While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Those who fled from Italy all had similar reasons:

Mussolini had already increased taxes for fifty years to prepare for war.

Moreover, Italy is a monarchy with numerous feudal lords throughout the country, and these lords also levy taxes within their territories.

Forget about whether the poor have money or not, the land has been scraped bare.

In addition, since conscription was frequently carried out in rural areas, Italians who had the opportunity to escape basically all did.

Regardless of how tiring it is to wash dishes in an American pizzeria, or how much less money you earn, it's still better than being a semi-serf in Italy.

Tom heard his fellow passengers cursing the corrupt Italian tax collectors quite often along the way.

At the same time, everyone was excited at the thought of becoming tax collectors, feeling like they had finally become mothers-in-law after years of waiting.

Upon entering Manhattan, many people's eyes lit up; the prosperity of America exceeded their expectations.

Manhattan truly lives up to its reputation as one of the world's most bustling areas, with iconic buildings lining the streets:

The Statue of Liberty, a gift from France, is missing one of its arms;

The Empire State Building is the world's tallest skyscraper.

Broadway, the dream paradise of artists;

……

The crowd stared at the magnificent buildings, their mouths agape wide enough to fit a hand grenade.

But Tom didn't think much of it. Besides being used to seeing it every day on his way to and from get off work, the most important reason was—

Tom always felt that Manhattan was missing something, mainly two of the fastest-demolished skyscrapers in human history—the Kobe Bryant Twin Towers.

It's a pity I traveled through time too early; I didn't see Kobe, and I didn't see the Kobe Happy Double Building either.

Lao Da, I miss you.

The image of the man faded from Tom's mind. Tom drove the car to the vicinity of the Finance Bureau, and everyone got out of the car.

The men chosen by the Corleone family, regardless of their looks, were at least tall and strong men with impressive physiques. Combined with the clothes Tom had chosen, they created a somber and imposing sight.

Furthermore, their getting out of the luxury car attracted many female office workers who asked Tom and his companions for their contact information.

Tom rejected them all, and secretly he was pleased with himself.

"Today I led so many people in a collective resistance against Slaanesh's messenger, will the system give me some extra luxury rewards?"

"I don't ask for much, just raise my strength to the level of a Space Marine."

"Or you could turn me, a soulless being, into a psionic being."

Tom led the group into the Finance Bureau.

Seeing Tom dressed up for the first time and accompanied by a group of handsome Italian men, many of his female colleagues developed feelings for him.

Some people approached him eagerly to give him gifts, but Tom refused them all.

Are you kidding me? A bunch of followers of Slaanesh and Nurgle, trying to defile my warriors?

Tom walked through the office area and arrived at the office of team leader Jacks.

As soon as everyone entered the office, Jacks paused for a few seconds, then looked at Tom and the others with pity.

Tom instantly understood his look; it seemed to say:

"Are rich people spending money like this nowadays?"

"One isn't enough? Do you need ten?"

"They're such pitiful people."

Tom had no idea what Jacks had gone through, that his mind was filled with those idiotic plots from the eroge version of Muli.

Tom walked up to Jacks and explained that these ten men were "armed tax collectors" he had hired.

Without wasting any time, Jacks immediately began registering the names, home addresses, and fingerprints of the individuals.

While registering, Jacks couldn't resist making a few jokes:

"No wonder you said you didn't need traditional Chinese medicine doctors, it turns out you were using a human wave tactic."

"That's a great move! That's brilliant! How come I didn't think of that back then?"

"If I could have thought of that, it wouldn't have come to this...it wouldn't have come to this..."

As Jacks spoke, he almost burst into tears.

Tom rolled his eyes at him, said nothing more, registered, and left the Finance Bureau.

What could Tom say? Jacks was also a pitiful man, a tired ox that had lost its mind.

Tom led everyone back to Brooklyn and sent them home.

Before parting, Tom sat in the car and addressed the group:

"Today we've completed your onboarding process. You'll officially start work tomorrow."

"Gather at the Corleone family stronghold before seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Make sure you're all well-rested."

"I believe Godfather Vito must have told you that I could be replaced at any time, and you also know that there are many candidates."

The men stood in a row at the military posture that Tom had just taught them, and shouted back:

"Yes, Mr. Tom!"

"Great, very energetic! I hope to see you all even more energetic tomorrow!"

Tom nodded in satisfaction and stepped on the gas, heading home.

Tom parked the car haphazardly on the side of the road, took out the keys, and went upstairs, not worried at all about theft.

Tom drives a Corleone family car, which most people wouldn't dare to steal.

Even if it's stolen, Vito the Godfather won't blame Tom; he'll only retaliate fiercely against the thief.

In a neighborhood managed by the Corleone family, a Corleone family car was stolen.

This isn't just stealing a car, it's a slap in the face to the Corleone family!

On his way upstairs, Tom ran into his redneck neighbor walking his dog again.

The redneck's name is Sean Ryan, and he is an Irish immigrant.

Compared to the illegal immigrants who fled during the two World Wars, Sean is a true American.

Sean's ancestors fled from Europe during the Irish Famine.

All things considered, the Sean family has lived in America for nearly a century, making them one of the oldest American families.

Sean saw Tom in his new suit and immediately recognized the brand.

It's a brand that Sean has always wanted to buy, but couldn't afford.

Sean immediately became envious and retorted sarcastically:

"New clothes?"

"It doesn't look cheap, does it? Can you afford it with your salary?"

"Could it have been stolen from a villa that was seized for tax evasion?"

Tom glanced at the vicious dog, but instead of retaliating, he asked Sean:

"Your little engineering company, is it the I Love Railway Engineering Company from the next block?"

Sean raised his head and replied smugly:

"Yes, so what? Every penny in the company is earned through my hard work."

Tom chuckled inwardly, thinking, "You still have the nerve to say you earned it through hard work?"

Since you're so confident, we'll start collecting taxes from your house tomorrow.

Similar to the Corleone family, the Sean family's main business is also managing their fellow countrymen who have been illegally immigrated.

The difference is that the Corleone family members are like old friends meeting each other, their eyes filled with tears;

Sean's family, on the other hand, were like old friends meeting in the countryside, ready to help each other out.

The Sean family's main job was to snatch up manual labor jobs on construction sites at low prices and then introduce them to Irish illegal immigrants at even lower prices.

Because this act was so inhumane, many Irish people could only be scammed once or twice, so the Sean family never grew big and never made much money.

But since President Roosevelt was elected, there have been so many municipal projects and so much work that Sean has made a little money in the past few years.