United states tax collector

Like most Muslim men.

He also has a thick beard, but his face is thin, his cheekbones are high, his eyes are small and deep-set, and his gaze flickers, giving people a sly and cunning look.

[Name: Ibrahim Adamu. 】

[Occupation: Watch shop owner, stolen goods sales leader. 】

[Monthly income: US$3,568 (legal), US$643,000 (illegal). 】

[Detailed income: On December 3, he purchased a batch of jewelry and watches that were robbed by Gasim Ravi, a gang member in the old city, and made a profit of US$70,000. On December 17, he purchased Mubemba Niya in the black community. A stolen calligraphy and painting made a profit of 90,000 US dollars...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: US$254,628. 】

"It's a fat sheep..."

After scanning the old man's tax situation, David raised the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Ibrahim also asked: "Hello two, how can I help you?"

He could already tell that the two people in front of him were not looking at watches or repairing them.

"Ibrahim Adamu, right?"

Hearing David call his name directly, Ibrahim's eyes flickered even more, but he still replied truthfully: "Yes."

“We are IRS auditors!”

"IRS?"

Ibrahim was slightly startled, and then his mind was running rapidly. After making sure that his taxes were not in arrears, he replied: "It turns out to be Mr. Inspector of the Internal Revenue Service. Although the shop is running a small business, Monthly taxes will be paid in time..."

David walked up to him and sat down, looked directly at him, smiled slightly and said, "I know, I'm not here to check the tax situation of your store, I'm here to check the tax situation of your other profession. of!"

Ibrahim's expression froze, and ripples appeared in his heart.

Could it be that……

Has your true identity been exposed?

But even if he was exposed, shouldn't it be the police or the FBI who came to the door?

What does the IRS have to do with it?

He couldn't understand, so in order to find something to say, he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Mr. Inspector, I don't seem to understand what you are saying!"

"It doesn't matter, I'll explain it to you!"

David was not in a hurry and said slowly: "On the 3rd of last month, our American Congress passed a bill..."

A few minutes later, even the cunning Ibrahim couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

From now on, whether it is drug trafficking, robbery, theft or any illegal activity, you will have to pay taxes to the IRS?

As long as the taxes are paid to the IRS, the IRS will not interfere with their illegal activities and will even keep their identities confidential.

Why is this a bit like a gang that collects protection money from civilians, and if you pay it, nothing will happen to you, but if you don't, it will get you? !

But the IRS is a formal state agency. How is this method different from extortion?

Ibrahim couldn't understand it at all. He shook his head pretending to be innocent and said, "Mr. Inspector, I think you are mistaken. You have also seen that the shop is operating a legal business. Where does the illegal income come from?"

David looked him directly in the eyes: "Are you sure?"

Ibrahim nodded.

"Nagasim Ravi, do you know him?"

Hearing this name, Ibrahim's expression changed slightly, but he quickly covered it up and shook his head: "I don't know him."

“Where is Mubemba Nya?”

"do not know……"

David smiled, but it was just a sneer, and said: "On the 3rd of last month, Gasim gave you a batch of jewelry and two green water ghosts. Did you forget it so quickly?"

Ibrahim's expression changed again.

"On December 7, Mubemba brought you a calligraphy and painting from the Tang Dynasty of China. You sold it to the owner of Cam Casino and made 70,000 US dollars. Have you forgotten this?"

David pointed out these pieces of information one after another. No matter how cunning and cunning Ibrahim was, he couldn't control his expression at this moment and became completely gloomy.

But he still said stubbornly: "I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't know Mubumba Gasim!"

David turned to look at Nissen: "Did you hear everything?"

"heard it!"

Nissen also understood and immediately turned around to leave.

Seeing this scene, Ibrahim couldn't sit still and shouted quickly: "What do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say you don't know them? Well, why don't I invite them over and confront you face to face?"

"No need!"

Ibrahim's face was so gloomy that ink dripped from it.

He knew the character of those guys, and confronting them face to face would only make it more embarrassing.

The IRS has so much information about him that it seems they have no choice but to quibble.

"That's right, we are just 'seeking money'. If you hand it over to us, we will turn around and leave. We promise not to disturb your business. We will cooperate and win-win!"

Listening to David's shameless words, Ibrahim kept cursing in his heart.

win-win?

Co-author, you used the official name to blackmail me, and yet we cooperated to achieve a win-win situation?

I’m afraid the only one who wins is you, the IRS!

Although he was very angry in his heart, he did not dare to refute anything at this time. He could only reply: "I recently bought a house and lost a lot of money in the casino. The funds are somewhat difficult to turn around. Can you give me some mercy?" day?"

Naturally, he was unwilling to be blackmailed like this, so he planned to delay it for a day, which was considered as a small revenge.

David sneered and said, "It's just over 200,000 yuan. Don't tell me you can't get this little money!"

"Twenty thousand?"

Ibrahim was stunned and full of doubts.

"Your monthly income is more than 600,000 yuan, but according to the tax rate, it is not more than 200,000 yuan!"

There was a storm in Ibrahim's heart.

He originally thought that the IRS had only investigated his identity, as well as Mubemba and Gasim.

I didn’t expect that even the monthly income would be so clear.

Doesn't that mean that, except for Mubemba and Gasim, every transaction he made this month has been monitored?

When the hell did the IRS start investigating him? Why didn’t he notice it at all?

After a while, Ibrahim calmed down and said, "Now that you know everything, as I said, 200,000 yuan is not a small sum, and I need some time to raise it."

"How long will it take you?"

"A month...oh no, it might take two months!"

David was amused by this, and then said in a tone that could not be refused: "One day, I only give you one day, I want to see your taxes tomorrow!"

There are only 11 days left until the assessment period. How could he let the other party delay for so long?

What's more, through the function of the golden finger, he saw that 200,000 yuan was not a lot of money to this old Egyptian man.

If he wants to hand it over, he can take it out almost anytime.