American tax officials

Chapter 6: $39.6 million in revenue

"I have a general understanding."

"Our bill includes a clear commitment from the IRS that no matter what illegal activities you engage in, as long as you pay your taxes, we will keep your activities confidential. As for arresting you, that's a matter for the police and the FBI, not our jurisdiction!"

"Okay, that puts my mind at ease!"

Anthony was satisfied with the answer and turned to look at Paul behind him.

Without a word, Paul came up with his suitcase, placed it on the table, unbuttoned it, and opened it to reveal stacks of neatly bundled US dollars inside.

"Sir Inspector, according to your IRS tax rate, this is $39.6. Please count it!"

When talking about the $39.6, Anthony's tone clearly showed some pain.

David and Nissen, however, were different.

While their eyes were fixed on each other, they were also feeling incredibly happy.

The Black Tax Bill has only been passed by Congress for a month.

During this month, most of the inspectors at the Lake District State Taxation Bureau branch were still collecting information and evidence about the criminals.

As for the illegal taxes that were successfully collected, they were extremely rare.

And what about them now?

They collected a whopping $39.6 in illicit taxes.

This tax payment is absolutely enough to cause a sensation throughout the entire IRS Lake District branch!

They were delighted, but they didn't let it go to their heads. They immediately took out their respective money counting machines and began to calculate the tax amount.

At the IRS.

Only those who reach the level of tax chief will be provided with a private office.

The third floor housed the offices of all the bureau's inspectors, and the noise from the money counting machine quickly attracted the attention of several inspectors nearby.

They walked over with puzzled expressions, but when they saw David and Nissen counting stacks of US dollars, they were instantly shocked.

Seven or eight minutes later.

Nissen was the first to stop his actions.

A minute later, David also stopped what he was doing and said, "Mine is 196,000!"

"I have 20 here!"

"Logarithm!"

David opened the cabinet and took out a receipt-like booklet.

This is a tax receipt from the IRS.

Once the tax inspector has verified the tax payment, they will sign and issue a certificate, which will then be handed over to the taxpayer, thus providing the taxpayer with proof of the tax payment.

David first signed his name on the tax stamp and handed it to Nissen, who also signed his name before finally handing it to Anthony.

"Mr. Anthony, thank you for your cooperation. You can leave now!"

Anthony nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave with Paul and the other two.

And this time.

After watching for quite some time, one of the inspectors finally couldn't help but ask, "David, Nissen, what's going on with this tax? 396,000! Who are these people, and how was it collected?"

Although the other inspectors did not ask directly, their curious expressions clearly showed that they also wanted to get an answer.

"Why ask so many questions, Gordon?"

Nissen's words left the initially curious inspectors speechless for a moment.

After the Black Tax Act was enacted.

The IRS is now like a wide road that has suddenly appeared, and everyone wants to use this road to climb up.

To climb the ladder the fastest and highest, one must have impressive tax achievements.

As for how to quickly gain tax revenue achievements, that depends on the methods of each tax inspector.

Now that Nissen and David have managed to collect such a large sum of illicit taxes, they have clearly found their own secret, and naturally, they won't easily reveal it.

Even if it were them, it would be the same.

Ignoring what these people were thinking, David picked up the phone on the table: "Mary, come to my post, there's a tax payment to be deposited!"

A few minutes later.

A woman in her thirties with blonde hair and blue eyes walked over.

She was Mary, the tax collector in the bureau.

"Inspector David, I'm here to receive the tax payment!"

"Here it is."

David pointed to the briefcase, and Mary was stunned to find that it was neatly filled with stacks of US dollars.

Since the passage of the black tax bill.

The bureau collected a considerable amount of illicit taxes.

However, almost every transaction involved either a few hundred or a few thousand US dollars, with the largest single transaction amounting to just over ten thousand.

But now, although she doesn't know how much is in this suitcase, she roughly estimates that it must contain several hundred thousand!

"We've calculated it; the total is $39.6!"

"39.6 US dollars!"

Mary then seemed to wake from a dream, but she was still deeply shocked.

39.6 million US dollars!

This is by no means a small amount; the total amount of illegal taxes collected by their Lake District branch in the past month doesn't even equal what David is receiving now.

"Chief Tax Officer Lewis!"

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was getting a little tense, someone behind them shouted something, causing everyone to turn around at once.

A man in a black suit with a square face walked briskly through the crowd to David's side.

The first thing he did upon arriving was to stare intently at the US dollars in the box, even rummaging through it with his hands.

"Alright, Mary, put it in the warehouse!"

"You two, come to my office!"

After saying those two sentences, Lewis didn't linger and turned to leave.

David and Nissen exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and followed as instructed.

Compared to the noisy office of the inspectors on the 3rd floor, the office of the management on the 4th floor is much quieter.

The two walked down a long corridor and arrived at the office door with the words "Lewis Tax Chief" hanging on it. They pushed the door open and went inside.

The office is bright and modern, filled with clean lines and geometric shapes. A huge transparent glass window acts like an invisible frame, offering a panoramic view of the street outside.

Although Nissen had been to this office many times.

But upon entering again, his eyes couldn't help but wander around.

Because he knew that everything here, in the near future, might very well belong to him!

Of course, he wasn't the only one with this idea.

David, standing nearby, also had high hopes for this office.

Being able to work here is not only a symbol of status, but more importantly, it's away from the noise on the third floor, which greatly improves efficiency in handling affairs!

"As far as I know, it's probably very difficult to collect hundreds of thousands in illicit taxes from cases involving Black people buying things for free, right?"

Just as the two were still harboring their own ulterior motives, Lewis, who was behind the desk, spoke up.

The two of them understood perfectly.

The tax chief in front of me, Lewis, is questioning the source of that illicit tax.

(End of this chapter)