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

"My uncle's second aunt's aunt's daughter, because of her good looks, hooked up with a lawyer and became his mistress."

"She said that even lawyers are afraid of tax audits, and every year when it's tax season, the bags her lawyer buys for her are cheaper than usual."

"The tax officer who came to our company said that the government has issued a notice that New York City will conduct a citywide tax audit before Christmas, and no one will be spared."

"Eighty percent tax!"

"After paying the taxes, how will my whole family survive?!"

Listening to the discussion around him, Anqi realized that everyone's concerns were largely the same as his own—

What if the Finance Bureau collects personal income tax?

Will they actually impose a military order?

If recruitment is required, when and how will it be conducted?

How can we make a living after paying taxes?

The fear of the unknown spread through the hearts of every ordinary employee.

But people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

On the engineering street, employees of engineering companies protected by the Corleone family are all at ease and have no worries about taxation.

They had inside information—engineering companies protected by the Corleone family wouldn't be subject to tax audits.

This morning, not a single tax official came to their company.

Tom strongly condemned this news and denied it.

This is just a small piece of news, not a big one. It's fake, completely fake!

Even if Tom drives a luxury Ford owned by the Corleone family, uses top-notch talent provided by the Corleone family, and accepts political donations from the Corleone family...

Tom will certainly enforce the law impartially and ensure that the Corleone family is taxed in full accordance with the tiered tax system promulgated by President Ralph Rowe!

What?

You asked why the Corleone family is considered a low-income group and doesn't have to pay taxes?

Anyway, Tom had seen the Corleone family's accounts. He almost cried as he flipped through them. What an impoverished family they were! They were clearly struggling to make ends meet, yet they still managed to maintain their supply chain, just so that the millions of laborers wouldn't lose their livelihoods.

If Tom were the mayor of New York City, he would definitely name Vito the number one person who moved New York!

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Three Ford luxury cars sped past in the middle of the road.

There were three people in the lead car: Totti, who was driving, and Tom and Luca, who were sitting in the back.

Tom nodded with satisfaction at Luca as he watched the groups of construction workers on the street, their faces filled with confusion, fear of the unknown, and anxious discussions.

When they set off in the morning, Tom didn't go into too much detail, only telling Luca the general direction of the tax collection:

They exploited the ignorance of the lower classes about the law, making everyone fear tax collectors and the finance bureau.

To use a Western proverb, the Finance Bureau should be like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of the people.

Tom hadn't expected Luca and the others to do such a great job.

Tom looked at Luca, who, sensing the gaze, asked Tom somewhat uncertainly:

"Commander Tom, they all look like they're terrified of paying taxes."

"Will they unite to resist paying taxes?"

Tom's mind flashed through fragments of Tokyo University's history, and he answered casually:

There's an old saying at Dongda University: "Surround three sides and leave one open."

"It means that as long as people see a way out, they will not fight to the death, but will retreat to that way out."

"I have already reached an agreement with Godfather Vito that we will not levy taxes on companies and individuals under the protection of the Corleone family."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Tom intended to give Luca some pointers, but how much Luca could grasp depended on his own comprehension.

Luca lowered his head in thought, and after a few seconds, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He looked up at Tom and said:

"Commander Tom, I roughly understand what you mean."

"The Corleone family is your way of leaving them an escape route, and also our way of making money."

"Those rednecks on the street, the more afraid they are of paying taxes now, the more frantically they flock to the Corleone family when they learn that the family is exempt from taxes."

"And the Corleone family can take this opportunity to expand their territory, and we can also get their reward."

"This is the 'two-fold' guiding principle you mentioned in your morning address—you must both collect taxes from the government and collect taxes from yourself."

Tom nodded in satisfaction. The wording of this "two-pronged approach" was excellent. In a moment of delight, he said to Luca:

"It's great that you thought of that. From now on, you'll be the captain of these ten people."

"Let's have lunch at a restaurant, it's on me."

"While you're eating, take the opportunity to give the brothers some extra training and improve their tax collection skills."

"We're short on time and have a lot to do; we have other neighborhoods to visit this afternoon."

"We aim to make everyone in the city constituency aware of our capabilities within three days."

Vito Corleone's casual mention of three million dollars has already elevated Tom's ambitions; Tom, who originally planned to earn one million dollars, has changed his goal.

Tom wants to earn more than one, more than two, more than three, more than four, more than five, more than six, more than seven... before Christmas.

In terms of courage to go to the battlefield, even if you cloned a whole Terra Tom, you still wouldn't be able to muster even half a person.

But when it comes to the audacity to exploit the people under the guise of war, Tom alone is worth more than an entire Star Trek legion.

Tom underestimated the significance of the word "taxation" in the minds of Americans.

There was no need to wait until the afternoon to start work; before the lunch break was even over, the entire construction street was in complete chaos.

Construction workers from various companies, especially illegal immigrants, resigned from their original companies and flocked to engineering companies connected to the Corleone family after hearing that the Corleone family could be exempted from taxes.

Vito the Godfather was well-prepared, having spoken with his bosses beforehand, and accepted all comers without hesitation.

The loss of a large workforce, especially the loss of the cheapest undocumented workers, left the owners of other engineering companies dumbfounded.

In the office of the boss of the I Love Railway Engineering Company, Sean slammed his fist on the desk a few times and cursed loudly:

"A bunch of peasants, can't I use them until they die from overwork?"

"He's clearly a tax-exempt poor guy, but he ran away because he was afraid of being taxed!"

"Fuck!"

The boomerang of high American taxes that Sean used to manipulate his employees has ultimately backfired on him.

It wasn't just Sean; other company bosses have also used tax evasion as an excuse to manipulate their employees.

Nowadays, all the cheapest undocumented workers in Brooklyn have gone to work for the Corleone family.

Moreover, any new illegal workers who come to the country in the future will definitely only go to "tax-free" engineering companies.

Having monopolized the cheapest labor force, the Corleone family will be unbeatable by any other company in any future project in Brooklyn.

Sean opened the safe, which contained approximately $80,000, his entire savings.

Sean now faces two choices:

First, taking $80,000 home to retire would make him a wealthy man.

Second, use $80,000 to contact the Irish Razorback Gang, a gang of European compatriots, and let them handle the matter.