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

Under the complex gazes of those around him, Tom's body began to tremble slightly.

Many of Tom's colleagues secretly laughed at him, thinking that he was scared.

Tom wasn't afraid; he was excited.

What others see as monstrous threats, Tom sees as mountains of gold and silver.

Tom planned that once the war started, the government would crack down on taxes, and he could take advantage of the situation to rise to prominence as a tax collector.

In the original plan, no one wanted to go to Brooklyn and Queens. Tom would most likely be in charge of a few chaotic neighborhoods, and then gradually develop them, step by step, to the top.

Now, however, he is directly responsible for the tax revenue of two counties and districts, involving millions of people. His starting point is much higher.

There's nothing more to say, we're colleagues, I, Tom Smith, will just start fishing.

Denise looked around the conference room and, seeing that no one spoke, announced the meeting was adjourned and led the way out of the conference room.

Just before leaving, Denise glanced back at Tom, giving him a smiling look, signaling him to follow.

However, Denise's smile was more like a combination of a wicked smile and a cold laugh, giving off a sense of a successful conspiracy.

Tom understood Dani's look, got up, and followed her toward the chief's office.

Tom isn't afraid of any schemes or tricks; his most important thing right now is—

Making money (crossed out)

Help America raise the funds for its military to fight against the evil fascists (√)

The two walked to the office door one after the other. Denise opened the door, stepped aside, and gestured for Tom to go in first.

Tom didn't think much of it and went straight into the office.

Denise's office is very traditional, like a smaller version of the White House Oval Office.

A carpet that feels expensive to walk on, a large desk that you could lie down and sleep on, a heavy and comfortable sofa chair, a bookcase filled with philosophy books, the American flag and the New York state flag...

Before Tom could observe the details further, he heard the sound of the door locking behind him.

"Crunch~"

"Da~Da~Da~"

With the sound of her high heels clicking, Diane walked to the sofa chair, plopped down on it, leaned back, and crossed her legs.

Ignoring Tom, Denise stretched and crossed her legs, perfectly displaying her body's curves.

"Uh~"

Wearing a fitted black jumpsuit, which Denise deliberately stretched out, her figure was accentuated.

Although she is nearly thirty, her wealthy and comfortable life has left her with no signs of aging.

Because she knows better how to showcase her strengths, Denise is even more pleasing to the eye than many teenage girls.

Especially her perfectly ripe pear-shaped figure, which perfectly embodies the saying:

Hips wider than shoulders, even better than...

But Tom just watched Dani act up, secretly plotting:

Will the system determine that Dani is Slaanesh's messenger during the evening's settlement?

Previously, I rejected the female vendor on the street, and the system judged this as resisting the temptation of Slaanesh, rewarding me with some sanity points after the settlement.

However, their age and appearance were far from flattering, and in the system's eyes, they were at most low-level brats influenced by Slaanesh.

With her appearance, especially her incredibly voluptuous figure, Dani is definitely a high-ranking archduke under Slaanesh's command.

If I refuse such a high-level warp demon, will I be rewarded with valuable attributes?

After wriggling for a few more seconds, Dani finally sat up.

Diane looked at Tom, and because Tom was nearly 1.9 meters tall, Diane could sit at eye level with Tom's abdomen.

Seeing that Tom's House of Commons remained silent, Denise inwardly sneered:

"Just like your professor said, a complete idiot who only knows how to study, take exams, and complete assigned tasks."

"But nerds have their fun."

"The most fun part is getting those bookworms to understand things."

But these words couldn't be said outright, so Dani continued to feign seriousness, pointing to the chair in front of her.

"Tom, sit down and let's talk."

As soon as Tom sat down, he felt a wandering sensation on his leg, and every now and then a light scratch.

Denise's actions made Tom even more certain that the other party was definitely Slaanesh!

This was in 1941, not the era of the information explosion and the internet.

In an era of such limited information, for Dani to have such advanced skills, what else could she be but the Great Demon Slaanesh?

Across from her at the desk, Denise pretended nothing was wrong and pulled two maps out of a folder.

One map shows Brooklyn, and the other shows Queens; the maps are covered with red, blue, and yellow markings.

"Red areas are dangerous areas, controlled by gangs that have been refusing to pay taxes for years."

"The blue areas are the territory of the police station or the National Guard. The nearby merchants are very diligent in paying taxes, and at most they may falsify accounts or evade taxes."

"As for the people in the yellow areas, they are wealthy people who can flexibly pay taxes."

"Under the new tax law, as wealthy individuals, they will theoretically face extremely high tax rates."

"But that's only in theory."

Denise shrugged, and Tom understood what Denise meant.

The law is the law, and reality is reality.

President Roosevelt's new tax law required the wealthy to pay 80 percent of the taxes, but how many wealthy people actually do not keep accounts and legally avoid taxes?

Those who actually pay taxes according to the tax law are all bottom-dwelling rats; you can't find a single one in the entire United States, even in wealthy neighborhoods.

Tom got a hard scratch on his calf, and then Denise continued:

"You can't complete the task by relying solely on taxes from the blue regions."

"It's impossible to pay taxes in red areas, so we can only focus on yellow areas."

"The wealthy people in the yellow regions are all shrewd and calculating. Do you think you can squeeze out their taxes by yourself?"

"Do you need my help? I can teach you how to collect taxes more effectively in yellow zones?"

Looking at the patiently persuading Diane across from him, Tom's lips twitched slightly, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, and he muttered:

"It's all connected, all connected, everything is connected."

"They passed me instantly during the interview, but today they deliberately left me with the two most difficult counties."

"They're trying to make me give up and are using work to blackmail me."

Tom instantly conjured up a scene in his mind—his tax collection efforts had failed, and Denise was grabbing his tie, saying in a threatening yet ambiguous tone:

"Tom, you don't want to lose this job, do you?"

Combined with the sensation on his legs, Tom felt as if he had been transported to a remote corner of Muli.

Having transmigrated to America, the system malfunctioned and claimed it was the Warhammer 40k universe, but now, because of my appearance, I feel like I'm in some remote corner of the Wood Universe.

But Gala shouldn't have been given to Muli like this; it shouldn't have been so direct.

There should be dialogue, gifts, and special events together...

Gradually increase your favorability rating, and unlock achievements and obtain special CGs once you have enough favorability.

Instead of what Tom now feels, where he feels that if he nods, Denise in front of him will pounce on him like a hungry tiger and devour him.

Does this kind of garbage, devoid of any emotional foundation, even deserve to be called "Gala Gemu"?

Oh no, could it be a lewd act?!

This is garbage; even a dog wouldn't play it!