American tax officials

Chapter 335 The First Day in Office

The next morning, David and his group of four arrived at the entrance of the headquarters. After gazing at the majestic building for a while, they entered with great excitement.

The Tax Inspection Office is located on the tenth floor of the State Administration of Taxation building, an entire floor that is about half the size of a football field.

Meanwhile, inside the office, all the staff of the department were already in place, their expressions slightly serious, glancing at the elevator entrance from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Ding-dong!"

As the elevator doors opened, everyone present immediately stood up upon seeing the group of four people stepping out.

"Chief Inspector General."

"Chief Inspector General."

"..."

Amidst the greetings from the crowd, a capable-looking woman in her forties walked through the crowd and approached David, saying, "Inspector General David, I am the former Inspector General's administrative assistant, my name is Hannah."

"Okay, Hannah, I look forward to your guidance from now on..."

Before he took up the post, Donald had told him that he would be left with an assistant who was familiar with the department’s business to assist him. Since he was new to the job, he did need someone who was proficient in the department’s affairs to assist him, so he did not refuse.

"You flatter me, Inspector General. Please feel free to call me if you have any questions."

David nodded, turned to the dozens of department staff present, and said, "Everyone, I'm very happy to be working in this department and as your supervisor. As for who I am, I'm sure you all know, so I won't go into too much detail. I hope we can work together very well in the future..."

To be honest, more than 9% of the people present welcomed David's arrival.

The reason is simple: after experiencing numerous events, David now possesses various accolades, and his exposure is even comparable to that of the president.

Therefore, once they arrive at their tax inspection department, their department will naturally be frequently exposed to the spotlight. As long as they perform well, they can naturally gain a lot of prestige and exposure, thus making their career path smoother.

Besides, David's abilities are definitely among the best in the IRS right now. If he can solve more major cases like he did in Los Angeles, then his department staff will certainly benefit a lot.

"Oh, by the way, I also brought a few new colleagues with me this time. I hope everyone can help them get familiar with the department's affairs as soon as possible in the coming days."

"Hi everyone, my name is Nison, I'm from Las Vegas, nice to meet you all..."

"Hello everyone, my name is Simmons..."

"My name is Bucky..."

Nixon Bucky Simmons had been with David for so long that he was not only well-known to people in the IRS system, but also to the general public.

They even gave these guys a nickname: David's "Three Great King Kongs"!

Therefore, these people naturally wouldn't play any workplace exclusion games. On the contrary, because they were David's confidants, they were all prepared to curry favor with him under the pretext of familiarizing themselves with the business.

"Chief Inspector, shall I show you your office?"

Seeing that they were almost familiar with each other, Hannah spoke up.

"it is good."

Following Hannah's steps, after passing through the office building, David arrived at a section of area separated by glass.

In addition to the Inspector General's office, this building also houses the offices of the Deputy Inspector General, the Administrative Assistant, the Secretary's office, and the department head responsible for tax oversight in various regions of the United States.

In the tax inspection department of the State Taxation Administration, the highest-ranking official is the chief inspector, and the next level down is the deputy chief inspector.

It is said that the previous deputy inspector general had personality problems, and in order to avoid any analytical conflicts with David who took office, he was transferred to another department after the old inspector general retired.

Therefore, this position is currently vacant.

As for the tax supervisors in each region, there are mainly seven.

As per David's request, three of them have already been transferred, in order to make room for Nison, Bucky, and Simmons.

David had already met the remaining four supervisors during the introductions.

Of course, while they are called regional managers, they actually have to hold the position of tax inspector to be eligible to hold it concurrently. Otherwise, it would not have been an easy task for David to parachute in Nison, Bucky, and Simmons.

"Chief Inspector General, please come in!"

Hannah effortlessly pushed open the door to the Inspector General's office.

This office is about the same size as David's office in Los Angeles, but what they have in common is that they both have floor-to-ceiling windows, through which you can see the bustling traffic on Constitution Avenue.

The desk was a mahogany table about three meters long and two meters wide. On the right side of the desk was a desktop Apple computer, and on the right side were some neatly arranged documents.

To the left and behind the table hung the IRS flag and the American flag.

"Chief Inspector General, do you need any changes to the layout here, or do you have any personal preferences regarding the arrangement of your office?"

"No."

David sat down in the boss's chair, gestured for Hannah to sit down as well, and then said, "Come on, tell me about the department's situation, the state tax inspections, and the policies the previous inspector general was in charge of..."

The Freemasons are now plotting to repeal the Black Tax Act, and he needs to take control of this department as soon as possible so that he can deal with these people with peace of mind.

"..."

After several hours of observation, David finally grasped some of the operating models and processes of the regulatory authorities, and also understood the main focus of the previous management team.

Strictly speaking, the former inspector general, deputy inspector general, and a number of regional supervisors were quite responsible. After the black tax bill was enacted, they introduced several tax supervision policies for various states, which achieved some results.

Therefore, after some consideration, David did not intend to overturn these policies in the short term.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

Lost in thought, a voice interrupted him. He looked up and saw Hannah looking somewhat embarrassed. He glanced at his watch; it was already 12:10.

David said apologetically, "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now. Why don't you go have lunch first? We can talk again this afternoon if we have time."

Yesterday, Obadiah told me that there would be a high-level meeting today to discuss the Freemasons' repeal of the black tax law, so he didn't know if he would have time this afternoon.

"OK."

……

The IRS has its own dedicated cafeteria.

Shortly after lunch, David received a call from Obadiah, asking him to go to the conference room on the 13th floor immediately.

When he arrived at the conference room, Obadiah Vertonghen and others were already there.

"David's here, please have a seat!"

Donald pointed to a seat next to him, and David sat down with a bit of excitement.

Although he had long accepted his position as a high-ranking official in the IRS, the feeling of sitting here on equal footing with these bigwigs was still indescribable.

As I was thinking, everyone had gradually arrived.

With Obadiah speaking, the group began to discuss the issue from the previous night, namely the Freemasons' proposed repeal of the Black Tax Act.

……

A week later.

In the conference room of the estate on Senna Island, on the East Coast of New York.

"Tell me, how's it going?"

Henrietta, seated at the head of the table, spoke calmly.

"Mr. Henrietta, through my lobbying efforts, I have reached an agreement with 13 members of the House of Representatives and 5 senators who will support us in repealing the black tax bill!"

Joshua was the first to step forward and said this in a boastful manner.

"I've also convinced nine members of the House of Representatives and three senators to support repealing the black tax bill!"

Prescott, the head of the Rockefeller family, echoed this sentiment.

"I'm here..."

In the following period, the other major families, including some Freemasons, also reported the number of members of parliament they had successfully lobbied.

"If we calculate it that way... adding our own people... we should have enough votes in both the House and Senate..."

Henrietta pondered for a moment, and finally said thoughtfully.

"Yes, sir, hehe, it's all thanks to David's own foolishness; he actually fell out with those Onsa people. Otherwise, we might not have had much of a chance of winning!"

Joshua gave a cold laugh.

"Oh, by the way, what's the attitude of those Onsa people now? Can they lend us a hand?"

Although on the surface, they had enough votes in Congress to repeal the Black Tax Act.

However, in the history of the United States Congress, there are many examples of parties feeling confident of victory but ultimately losing when the vote is cast.

What's more, they were facing David, a ruthless opponent.

Don't be fooled by the fact that many members of parliament have been persuaded by them. Who knows if these members of parliament are confident that they are in David's hands and are just being deliberately hypocritical?

If this group suddenly turns against their own side at the start of the vote, resulting in them not getting enough votes, then they're doomed.

Therefore, if the Anssa people could lend them a hand, then no matter how powerful David was, he would have no choice but to surrender.

Joshua looked troubled and said, "The day after news broke that they had fallen out, I sent someone to talk to them. At first, those guys were indeed a little tempted, but in the end they seemed to have some concerns and only agreed not to help David, but to stand by and watch."

"Is that so... Well, as long as they stand by and nothing unexpected happens, we'll have enough votes!"

"Mr. Henrietta, with all due respect, I think it seems a bit premature for us to be counting votes now!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was Langman who had said those words.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Longman explained, "You see, to repeal a bill, it first needs to be proposed, then reviewed by a committee, and only then can it reach the voting stage. The proposal itself is fine, but the committee review... As far as I know, the committee responsible for the black tax bill has 13 members. If David manages to bribe more than 7 of them, will we still be able to cast a vote?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Yes, many of them are only thinking about how to get enough votes to repeal the bill, but they have overlooked the first two steps in the process of repealing a bill.

According to Longman, if David really wins over the majority of the committee members, then what good is it if they win over a lot of other members?

"Don't worry about that. Of course I know that. I've already spoken with most of the members of the committee responsible for the tax evasion bill, and they absolutely won't change their minds!"

"I can guarantee that too. The chairman of the committee responsible for the black tax bill is related to me by marriage. I've spoken with him, and the review will definitely pass!"

Just when many people at the scene were feeling uneasy, the speeches by Joshua and Prescott calmed them down.

With the two men's confirmation, Henrietta felt much more at ease. She then looked at a man sitting in the center of the room and asked, "Avila, how are the talks with those gang leaders you were asked to go?"

When the three members of Congress, Peppers, stood up to criticize the black tax bill, many gangsters stood up and stirred up a lot of momentum.

According to Henrietta's plan, since they are now advocating for the repeal of the black tax law, they should naturally encourage criminals across the country to join in and bolster their cause.

"The tax evasion law has been causing those criminals a lot of trouble for a long time. Now that they see we're going to stand up for them, they're naturally more than happy to oblige. Everything's settled, Mr. Henrietta!"

The man, known as Aveiro, said with great conviction.

"Great, are there any other questions, everyone?"

"I have one more question!"

Everyone turned to look, and it was Langman speaking again. He continued, "Repealing the black tax law is of great importance. News Corporation is no longer under our control, and the three major media outlets are acting as David's lackeys. We need an organization to publicize this; otherwise, how can we let everyone know about it?"

Henrietta nodded in agreement, then his gaze swept across the room, finally settling on a baby-faced man. He said, "Zuckerberg, while Facebook is a social media platform, it's also a media channel. If you guys get this going first, the three major media outlets won't be able to avoid reporting it. This is your job!"

"Mr. Henrietta, I..."

Zuckerberg, whose name was mentioned, looked distressed. News Corp.'s fate was a stark reminder of this, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid at all.

"What's there to hesitate about? Once this law is repealed, he's finished. What can he do to you now?"

"Oh well……"

Zuckerberg had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

"Is everything alright now?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Henrietta's face hardened, and she said, "Then let's officially 'declare war' tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)