American tax officials

Chapter 47 Buying Your Own House?

He tossed and turned all night yesterday after he got back; that's over 20 yuan!

This is all his hard-earned money!

He can pay, but definitely not immediately. He plans to delay it as long as possible, since the money can still earn some interest in the bank.

He wasn't too worried about David's warning.

Anyway, it's not like I'm not going to pay, I'll just pay later. Your IRS is just after money, you don't need to arrest me, do you?

Unexpectedly, the IRS did not arrest him, but instead set its sights on his house.

This is a house he just bought, he hasn't even lived in it for long!

Ibrahim grew increasingly anxious, quickly closed the shop door, and sped home in his car.

World Street wasn't far from their community, only about twenty minutes away, and he drove to his doorstep.

After parking the car, I almost ran into the living room, where I saw David and Nison sitting on the sofa with their legs crossed.

He hurriedly asked, "Inspector David, what are you doing?"

David turned to look at the panting Ibrahim and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Mr. Ibrahim, if only you could pay your taxes as fast as you get home."

"I never said I wouldn't pay, so why are you causing trouble at my house?"

"Heh, am I stirring up trouble?"

David sneered and said unhurriedly, "I already informed you yesterday that you had to pay the taxes today. Not only did you refuse to pay, but you also transferred all 7+ yuan from your account. Did you think I was just talking nonsense?"

Ibrahim's lips twitched, clearly not expecting the money transfer to be discovered so quickly. He quickly added, "In our line of work, it's normal for tens of thousands of dollars to flow through the bank every day. I've already said I'll pay it to your tax bureau, so I think we should just let this matter drop!"

David couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense.

He knew that a cunning old fox like this needed to be taught a lesson, and since he was here today, he had to be tough.

That way, the old man will know to be afraid and will pay his taxes on time every month from now on!

Seeing that David was ignoring him, Ibrahim became a little anxious. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed a man in a suit coming down from upstairs.

The man in the suit was none other than Vecino, who was surveying the house.

Vecino glanced at Ibrahim first, then walked up to David and said, "The house's facilities and overall condition are quite good. Considering the property prices in this community, we can offer $32!"

Upon hearing this, Ibrahim felt his blood rush to his head and nearly fainted.

He paid a hefty $50 for the house.

But after only a few days, the property has already depreciated by a third?

David nodded and replied, "Sure, can the money be transferred to our IRS account immediately?"

He knew, of course, that if the house were sold to a private buyer or listed for sale gradually, the price would be far more than that.

But this isn't his house. As long as the proceeds from the sale are enough to pay the 20+ yuan in taxes, that's enough. Whether he makes a profit or not is none of his business.

"Of course!"

"Okay, then..."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Before David could finish speaking, Ibrahim couldn't take it anymore and jumped out to interrupt, saying, "This is my house, you can't do this!"

He was furious.

This was clearly his house, and these two people were about to make a deal with it in just a few words. He felt greatly insulted.

David turned to look at him and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Ibrahim, after the transaction is completed, I will only charge our tax amount. As for the other funds, we won't charge you a single penny more; they will all be refunded to you!"

"No, this is my house. According to American law, it's the homeowner's private property, and you can't dispose of it as you please!"

David replied, "Under Section 712 of the federal tax code, the IRS has the authority to seize any property of a person who is in arrears with taxes in order to pay the outstanding taxes."

"Under Section 98 of the Tax Evasion Act, the IRS has the power to take a series of coercive measures against those who evade taxes, including arrest, trial, deportation, confiscation of property, and tax penalties."

"You should be grateful that I haven't arrested you or deported you!"

David pulled out the auction decree and continued, "Also, this is an auction decree issued by Judge Chiesa. From this moment on, you no longer own this house. If you have any questions, you can appeal to any court in Las Vegas!"

Looking at the auction notice in front of him and David's serious expression, Ibrahim was now truly frightened.

He wasn't exactly a law-abiding citizen to begin with, so how could he possibly dare to file a complaint in court? Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?

But the thought of losing over ten thousand yuan on a house he had just bought made him feel even more pained. He immediately compromised, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll pay right now, not a second will be wasted. Is that alright?"

David shook his head emotionlessly and replied, "Mr. Ibrahim, you should have done this sooner, but it's too late now!"

Ibrahim grew impatient and pressed, "What's late now? Didn't you say it could be paid today? Today's not over yet, what's late?"

"If I hadn't come here today, would you have paid?"

"this……"

Ibrahim was somewhat speechless.

If David doesn't come today, then he's obviously playing dead.

David continued, "I'm very busy. I could have finished your case this morning, but you wasted half my day. Do you want to waste Mr. Vecino's time as well?"

"Inspector David is right. Those who do wrong should be punished. I hate those who make money off our country but don't want to pay taxes!"

Vecino tactfully echoed this sentiment.

He enjoys dealing with the IRS the most.

Because the IRS only cares about its own taxes and generally doesn't care much about the price of a house, he can easily lower the price and earn a higher commission than ordinary customers.

"You...this..."

Ibrahim, on the verge of tears, looked at David and pleaded, "Inspector David, please give me another chance. I promise I will never default on my taxes again!"

David stood up, walked over to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Mr. Ibrahim, since you like this house so much, why don't you just take the bid again!"

"what?"

Ibrahim felt a short circuit in his brain.

This was originally his own house, and he paid for it back himself?

What kind of operation is this?

and many more……

The real estate company is offering $32 for the house. If an agreement is reached with the IRS, he will lose $18.

Once the real estate company relists the property, it certainly won't just list it for 320,000; those bastards will add at least another 100,000 or 200,000.

If he takes the picture again, wouldn't he lose over 20 yuan in the process?

Add to that the more than 20 yuan in taxes that need to be paid, and that makes it more than 40 yuan!

Ibrahim felt a jolt in his heart, but before he could say anything, David spoke first.

"Mr. Vecino, I'm leaving the tax matter to you."

Vecino assured him, "Don't worry, Inspector David, I guarantee your account will receive the money within an hour at most!"

"That's good. I have some things to take care of, so I'll leave it at that for now."

Seeing David and Nixon walk out, Ibrahim became anxious and immediately chased after them, repeatedly begging David to give him another chance.

But David ignored his request and instead warned him again not to try anything funny, or things would get much worse than just auctioning off the house.

In the end, Ibrahim could only collapse to the ground in despair, staring blankly as the Volvo drove away.

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