United states tax collector

"Don't tell me these nonsense. I just want you to hurry up and relocate, not to shut down your business. If what you said really causes turmoil in the company, I believe 'someone' will deal with it!"

When talking about the word 'someone', David deliberately emphasized the tone.

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

David was telling them that if they couldn't handle the so-called company turmoil, then the capital that recently acquired their company's shares would be responsible for helping them solve it!

But they were already very wary of the capital that recently acquired their company, so how could they accept this practice of inviting wolves into the house?

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

"Then do what I say honestly!"

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 compulsory measures!"

After the words fell, the atmosphere on the scene fell into a dead silence again.

At this moment, everyone was extremely angry about David's words, but fortunately, reason still restrained them, so that they did not dare to say anything to tear their faces.

"Okay, you can go, 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, and finally stood up and walked out.

And when they saw him go out, everyone followed him out.

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

"What did they talk about at the IRS? Why are they all so gloomy?"

"Although I don't know what they talked about, I think it must be bad for them!"

Seeing Gates and the others come out.

The reporters stationed here were curious and took up the microphone to ask questions.

But now these people were pissed off by David and had to think about how to deal with the relocation issue. They didn't have the heart to accept the interview. They left one by one under the escort of their bodyguards.

...

Capitol Hill Hotel.

At this time, Gates, Jeff and others had gathered in a suite here and were discussing the next response strategy.

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

"Hmph, look at his domineering look just now, if you don't know him, you would think he is the current president of the United States!"

"I won't move, let's see what he can do to me!"

"..."

The matter of the tax avoidance bill has made them lose the means of tax avoidance overseas in the future, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

And now, they just want to delay and pay less tax for a few days. David doesn't want to, it would be strange if they are not angry.

"Gates, what do you think?"

Jeff didn't keep complaining like others, but looked at the former richest man who was in power.

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

After these words fell, the scene became even quieter, and even those who complained before were silent for a while.

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

If they dare not do what this bastard says, then don't expect the group behind them to protect them.

"But..."

Jeff was about to say something, but suddenly the phone in his pocket rang, and in addition to him, the rings in the hands of many people present rang almost at 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, what does the Immigration Administration want to do!"

"..."

In the suite, the voices of surprise and abuse came 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 Administration, the Ministry of Commerce, and the Ministry of Land and Resources came to our headquarters and said they wanted to discuss the relocation with us. They also said that all the group's businesses will not be able to operate until the registered place is moved back."

"It's the same here..."

"Me too."

"Same."

Everyone gave the same answer.

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

"Where are you going?"

Jeff was a little puzzled and quickly stopped him.

"Go back to the headquarters to deal with the relocation."

"Do you really want to move the registered place back within three days as he asked?"

"Do you think we have a choice now?"

"This..."

Gates' words left everyone present speechless.

Yes, people from several major departments came directly to their headquarters, and they were forced to stop operating until their accounts were moved back. What else could they do?

They couldn't really stop operating, could they?

That would only make the losses even more serious!

Thinking of this, there was nothing more to discuss, and everyone left after Gates left.

Three days passed in a flash.

After careful consideration, the heads of major companies still didn't dare to go against the IRS.

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

Seeing this result, both Obadiah and Dawell were relieved at the IRS.

It seems that these giants are still sensible.

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

…

A week later, in the meeting room of the IRS.

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

Finally.

Ten minutes later, a man came in with a report in his hand. The person was none other than Candona, the head of economic taxation.

"Director, everyone, after the major companies moved back, the preliminary report came out. The additional tax revenue from the off-site tax avoidance bill was 563.332 billion US dollars."

Hearing Candona's words, everyone present's eyes lit up.

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

"Wait, Candona, this data... are you sure it is accurate?"

Donald knew the nature of those companies very well, so he questioned like this.

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

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

Even if the tax avoidance law is introduced, the legal and tax departments of major companies are not vegetarians, and there is still the possibility of loopholes. How can he guarantee it?

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

Donald suggested.

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

"Okay!"

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

"It is indeed safer to send an investigation team to confirm again."

To be honest, David is not very confident about these capitalists. It is better to confirm it again.

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

"Everything is going on as normal, but the midterm elections are becoming more urgent. I can only remotely control Wall Street's affairs. Next, I will focus on the election."

"Yes, the three major groups don't get too entangled in the foundation and the relocation of households because they want to regain control of Congress through the midterm elections. In that case, they will have the possibility of taking back everything, so we can't let them succeed. You have to take good care of this matter next. If you need anything, please notify us."

"I understand, Director."

...

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

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

"Stevenson..."

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

After that, he heard that he went to New York State to run for a seat in Congress, but there were too many things later, so David didn't have time to pay too much attention to him.

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

"I see... What do I need to do then?"

"According to the data, several major criminal leaders in New York State have reached an agreement with him to help him win the votes of criminals across the state and also provide him with a political donation. As long as we can get the data in this regard, we can make his election wish go down the drain!"

"Is that so...Okay, then help me arrange the itinerary, I'll go to New York in two days!"

David said after thinking for a while.

In fact, when he was in Nevada, he already had the black material of Stevenson, but the black material at that time was no longer suitable for dealing with Stevenson now.

If you want to destroy Stevenson, who is now running for the Senate, you really need to use black materials related to this campaign.

…

Two days later, an underground bank somewhere in New York.

While the accountant and a large number of staff were busy counting the banknotes, a sudden loud explosion startled everyone.

"Raise your hands, put your hands where I can see!!"

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

Seeing such a battle, the on-site security personnel who came 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 a Cadillac Beast in the middle, David and Munson Jerry Lalin were sitting.

"It's safe inside."

After listening to Munson'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 and stopped when he glanced at a man lying on the ground, half scared to death.

Then he walked forward, helped the man up, patted the dust on his suit, and said with a peaceful face: "Are you the supervisor here?"

"I am, please come to our place...do you have anything to do?"

"The IRS has come to you for one thing, and that is taxation. But we will talk about this later. I want to get some other information from you first."

"What information?"

David did not speak, 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 in your place!"

The man picked up the note and looked at 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 with his hand.

David still looked at the man peacefully and said: "You earn $150,000 a month and the tax payable is $42,000. In other words, after the black tax bill was introduced, you evaded $42,000 every month. Dollar taxes, do you know what that means?”

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

But soon, he retorted: "According to the terms of your Internal Revenue Service's Black Tax Act, the tax evasion regulations suspected of the act are nothing more than paying back the full amount and paying more fines, right?" (End of Chapter)