Chapter 92 Attention from the General Administration
Although it is only the third day of the assessment period and the final ranking cannot be determined, this still surprises them!
After realizing that David might have great potential, the relevant senior officials of the Washington General Administration also 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 also know, under my guidance, his inspection My ability has improved by leaps and bounds, to where it is now..."
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.
The call he received now was 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 discernment.
"Yes, William, our black tax bill needs such capable elites. I hope that after this assessment period is over, David's ranking can be further improved!"
"I understand Deputy Director Donald, and I will let him continue to be like this!"
After hanging up the phone, William was in a good mood.
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 is 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 was going to tell David the news and give this boy some motivation!
Soon, he arrived in front of David's office door.
Knocked on the door and after receiving the word '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 you have heard of it!"
This deputy director is one of the drafters of the black tax bill, and David certainly knows it.
"He values you very much, let you behave well!"
David was startled when he heard this, and then he became happy.
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 my 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.
In the room at this time, 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 Kneading.
"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 secretly complained 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 IRS has said that he wants you to Go see him before 6 o'clock in the evening, otherwise..."
At the end, Baldwin did not dare to continue talking.
Dieter pushed away the technician behind him, turned around, stared at him with a fierce look, and asked: "Otherwise what?"
"Otherwise... they will be rude to you... ..."
Maybe because of too much fear, after finishing speaking, Baldwin lowered his head.
"Asshole, who is the IRS? They are rude to me. Do they know who I am?!"
Looking at the furious Dieter, Baldwin was even more angry and did not dare to breathe. one time.
But at this time, the oily man sitting on the sofa could not sit still. He interrupted: "Baldwin, tell me the whole thing in detail!"
His name is Sapir. , is a lawyer, mainly responsible for helping 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.
"That's right. 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 has indeed heard of the Black Tax Act.
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 Let’s talk to them!”
“I’m talking about your mother, do you have a brain problem? Who should I talk to in this three-acre area of Las Vegas?”< br>
Sapir frowned after being scolded like this.
He knows that in America, Indians have many privileges.
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.
I would like to ask you, no matter how tough 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?"
"And give them a copy? I'll give them a damn, even dare to snatch my goods , It’s good if I don’t kill them!”
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, there’s no point in talking anymore!
……
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 are an Indian, 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!"
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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 burger, took a few bites, and asked: "Which restaurant is the biggest in Dieter's in the Lake District?"
Nissen thought for a moment and replied: " The biggest thing... should be the 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!"
"Understood!"
……
DA Nightclub.
It was already 6 o'clock at this time, 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 He rushed in with a rifle, and while scanning for threats, he warned: "Don't act rashly, we are from the IRS, here to conduct a routine inspection!"
Hearing that it was from the IRS, Everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.
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: Hostess. 】
[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. 】
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[Name: Emily Emmanuelle. 】
[Occupation: Hostess. 】
[Monthly income: legal income 3,000 US dollars, illegal income 42,000 US dollars. 】
[Income details: On December 4, we provided contraband items to customers and made a profit of 300 US dollars. We provided services to customers and made a profit of 1,000 US dollars. On December 6, we provided contraband items to customers and we made a profit. 500 US dollars...]
[More details:...]
[Tax payable: US$6,300. 】
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David briefly scanned the information of these people at the scene 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 suit with a short cut 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?”
“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 at the scene were shocked. , the escort girls 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. He said with a gloomy face: "Do you know whose place this is?"
"Yes, Dieter" ·Omaha!”
“Now that you know it, how dare you do it?”
"His situation 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 seizes this guy's place every day, and he doesn't believe that this guy can still keep his composure!
"Okay ladies, let's all 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 seizure order and said : "This is a sealing order issued by Judge Chiesa. Now it is suspected that your establishment is suspected of tax evasion, and it is temporarily sealed!"
"You..."
Congreve was angry. They have been operating here for several years, and no department has ever dared to come here to cause trouble, let alone directly say that they want to close it 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 will call you later!"
Sapir put it down. He called 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."
(End of Chapter)