seizure order. In addition, inform everyone to prepare your equipment and go!"

"clear!"

…

DA nightclub.

It was already 6 o'clock, and although the store was not open yet, it was already brightly lit.

A large number of dancers and hostesses were sitting in the booths, listening to the manager's arrangements for today's tasks.

At this moment, a waiter hurried in and shouted: "No, there are many armed men outside..."

Hearing this, the dancers and waitresses instantly panicked.

And a man with flowery arms who was watching the scene shouted: "Brothers, copy this guy out for me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Buckinson and others rushed in with rifles. While scanning for threats, they warned: "Don't act rashly. We are from the IRS and we are here to conduct a routine inspection!"

Everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief when they heard it was from the IRS.

They thought they had met someone who was here to cause trouble.

But soon, many people present became confused again.

You said that when the IRS comes to inspect, just inspect it and bring them fully armed. Do you want to scare people to death?

Seeing that the situation at the scene was under control, David walked in.

[Name: Julian Berg. 】

[Occupation: escort girl. 】

[Monthly income: legal income 3,000 US dollars, illegal income 36,000 US dollars. 】

[Income details: On December 3, we provided services to customers and made a profit of US$1,000. On December 6, we provided services to customers and made a profit of US$1,200...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: US$3,600. 】

…

[Name: Emily Emmanuelle. 】

[Occupation: escort girl. 】

[Monthly income: Legal income is 3,000 US dollars, illegal income is 42,000 US dollars. 】

[Income details: On December 4, I provided contraband items to guests and made a profit of 300 US dollars. I provided services to guests and made a profit of 1,000 US dollars. On December 6, I provided contraband items to guests and made a profit of 500 US dollars...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: USD 6,300. 】

…

【……】

David briefly scanned the information of the people present and quickly came up with a general idea.

In the United States, only one state, Nevada, is legal to sell Y.

However, it is worth mentioning that Las Vegas is not a legal sales area in Nevada.

Therefore, the money earned by these escort girls from selling Y will also have to pay taxes to the Internal Revenue Service.

This is quite a gain!

"What's the situation with your IRS? We have a special policy here and we don't need to pay taxes to your IRS!"

At this time, a man in a short-cut suit came over.

[Name: Congreve Clare Latin. 】

[Occupation: DA nightclub manager. 】

[Monthly income: legal income 12,000 US dollars, illegal income 83,000 US dollars. 】

[Income details: On December 3, a commission of US$2,000 was obtained by selling contraband, and a commission of US$3,000 was obtained by arranging escort services. On December 4...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: US$12,450. 】

"I know, I'm not here to collect your business tax!"

"Then what is your purpose here?"

"On the 3rd of last month, our Congress passed a bill that stipulates that from now on, whether you are selling drugs or selling sex, you must pay full tax to our Internal Revenue Service!"

As soon as these words came out, the dancers and waitresses at the scene were instantly in an uproar.

Do I have to pay tax to the IRS even if I sell Y?

Is this a mistake?

Congreve, who had been stunned for a while, finally came to his senses and said with a gloomy face: "Do you know whose place this is?"

"You know, Dieter Omaha!"

"Now that you know it, how dare you do it?"

"His scene is nothing special!"

David came here today just for Dieter.

He has already said what he said, but this guy still doesn't come to see him. That doesn't matter!

He closed down one of this guy's places every day, and he didn't believe that this guy could still keep his composure!

"Okay ladies, please leave here first. From today on, no business is allowed here!"

Congreve, who was about to call Dieter, quickly put down his phone when he heard this and asked, "What do you mean?"

David took out the sealing order and said: "This is the sealing order issued by Judge Chiesa. Now it is suspected that your place is involved in tax evasion, and it is temporarily sealed!"

"you……"

Congreve was so angry. They had been operating here for several years, and no department had ever dared to come here to cause trouble, let alone directly say that it was going to be closed down.

"Okay, just wait for me!"

Congreve picked up the phone and stepped aside.

Meanwhile, here at the Bellagio Hotel.

"What did you say? They have a seizure order? Which judge issued it? Judge Chiesa? Okay, I understand. I'll call you later!"

Sapir put down the phone, walked up to Dieter who was having a meal, and said, "Sorry, Mr. Dieter, the IRS is preparing to seize our DA nightclub."