American tax officials

Chapter 15 The scene was spectacular.

State Taxation Bureau, Huzhou Branch.

When I returned here, the Black people had not yet arrived.

Upon entering the tax hall, David called out to a receptionist at the service window, "Debbie, have everyone you can spare stop for a moment and prepare some forms for me."

At the service window, the overweight woman named Debbie paused for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Inspector David, how many forms do you need?"

"Two or three hundred portions, they'll be here soon, hurry!"

After saying that, David turned and headed up to the third floor without looking back, leaving Debbie still in a daze.

Arriving at the inspectors' office on the third floor, it was as noisy and busy as ever, with all the inspectors working on their cases.

David arrived at his office area and, while organizing tax invoices, called out to a few people nearby, "Bucky, Sherwood... can you spare a moment?"

The IRS system works like this: a tax chief leads a team, and this team consists of four groups, or eight inspectors.

The people he's calling up now are his teammates.

According to regulations, when faced with cases that involve a large workload, team members are allowed to invite other members to assist them.

Today, there were two or three hundred people in that group of zero-yuan shoppers.

With such a large workload, it would probably take David and Nissen three days and three nights to finish it.

Therefore, David naturally needs their assistance.

"Okay, what's up?"

"I'm fine with that too."

"..."

These teammates were quite generous, putting down their work and appearing completely at your beck and call.

"Didn't Tax Chief Lewis assign me that zero-dollar purchase case? Nissen and I have already handled it, but there were a few too many people..."

Hearing this, Bucky and the others seemed somewhat surprised.

The zero-dollar purchase case seemed easy, and the group of black men weren't particularly vicious criminals. But as inspectors, they all knew that it was precisely these scoundrels who walked the line between the law that were the most difficult to deal with.

While these scoundrels might not dare to confront the IRS head-on, they'll definitely resort to all sorts of tricks and tantrums when they hear about taxes.

If you don't catch them and scare them with things like the tiger bench or pepper spray, don't expect them to cooperate obediently!

But David hadn't even caught a single person yet, and he'd already gotten it all done in one trip?

Moreover, judging from David's tone, there were quite a few people he managed to get involved in this zero-dollar purchase scheme. How did he manage to do that?

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing that no one had responded for a long time, David stopped organizing the documents and turned to look at them.

"No...no problem..."

The group then came to their senses.

But soon, they seemed to remember something, and their expressions suddenly became somewhat relieved.

Although David didn't tell them where the $39.6 came from yesterday, such a sensational amount quickly got word out.

It is said that it was obtained from the group of robbers who hijacked the cash transport truck at the Encar casino!

Those robbers were incredibly intelligent; even the casino, the police station, and the FBI couldn't find a trace of them, and in the end, they were caught by David.

In comparison, it's not surprising that they can easily and efficiently handle those who buy things for free.

But then again, this kid has been so 'powerful' these past two days, could it be that he's really found some kind of secret?

While the group was lost in thought.

Upon reaching the third floor, Nison, who had parted ways with David, returned and said, "I've already informed Mary's department that everything is ready!"

David nodded and continued organizing the tax invoices and other documents.

About half an hour later.

A commotion in the corridor caused the entire inspectors' hall to go from looking on with curiosity and shock to falling completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Led by Debbie, a long line of black people walked down the passage, each holding a white form.

Although they had already reached David and the others, the long line still hadn't stopped, and there seemed to be countless people still at the entrance of the passage.

"What... what's going on?"

"Why are there so many people here?"

"Who... are these people?"

After a long while, the inspectors at the scene finally came to their senses, but the shocked expressions still lingered on their faces.

Although we don't know who these people are, we can be sure from the forms they are holding that they are here to pay taxes!

What surprised them even more was...

From the corridor to David's office, there were already dozens of people, and heaven knows how many more were gathered outside the unseen corridor!

In order to find out exactly how many people there were, many inspectors didn't care about anything else and quickly put down their work and walked towards the corridor to see what was going on.

Bucky and the others were stunned for a long time upon seeing this situation. Then, he immediately rushed to Debbie and hurriedly asked, "Debbie, how many people are still down there?"

Debbie glanced at David, and said with lingering fear, "I don't know the exact number, but there should be two or three hundred people..."

"Two or three hundred people!"

Bucky and the others almost lost their footing and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, they remembered David's words from earlier.

There are a bit too many people!

At the time, they thought there would be at most a few dozen people.

But there are two or three hundred people now, and you call that a little too many?

It seems you've brought back all the free-to-buyers in the entire lake region!

"Inspector David, this is my $910."

Osborn, standing at the front, handed over an envelope and said timidly, "Also... the brothers all need to support their families, could you please hurry up a bit..."

"certainly."

David turned to look at Bucky and the others, who understood that dealing with the situation was the top priority. They suppressed their emotions and called some of the Black men to his post to handle the matter.

While David and his men were busy working enthusiastically.

At the elevator entrance, the elevator doors coming down from the fourth floor opened, and six or seven men walked out hurriedly, among them Lewis.

Lewis and the others first glanced at David and the others who were busy at work, then at the endless figures in the passage, their confusion deepening.

After a long pause, a white man with Mediterranean features spoke up: "It seems my report to my men was correct; several hundred people have indeed come this time."

"Several hundred people..."

Standing to Lewis's right, a man in a suit with thick eyebrows pondered, "Chief Tax Officer Lewis, where did you get so many men under your command?"

(End of this chapter)