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

The place Totti was pointing to was exactly where the purchase price and quantity of sand were recorded during a project in January of this year.

Sean increased the price of sand by about five percent and the usage by about eight percent on paper.

In Sean's eyes, Tom's men were quite capable, as they even noticed such a subtle price difference.

With a forced smile, Sean said to Totti:

"Oh, you're so observant. Is it that you think the price of sand on the books is too high?"

"This price is the official price. We can only use river sand for our projects; we can't use sea sand."

"The construction period for this project is at the beginning of winter. It is normal for the price of river sand to rise in winter due to seasonal factors."

"In addition to the season, each material is also affected by factors such as transportation, output, and quality."

"As for the amount used, it is normal for the actual amount used to be more than the amount shown on the drawings. It is impossible not to take the loss into account."

Totti clearly didn't understand, but he still nodded as if he did.

After Sean finished speaking, Totti waved his hand and said:

"I see, I understand. You can go back now."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned to leave. As soon as he got back to his office, he started playing chess with a pale face.

Sean held down his secretary's chess-playing hand with one hand, wiped the cold sweat from his brow with the other, and thought to himself with relief:

"No wonder Tom asked me for my company name yesterday. It turns out he hired an accounting expert to get back at me. He could even spot such a minor flaw."

"Fortunately, I was a step ahead. I didn't make the price of any single material too outrageous. Instead, I slightly increased the price of all materials."

"Even if the Secretary of the Treasury of the Federal Government were to investigate these accounts, he wouldn't find any problems."

Totti, who was in the lobby, didn't think too much about it. He turned to look at the ledger, flipped through a few pages, grabbed an Irish employee at random, asked him for his name, and scribbled a few lines in his notebook.

A few minutes later, Anqi asked his colleague:

"This tax officer seems to be writing down our names. We all came here illegally, what's the point of him writing down our names?"

Angie didn't understand the difference between Tom and Totti. Tom was a licensed tax officer, so Totti, who worked under him, must also be a tax officer.

My colleague replied in a low voice:

"I just heard from the tax officer that they are responsible for collecting taxes not only from companies, but also from individuals."

"I suspect he wants to write down our names so he can collect taxes from us!"

Anqi's eyes widened instantly, and he continued speaking to his colleague:

"Does this mean illegal immigrants to the United States will also be taxed?"

"I only earn twenty or thirty dollars a month. If I have to pay taxes, how can I survive?"

My colleague replied:

"Didn't you hear what that chief tax official just said?"

"Only death and taxes are inevitable."

"I just talked to some of my colleagues, and that's what they said..."

"In the United States, let alone illegal immigrants, even if a tourist finds a penny on the ground, they have to break it in half and pay the tax to the government."

"It's just that in previous years the government wasn't short of money, and tax audits weren't strict."

"But now that war has started, the government is definitely short of money, so of course they will strictly investigate taxes."

"Have you forgotten our Irish tax collectors?"

"My grandfather told me that during the great famine, every household had very little food, but they still had to pay taxes according to the standards for a bumper year."

"The more severe the famine and war, the stricter the government's tax inspections."

My colleague is a bachelor; he's single and has no worries about his family. He seems completely indifferent.

But Anqi is different; he has a wife and children to support, and his salary is barely enough to feed his family.

If they were to pay personal income tax, several members of their family would surely starve to death.

Just as Anchi was about to ask his colleague for more details, Totti called out to him again:

"Anqi, go and call your boss down again. There's another problem here."

Anqi shuddered, as if he had been called by the King of Hell, and his legs trembled as he went to call the boss, Sean.

When Sean heard that it was Totti calling him, he quickly stopped playing chess, straightened his pants, and came out to explain to Totti.

Totti pretended to understand again and sent Sean back.

After repeating this five or six times, Sean finally realized something was wrong.

Totti was trying to fool him!

But remembering the gun on Totti's waist and the American right to legally tax armed forces, Sean had no choice but to give in.

Speaking of killing people, Redneck Sean is definitely not afraid. He has killed quite a few people. There are at least double digits of Gundams that he has encased in cement in the Atlantic Ocean.

But Totti is different; he's a tax collector.

If the tax collector came to Sean's company to collect taxes on the first day, and was inexplicably shot dead the next day...

Even if Sean's books are truly clean, the Treasury will still find ways to mess with him.

Sean didn't dare to openly oppose the Finance Bureau.

Totti spent the entire morning at the I Love Railroad Engineering Company.

Every few minutes, Totti would have Sean come down to explain the "suspicious points" in the ledger.

Sean could only force a smile and explain again and again.

Sean's employees, seeing their boss, who usually swaggered around and used various excuses to deduct wages, acting like this, discussed among themselves:

"Even our boss is being audited like this; what are we supposed to do if he audits our taxes?"

"I heard from my boss that in the United States, 80% of wages are taxed."

"We may seem to earn less by working for him illegally, but we don't have to pay taxes, so in the end we earn more than the average American construction worker."

"But if we're audited and taxed, will we be able to afford the taxes?"

Sean said that purely to manipulate his fellow Irishman.

In fact, under the current tax law in the United States, only the very richest people are taxed at 80%.

Poor people whose income is below the tax threshold do not pay personal income tax.

But most Americans don't even know many words, so getting them to understand the "tax threshold" in tax law is practically impossible.

As everyone watched Sean's subservient demeanor, their fear of the Treasury Department intensified.

Finally, it was lunchtime, and Luca drove to pick up Totti.

Before leaving, Totti said to Sean and his staff:

"I'll be coming to check the taxes again this afternoon or tomorrow."

Totti deliberately didn't clarify whether he was there to check corporate taxes or personal taxes.

With Totti gone, Sean felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders and went back to his office to play chess with his secretary.

But Sean's employees were all on tenterhooks, very worried that Totti would come and audit their taxes.

Finally, Anqi couldn't hold back any longer. He left I Love Railway Engineering Company and planned to ask other engineering companies what the situation was like.

As soon as Anqi stepped outside, he saw employees from other companies gathered on both sides of the road, their faces filled with the same anxiety as Anqi's.

These employees have one thing in common: the engineering companies they work for are not affiliated with the Corleone family.