Chapter 180: Tax collection, it’s normal to have cannons. (Third update!)
Who is bigger, A or 2?
What is the problem?
They are all old fools, no one came forward. Victor looked at his watch and became impatient, "What? You have been running a casino for so long, don't tell me, you don't know?"
"Whichever Mr. Victor says is the biggest, will be the biggest!" a thin man at the front said suddenly.
Kasare's eyes widened.
Who the hell said that? Didn’t you know that only you can take photos of “V-P”?
“You have no idea at all. Drag him down and shoot him.” Victor frowned. What he hates most is people who talk nonsense.
"I'll do it!"
Casare pushed the police officer away, jumped up and kicked him in the face. He almost kicked him in the stomach. He made the thin man's eyes pop out, grabbed his hair and dragged him out.
What kind of thing are you?
You flatter me like me?
“Is there any other answer?” Victor looked at these casino owners and said, seeing how they were hesitating, “Then I will choose for you.”
“Starting from here, on the left A is the largest, and 2 on the right is the largest.”
He split his hand in the middle, and the police officer next to him used his hand to separate the two sides.
"Who among you is the richest?" Victor suddenly asked.
The casino owners looked at each other and saw a dark-skinned woman on side 2 pointing at A, "Sifway Stewart Aragon, he is the richest. There are many people in this neighborhood. He bought it, and we are his tenants!"
Victor looked at it and saw that the person being pointed out was a Spaniard. Why was he so sure? Because Spaniards... have very strong body odor.
Just like the eyes of Indians glowing when they see a lizard, it is a racial talent.
The other party's face was deathly gray.
Victor frowned, looked both ways, smacked his lips, hooked his hand towards a police officer, took the rifle from his hand, pulled the bolt, and fired directly at the two squares who spoke.
Thud, tug, tug, tug…sweep it all in one shuttle.
Many people screamed and fell to the ground, and some wanted to run out, but were kicked back by the police at the door.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! All my money will be given to you! All my money will be given to you!" The woman was lucky enough not to be killed. She knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
Victor frowned, "What are you talking about? Am I that kind of bandit? Am I just interested in your money? You simply made the wrong choice. Madam, A is indeed bigger than 2!" Sorry, you’re out of luck.”
Tutu...
The woman's plea for mercy stopped abruptly.
The smell of blood gushing from the corpses everywhere scared many people on the other side. They were bad guys who used loan sharks, forced girls into prostitution, and deliberately played tricks. However, when they met Victor, who had more cruel methods, they still Will be afraid.
What does this mean?
Military leaders>Politicians>Gangsters>Bad ones.
"Mr. Silverway Stewart Aragon, please come here." Victor smiled and waved, and the Spanish man trembled and moved over, his face pale, "First...Mr."
"Don't be nervous, your last name is also Aragon, I have a friend who is also the head of the Mexican News Media Group, but he is a drug dealer. You should not be a drug dealer, right?"
"No! No! I have nothing to do with drugs! !”
Victor patted the other party on the shoulder with satisfaction, “That’s right, but our anti-drug troops are working hard on the front line, but some people in the back don’t pay taxes. Without money, we on the front line can’t afford to buy artillery shells, and we can’t send them. "Salary, do you think this is collaborating with the enemy?"
Sifwe Stewart Aragon cried, "Pay it! Pay it!"
Victor squinted his eyes, "The child is dead. You know how to breastfeed me. I am here to collect the debt and you know how to pay back the money. Are you afraid of death?"
"Don't cry. If you cry, I will tie you up." Let the cannon blast you at the door! "
It's so embarrassing for a man to cry. Even if you have a gun pointed at your head, you have to be impassioned and kill the tough guy to have fun.
Sifwei quickly wiped his tears.
“From now on, this casino street will belong to the anti-drug force!”
The other party was anxious, but when he saw Victor's half-smiling expression, he quickly nodded honestly.
“But I won’t let you go hungry. I will rent it to you every year, but I only allow 20 casinos to exist in Tijuana. Others are not allowed, and I will issue you gambling licenses. And send professional financial personnel to the station. You will not allow illegal loan sharking. Everything must be under the control of the government!"
" Gambling licenses are issued once every three years. Everyone can bid, but they have to pay a fee! , the minimum is not less than 3 million US dollars, and in addition to value-added tax, consumption tax, luxury goods tax, the casino also adds alcohol tax, service tax and chip tax, 75%. The money won by tourists also needs to be taxed, 55% of course! , you pay for it.”
Victor is still “too compassionate.”
You can't really do this kind of operation by paying 20 yuan for the other party to earn 2 yuan. You have to take care of a family and have to eat.
Of course, if you don’t pay taxes and your whole family dies, there’s no need to eat.
The Spaniard Silverway almost fainted when he heard this. This... This is a dig at the bottom of the gambling industry. You are robbing!
Victor looked at him and said with a smile, "Of course, you can refuse, but I will beat you to death for evading taxes on my territory, and there will be no reprieve."
" Bullets and cooperation, you have to choose the same."
"This...this gambling industry still has a share of some powerful people in Spain, this...I have to discuss this with them" Silverway said with a grimace.
"Spain?"
"This is Mexico, do you think it's the colonial period?"
"I don't have that much patience, so I count to three."
"Three !”
Victor pulled out his gun and pointed it at his head. Silverway stared, where are your one and two? Seeing the other person's finger on the trigger, he quickly said, "I agree!"
That’s right! In fact, how can a business war be as difficult as the other party says? Many people say how awesome capitalists are, but you see... they are also very talkative.
"But I allow you to bid for gambling licenses, but you have to make up for the previous tax evasion. Does the Financial Secretary have any account books?"
"No...no."
"The person pays a fine of 6 million US dollars and the matter is over. Is there anything else you want to say?"
The casino owners lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
Victor was very satisfied, "Everyone makes money together. I give you food so you can eat it. If I don't let you move, you have to shut up."
He patted it. Silverway's shoulder, "Otherwise, I'll smash your mouths."
After saying that, he walked out of the casino.
The police officers behind him took the confiscated gambling funds and left.
Sifwei took a few steps back, his legs were a little weak, and he held on to the gambling table next to him, sweating continuously.
The pressure was so great that I almost... almost had to go see my great-grandma.
"Silverway, this... Victor is planning to treat us like dogs!" Someone finally couldn't help lowering his voice and said, with a bit of hope in his tone, "Should... let Spain give it to Mexico? A little pressure? "
They have been enjoying themselves in Tijuana for so long, and suddenly someone puts a shackle on their necks. Dogs that are accustomed to breaking away will not learn to behave.
But when the master holds a stick, he has to behave.
"Yes! With just one or two words from Victor, he wants to take away our billions of dollars in profits every year?"
"Think of a way, Silverway, you have the most connections here."
The casino bosses kept talking to each other, which made Silverwei's head growl. He couldn't help but cursed angrily, "Shut up!"
Everyone became quiet.
"Why didn't you just say no to him? Are you afraid of death? If you are not convinced, you can find someone to kill him! You can go to the black market to find a killer, as you like."
Silverway sat slumped on the ground.
He didn’t dare.
The corpse on the ground had eaten and drank together yesterday.
Victor, you are just a fucking dictator!
Police?
Are there any police officers like you?
......
Victor walked to the casino street and looked at everyone in the Finance Department, "Do you think it is difficult to collect this tax?"
Those people They looked at each other, not daring to express any opinions.
“But I also know how difficult it is to get people to pay taxes on time in Mexico. Many people are extremely uncooperative, so I’ll beat them to cooperate. I plan to set up a tax collection force, learn from American concepts, and equip them with armed helicopters, Armored vehicles and artillery, if anyone dares not to pay taxes, let him go to heaven!”
Mexico’s version of the IRS? !
The staff of the Financial Secretary immediately became energetic.
Should we also have our own troops?
"Detach a battalion from the emergency response team across Mexico, and I will arrange for another person to take charge of this team. What your Finance Secretary has to do is to check taxes. We will collect the taxes that the Mexican government does not dare to collect. We will do our best. Support the expenditure of the anti-drug force."
"Even if someone wants to rob, remember to ask him to hand over the tax."
"If I see such figures on my financial statements, I will send you to Guadalupe Island to go shark hunting!"
"Is one week enough? Give me all the debts owed by Tijuana. Of course, when you come back, you won't be allowed to work in vain. In addition to the basic salary, you can get one thousandth of the commission on the accounts you want to come back. That's right, guys, if you find evidence of tax evasion by the wealthy people in Tijuana, you will You can make a fortune." Victor simply threw away the IRS's "bonus system."
No one can remain indifferent.
Sure enough, the Financial Secretary’s eyes instantly lit up!
“Commission...commission?”
"That's right, do your best, guys, I hope you catch the Al Capone of Mexico."
The IRS imprisoned Al Capone for 25,000 years, and he became famous in one battle.
Victor sat back in the Hummer, and Casare stood beside him and asked, "Boss, is this commission system too advanced?"
"The only thing that promotes the development of people and technology is Interests and desires, I want no one in Mexico to dare to evade taxes."
"Even if you sell drugs... you still have to pay taxes?" Casare continued doubtfully.
"No, drug traffickers deserve to die, and their money should be confiscated."
After his Hummer left, the staff of the Finance Department became active in an instant.
“We can get commission, so if I find out 100 million U.S. dollars, wouldn’t it be directly 100,000 U.S. dollars?”
“I think my leather shoe factory must have evaded taxes, so I apply for investigation Him!"
"Mike, that's your uncle..."
"No, that's US dollars."
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(End of this chapter)