American tax officials

Chapter 59 Waiting for a Rabbit to Run into a Tree Stump

The warehousing process was completed quickly.

Nissen immediately accessed the IRS intranet, and upon seeing their rankings, his previously tired expression instantly transformed into ecstasy.

"Haha, David, we've moved up to 156th place!"

David leaned over and took a look. Their total tax result was now $1476868, which indeed put them in 156th place.

Next, as long as we deal with Lin Qi, that antique money launderer, and pocket his tax revenue of over 1.6 million, breaking into the top 100 in the country should be a sure thing!

Just as he was deep in thought, the ringing of his phone brought him back to reality. Seeing that it was Lewis's number, he quickly answered, "Tax Chief."

"Come to my office!"

"good!"

Seven or eight minutes later, David arrived at the tax chief's office on the fourth floor, knocked on the door, went in, and asked, "Tax Chief, did you want to see me?"

Lewis stared intently at him, as if trying to see right through him, and after a long while, he said with a hint of wistfulness, "I'm starting to realize that this tax law seems almost tailor-made for you!"

A few days ago, when he handed those three cases over to David, he was honestly a little worried about 'missing the opportunity'.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, David had cleanly and efficiently resolved all three cases.

Most importantly, each of these cases exceeded their estimated tax revenue by two or three times, which truly shocked him.

David replied, "You're exaggerating, Chief Tax Officer. I'm only ranked 156th. There are plenty of auditors across the country who are better than me."

Lewis disagreed, replying, "That's no exaggeration. Inspectors more capable than you are all in top-tier cities. I think if you had that kind of platform, you wouldn't necessarily be much worse than them!"

David shrugged, offering no response to those words.

Lewis continued, "You're solving cases faster than I can sift through them. It's giving me a headache. Take a break, let me go to the intelligence department..."

"No need, Tax Commissioner, I've found a case myself!"

"Oh?"

Lewis looked somewhat surprised and asked, "What case? Is it reliable? How difficult is it?"

"I wonder if the tax chief has ever heard of Lynch Aldrich?"

"Lynch Aldrich...you mean that merchant who owns an auction house around here in our Lake District?"

As soon as the tax evasion law was introduced, local police stations across the country launched a new investigation in their respective jurisdictions in order to catch tax evaders.

Well-known businessmen are the primary targets of investigation.

So Lewis had heard of the name before.

"Yes!"

"What's wrong with him?"

"On the surface, he's a businessman and antique collector, but according to my investigation, he's been laundering money by buying low and selling high to artificially inflate antique prices, making a profit of up to $400 million a month!"

"What did you say?!"

Lewis sprang up from his chair as if his buttocks were springy, staring at David in shock.

"I said, his secret identity is that of an antique money launderer!"

"Is your source reliable?"

Lewis still found it hard to believe.

Their intelligence department had already investigated Lin Qi, but found nothing unusual. Moreover, the profit was as high as 400 million US dollars, which was no small sum.

Keep in mind that their intelligence department only estimated Dieter's income at $300 million.

"Absolutely reliable!"

Seeing how serious David was, Lewis was mostly convinced and slowly sat back down in his seat.

Although the intelligence department didn't find anything about Lin Qi, it doesn't mean that the intelligence department is necessarily right.

On the contrary, David was always able to collect several times more tax than the estimated amount provided by the intelligence department for these cases, which further proved David's ability.

400 million in illegal profits!

If this tax can be collected, it will amount to more than 160 million!

With this tax revenue, it's absolutely certain that their Lake District Precinct will once again retain its title as the top tax-paying precinct in Las Vegas.

In addition, it's estimated that David's group is a sure thing to make it into the top 100 nationwide, and they might even be able to move up from their original 89th place!

Considering all this, Lewis was intrigued. He looked at David and said, "In that case, go ahead and investigate this case. Just let me know if you need any help!"

"clear!"

……

After leaving the office, David originally planned to immediately begin investigating Lynch's case.

Unexpectedly, I received a call from Coverdale.

He told David that he had just received a notification from the spy that a transaction would take place the next morning.

He had no choice but to give up and decided to deal with the spy case tomorrow.

The next day.

Nissen arrived at David's place early to wait. After a whole night's rest, he was full of energy and looked very motivated.

Time quickly came to 9 o'clock.

David received a call from Coverdale, and after hanging up, he said to Nissen, "Let's go to the Lake District train station!"

"Was the transaction held at the Lake District train station?"

Nissen was somewhat taken aback.

In his mind, these spies were all cowardly and shady, and even if they had to choose a transaction location, shouldn't they choose a sparsely populated place?

With such a large flow of people at the train station and police patrolling there, why would they choose this location?

"Who knows? Maybe the spy thought the most dangerous place was actually the safest!"

Hearing this, Nissen felt there was some truth to it, so he didn't ask any more questions, immediately went downstairs, started the car, and headed towards the Lake District train station.

……

It was 20 minutes later when I arrived at the Lake District train station.

Americans usually travel by plane for long distances, and for short distances, almost every household owns a car. Plus, it's currently early morning, so the train station isn't very crowded.

Groups of two or three passengers were dragging their suitcases through the ticket check, while others were sitting in chairs reading books. In short, everyone on site seemed perfectly normal.

No matter how closely David and Nixon observed, they could not find any trace of the spy.

David found a seat and sat down for about five minutes when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a text message.

[East Zone, Locker No. 46!]

"Walk!"

David immediately stood up and headed towards the East District.

On the way, he casually picked up two free newspapers, handed one to Nissen, and after reaching the side of the locker, the two sat down and pretended to be reading the newspapers seriously.

About 10 minutes later, Coffdale appeared first.

(End of this chapter)