American tax officials

Chapter 49 Come to our Main Street District Police Station

Keanu was increasingly tempted, but still seemed somewhat hesitant, resting his chin on his hand as he said, "Won't this upset the Lake District Precinct...?"

"As long as he's willing, there's no problem. As for whether the Lake District will be dissatisfied... what does that matter compared to tax revenue!"

Keanu thought about it and agreed.

Although this would cause dissatisfaction from the Lake District Precinct, what could the Lake District Precinct say if David himself was willing to come to their main district?

It's only natural for people to want to seek development on a higher platform!

Having made up his mind, he said, "Okay, you go and talk to him about this!"

Brunan nodded and immediately went outside.

……

State Taxation Bureau, Huzhou Branch.

Because there was still no news about the swapping case and the hacking case, Nissen and David basically spent the afternoon slacking off.

Your phone is ringing!

Nissen was engrossed in playing a card game and didn't notice the call coming in from the phone on the table until David pointed it out.

Nissen glanced at his phone, immediately stopped the game, and answered the call.

A few minutes later, after hanging up the phone, he looked at David with excitement and said, "We have a lead in the switch case."

David made a gesture of listening attentively.

Nissen continued, "According to my informant, a wealthy man in our Lake District will be holding a private collection exhibition at Ward Building in two days. That group will make their move again then. The only unfortunate thing is that my informant doesn't know exactly who it is..."

"I'll look that up!"

Once we know where these people frequent, things will be much easier. I have a cheat code, so finding them will be a piece of cake.

"OK!"

……

17 PM sharp, that's the IRS's designated closing time.

However, given the current period of the tax blacklist, many people have chosen to continue working in order to make their tax results look better.

Of course, David is definitely not among these people.

He was about to get into Nissen's car to go home when his phone rang in his pocket. He picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a moment, he answered, "Who is it?"

"Inspector David, right?"

"It's me!"

"I'm Brunan, the deputy tax inspector from the Main Street Precinct. I've heard that Feynman's Cafe in your Lake District is pretty good. Do you have time to come over for a drink?"

David was somewhat surprised by the other party's self-introduction.

But upon closer reflection, it's clear that the fact that a deputy tax inspector from a major district had approached him couldn't be as simple as just having coffee.

"Okay, I'll head over now."

After thinking it over for a moment, he finally agreed, wanting to see what the deputy tax inspector wanted to say to him.

Nissen seemed to notice David's unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Take me to Feynman Cafe for a nap."

……

The IRS is only a 10-minute drive from Feynman Cafe.

Upon reaching the door, Nissen asked, "Is there a problem? Do you need any help?"

"It's nothing, someone just wanted to chat for a bit. You should go back now!"

After saying that, David went inside and looked around. Soon he spotted a bloated, somewhat familiar-looking man waving at him.

He immediately walked over and extended his hand: "Deputy Inspector Brunan, I am David."

"Hello, Inspector David, please have a seat!"

After David sat down, he said with a smile, "You really stole the show during the last assessment period!"

"You flatter Deputy Inspector Brunan."

Brunan changed the subject, his expression playful, and asked, "May I ask you a question?"

"certainly!"

"Are you confident of making it back into the top 100 inspectors nationwide during this evaluation period?"

David shook his head and replied, "The 100th place has already achieved a tax revenue of $136 million, so I can't say I'm very confident."

In fact, he couldn't guarantee that he would be among the top, but he was confident that he would be in the top 100.

But not knowing whether Brunan was there to investigate him, he dared not speak rashly.

Brunan nodded slightly and said, "This is the third assessment period now. Inspectors across the country have become accustomed to the rules of the Black Tax Act. In addition, the list created by the General Administration has indeed made the competition among many inspectors very fierce."

"In big cities like Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York, inspectors naturally have an advantage over those in cities like ours, which is actually unfair, don't you think?"

David nodded in approval.

He had discussed this issue with Nissen before, so he was aware of the differences.

"So, if you were in our main street district branch, with your abilities, I think your tax performance would more than double, and on the tax performance rankings, I estimate you'd be a whole level above your previous 89th place!"

At this point, David finally understood.

original……

Brunan isn't here to investigate him, he's here to dig him up!

But thinking about it, it makes sense...

The Grand District is the heart of Las Vegas, and it seems a bit unreasonable that such a district's tax performance was surpassed by the Lake District before the last assessment period.

If they outperform them again in the next assessment period, the district tax bureau will probably be too ashamed to face anyone.

But there's no way to collect taxes; it's not something that can be done by the district inspectors just because they want to. The best way is to poach David!

Gathering his thoughts, David pretended not to understand and replied, "Yes, it's a pity I'm an inspector in the Lake District."

It's true that the upper limit in the Main Street District is higher than that in the Lake District, but Lewis is about to be transferred, and it will soon be his turn to take over. Naturally, he can't give up such a good opportunity.

One radish after another, who knows when I'll be promoted to tax chief after I get to the main district?

After all, he hadn't made any contribution to the Dajie District Branch, so it was impossible for him to be immediately appointed as the tax chief after being transferred there.

"Hey Inspector David, if you'd like to come to our Main Street Precinct, I can help you get transferred. What do you think?"

Brunan's words were very clever.

He didn't directly tell David to come over, but said he would help arrange it if David wanted to come.

That would give them even more grounds to argue if conflicts arise with higher-ups in the lake area.

David applied on his own initiative, so what does it have to do with my Street District Police Station?

David pretended to think for a moment, then replied, "I have some cases on my hands, so I can't spare the time. Besides, we can't let our tax results go to waste!"

Seeing David's hesitant expression, Brunan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "We have plenty of cases in our district, and you don't need to worry about the tax results. If you come..."

At this point, he gritted his teeth: "We'll make up for the 40+ in taxes owed to you by the entire district!"

(End of this chapter)