Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Los Angeles is the second largest city in the United States. Although it is second, in some aspects, it is even better than New York, which ranks first.

After all, New York’s top ranking comes more from the Wall Street vampires using financial leverage to plunder the world’s wealth. Los Angeles, at least, has more reliable technology companies and film and television industries, so it has naturally become an important tax source for the United States. one.

Of course, such a large place has a corresponding serious tax agency, and the Los Angeles Taxation Bureau manages it uniformly, but not everyone will pay taxes obediently.

For example, the Los Angeles bankers who had never paid a penny in taxes before and who followed the example of Wall Street financiers needed the special operations team under Ron to carry out armed taxation at this time.

Anyway, this part of the income, if it were not collected by Ron's powerful armed forces, would basically be equivalent to nothing, so it is a little bit to earn back. It is probably out of such considerations that the financial executives gave Ron 50% of the special operations team. Revenue sharing.

But although there are many thorns, there are only a few that can be easily grasped by Ron. Those large companies often have their own lobbying groups, and their influence in the government is no weaker than that of a federal employee like Ron.

Even though Ron is now a member of Tesla's board of directors, he still has no influence on the company's decision-making because almost all shareholders of the entire board of directors, except Ron himself, are indirectly held by Musk. It is composed of investment companies that support the control.

So...yes, the result is that Ron can't even collect taxes from Tesla!

You may not believe it, but Ron's special operations team's annual funding source, in addition to the taxes contributed by bankers, the largest source of funding is actually the drug tax collected from Uncle Fried Chicken!

Of course, this situation is not unique to Los Angeles, and the establishment of special operations teams like Ron's is not unique in Los Angeles. But coincidentally, the majority of their tax revenue is unanimously from large-scale local corporations. Vibrant social organization.

Even in some places, such as Chicago, the taxes collected by special operations teams from gangs are even higher than those collected by the tax bureau!

The reason is very simple. There are many ways for large companies not to pay taxes. In addition, the top wealthy people who own these companies do not pay a penny. The majority of taxes are almost entirely borne by small and medium-sized enterprises and the middle class. Therefore, in some economic situations where the economic situation is not special, In good areas, or areas where the crime industry is relatively developed, it is normal for the tax revenue they create to be less than the tax revenue from crime.

Ridiculous, right? But this is America.

Therefore, in fact, even without this incident, Ron had been considering the idea of ​​collecting crime taxes in Los Angeles. This time, it was nothing more than an announcement by the way of this incident.

He has a big game in mind, but he has to do it step by step. The first step is to renegotiate with Uncle Fried Chicken, one of the leaders of the Los Angeles underworld.

"You may be happy to know that the entire Los Angeles underworld is now discussing how to kill you? I didn't expect you to be sitting in my shop eating fried chicken with such arrogance."

Uncle Fried Chicken finished his busy work at the counter, wiped his hands with a tissue, and sat down opposite Ron.

From his kind smile and clean suit, no matter how you look at him, he looks like a serious businessman selling fried chicken. No way you can connect him with the largest drug dealer in the United States, but even though he smiles like a harmless animal Like the uncle next door, the coldness in his tone and eyes still revealed a dangerous flavor.

The threat is self-evident.

"That only shows that they are a group of short-sighted guys, but I believe you are different from those losers. There is no reason why you can't see that this is also an opportunity, an opportunity to bring illegal income into the sun." Ron said carelessly. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, not paying attention to the threat in Uncle Fried Chicken's words.

"What? Could it be that you are doing good for us by giving the tax to the entire underworld?" Uncle Fried Chicken took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Believe it or not, I will send a message now to tell them that you are in my store. It will take less than 20 minutes. At least five groups of people will rush into the store and beat you to a pulp with random shots."

"Then they can give it a try. I guarantee that before they even get into the store, their limbs will be broken, filled with cement, and thrown into the Los Angeles Bay."

Ron stood up and waved from the window. Uncle Fried Chicken looked in that direction. A man and a woman placed a heavy machine gun on the roof of the building opposite, with the muzzles pointing in this direction.

When negotiating with a big drug lord like Uncle Fried Chicken, Ron can never place his own safety on the other party's keeping his promise or being kind. Every intersection in the nearby streets is controlled by Ron's men. It is said that it is not too difficult to deal with a few gangsters, even if they lead them to attack the White House and kidnap the president.

Even the fried chicken that Ron just ate in front of the fried chicken book was not just bought from the store, but arranged to be buried and hidden in the portable space a day in advance, when no one noticed him. , temporarily transferred out of contract.

Once again, you cannot be too careful when negotiating with a drug lord as sinister and cunning as Uncle Fried Chicken.

Knowing that his little threat was useless, Uncle Fried Chicken simply put his phone on the table: "Tell me why you came. I don't think you came here because the food in my store is delicious."

"Of course, that's only part of the reason," Ron said straight to the point: "I'm here to tell you some great news. I'm going to lower your tax from the original 70% to the current 50%. Why? Like? Are you happy?"

"What do you want from me?" Uncle Fried Chicken, as an old drug lord who has been in the underworld for many years, certainly knows that pie in the sky is impossible.

The kind smile on Uncle Fried Chicken's face disappeared, and instead he looked back and forth at Ron's face with cold eyes, as if he wanted to know what other tricks this tax collector, who had caused him a big loss, was thinking about.

But this time, Ron did not sell out: "I think you already know what happened yesterday. Those Eastern European gangsters who I let go should have spread my words to the entire underworld. From now on, all All drug transactions are taxed at 50%, so it makes no sense to tax you at the original tax rate."

"Not only that, I don't care how you earn money after all taxes are paid. It's all considered legal income here, and you can spend it however you want. I guarantee that at least there won't be anyone from the tax bureau. , because of this, I will cause trouble for you. Of course, whether the FBI and CIA will cause trouble for you is none of my business."

"I don't think things are that simple." Fried Chicken Uncle pushed up his glasses and said calmly: "Why did you come to me first?"

"Of course it's because your business is big enough and you can set an example for everyone." Ron pushed a tax bill in front of Uncle Fried Chicken: "From now on, I want you to send someone every month Come pay your taxes with my IRS task force!"

In the past, when Ron collected taxes from Uncle Fried Chicken, he would send someone to drive a truck. Uncle Fried Chicken would load the suitcase full of cash into the truck, and Ron's men would put the tax payment voucher in Uncle Fried Chicken's hands. , the trading location has always been randomly arranged by Uncle Fried Chicken, without anyone knowing.

But now, if this method of door-to-door tax payment is changed, everyone will know that Uncle Fried Chicken pays taxes to the IRS.

This is tantamount to trampling Uncle Fried Chicken's face to the ground. You know, the most important thing in the underworld is face. If you lose face, how can you let the people below you obey you?

There is no need for other drug gangs to come and attack. If the fried chicken loses, his subordinate will replace him with the general.

What's more, this kind of initiative to pay taxes is basically equivalent to announcing to everyone that Uncle Fried Chicken has a cooperative relationship with the IRS. Even if he does nothing, other drug dealers will take it for granted that he betrayed everyone and took refuge. The police are bound to be besieged by everyone.

"Why do you think I will agree?" Uncle Fried Chicken slapped the table and stood up. He gritted his teeth and said a few words from his mouth. The anger on his face was visible to the naked eye. If anger could kill, Ron would definitely be burned to death now. ash.

But unfortunately not.

"You are a smart person and the benefits I can bring you," Ron looked directly into Uncle Fried Chicken's eyes without any fear: "Los Angeles is too small. In this place, every business only needs one businessman. Yes, what do you think?"

Ron's words caused Uncle Fried Chicken to extinguish half of his newly ignited anger and sit back in his seat, his tone also softened: "I think so too, but I don't think other colleagues are willing to give up what they have in their hands." Territory, unless someone can help me get them out together."

"This is going to be good." Ron thought. He was not afraid of the fish eating the fish food, but he was afraid that the fish would not bite the hook. Obviously, the bait Ron threw out successfully aroused Uncle Fried Chicken's interest.

Uncle Fried Chicken's reaction was within Ron's expectation. There are four major drug dealers entrenched in the underground of Los Angeles. According to their origin, they are the Mexican gang, the Colombian gang, the Eastern European gang, and the Asian gang.

Among them, the Mexican Gang to which Uncle Fried Chicken belongs is mainly responsible for the drug production process, and Uncle Fried Chicken himself has developed distribution points throughout the United States through the form of fried chicken chain stores. Of course, its main business is methamphetamine. host.

The business content of the Colombian gang is similar to that of the Mexican gang, but their main products are heroin and hallucinogens.

The Eastern European Gang and the Dayi forces mainly control the sales channels for exporting drugs to places such as Europe and Australia.

Although the four parties have been in a relatively peaceful state, no matter who they are, they all have the intention of annexing the other three.

"You know, as a part of the federal government, the embodiment of justice and impartiality, the IRS can never be involved in the drug business. In fact, I hate drugs deeply, and if possible, I would even kill you scum. Get rid of it!" Ron said categorically, and Uncle Fried Chicken sneered at his remarks.

Then, Ron changed the subject and his tone became ambiguous again:

"However, even if we kill you scum today, there will still be another group of scum coming to this place tomorrow to sell drugs. Rather than dealing with strangers, I prefer acquaintances.

Furthermore, the laws of the federal government have given us the obligation to protect the legitimate rights and interests of every citizen who pays taxes in accordance with the law. I think this obligation should include cracking down on non-taxpaying competitors who engage in vicious competition in taxpayers' businesses, as well as ensuring the personal safety of taxpayers. Obligation, what do you think? "

"This is very reasonable." Uncle Fried Chicken clapped his hands: "When do you plan to attack them?"

"I don't know." When asked about the key question, Ron spread his hands: "Actually, as a new law enforcer, I don't know anything about the situation in the underground world. Unless I receive reports from other taxpayers, I can only respond accordingly." We must crack down on illegal activities, otherwise, what can we do if we don’t even know where they are?”

Ron has an elite fighting force, but the elite is elite, but the manpower is insufficient. In the short term, Ron has no plans to increase the number of personnel. With this manpower, he can't manage it at all. He wants to be like the entire underground world. Collecting taxes is simply a fantasy, or it is impossible to do it at all.

But Ron was not helpless.

For example, among these hungry wolves, it is a good idea to choose the most powerful one as the alpha wolf and manage the entire wolf pack on your behalf.

Because he is a wolf, he must know the behavior of other hungry wolves very well. In order to ensure his leadership position, he will not hesitate to betray other hungry wolves to please the leaders at the top of the food chain.

But at the same time, this method also distinguishes him from other hungry wolves. No group welcomes informers or betrayers. Once this path is chosen, Uncle Fried Chicken will be deeply bound to Ron.

As for why you chose Fried Chicken Uncle?

One is because Ron and he have been working together for so long, and they have formed a certain tacit understanding with each other. The other is because the power behind Uncle Fried Chicken is not simple. It can spread the drug sales network all over the country without attracting public attention. Of all the forces Ron knew, only the CIA could do this. To put it simply, Uncle Fried Chicken's drug force was a spokesperson for the CIA to raise funds.

Ron knocked on the table lightly, his eyes sharp: "Unless there is anyone who knows someone who is willing to tell me where the drug dealers who have not paid taxes are hiding?"

To put it bluntly, Ron, this is to make fried chicken lose the vote.

Uncle Fried Chicken gritted his teeth, but was helpless. He couldn't make a decision for a moment. Ron's current situation continued to increase her defense line: "I have already communicated the tax rates of all crime taxes through Eastern European gangsters. I will strictly follow them." This tax rate is taxable, but it will only collect so much, do you understand?”

"I don't mind when you pay taxes, you can also pay the taxes of other friends." Ron continued to seduce in a devilish tone.

Uncle Fried Chicken was finally moved: "I... did it!"