American tax officials

Chapter 63 Chinatown

"Don't rush to refuse. There's another policy in our tax law that you might not be aware of, regarding those who cooperate with us and make contributions..."

David explained the tax relief policy.

After hearing this, Atley was immediately tempted.

As an accountant, he excels at bookkeeping. If the tax relief policy is for life, he can indeed save a lot of money every month.

But the thought of his boss Lin Qi's furious expression when he handed over the account books sent a chill down his spine.

In the end, he made his decision, gritting his teeth and refusing, "Sorry, I can't do that; it would cost me my job!"

David's face darkened, and he said, "To tell you the truth, we were able to investigate your background thoroughly, and so was your boss. He only needs this ledger as supplementary information. I hope you'll cooperate; it's better for everyone!"

Atley remained unmoved.

"If you're not willing to cooperate, then come with us!"

David stood up, as did Nissen, both of them staring at him with hostility.

Seeing this, Atley became anxious and asked warily, "What do you mean? I've already agreed to pay the taxes, what are you trying to do?"

"Under the anti-tax laws, the IRS has the right to arrest and prosecute any tax evader!"

Atley continued to argue, "But I already agreed to pay taxes, so what taxes am I evading?"

"The tax evasion law has been in effect for over a month now. As an accountant who is aware of it, how could you not have proactively filed a tax return with the IRS during this entire month? What is this if not tax evasion?"

According to the provisions of the Black Tax Act, since the act was passed by Congress, all criminals must voluntarily report to the IRS.

If you don't declare it voluntarily, it can be treated as tax evasion!

Of course, regulations are regulations, and most criminals are not well-educated, so they naturally don't pay attention to things like Congress or laws.

The IRS won't take this too seriously, since it's just about the money. As long as you're willing to pay taxes when they come knocking, everything else is negotiable.

But now that Atley is unwilling to cooperate, David naturally won't hold back.

First, accuse him of tax evasion to scare him. If that doesn't work, you can just detain him.

Anyway, David doesn't really care about the 6+ in taxes anymore.

"I've already agreed to pay taxes, you...you can't just accuse me of tax evasion like this!"

Atley started to panic.

Why is everyone afraid of IRS inspectors?

It's because these people have too much power; they can not only freeze personal accounts at will, but also have law enforcement and arrest powers similar to the FBI.

If the other party insists that he did not pay taxes voluntarily after the bill was introduced, then he will have no way to defend himself.

Let's go!

Nissen didn't care about anything else and immediately tried to drive Atley away.

Seeing that things were really getting serious, Atley couldn't hold back any longer and said in a slightly submissive tone, "If I hand over the ledgers to you, how am I supposed to explain this to my boss?"

The IRS has always been strict in punishing tax evaders, and he really didn't want to be branded with that crime.

"With your abilities, do you think you'd starve to death if you changed bosses?"

"..."

Atley was speechless.

But no matter what, being unemployed is better than being charged with tax evasion and sent to jail. He replied helplessly, "Fine, I'll give you the ledgers. You won't mess with me again, will you?"

"Of course, I have no grudge against you!"

Seeing David's shameless behavior, Atley was extremely annoyed. Without saying anything more, he turned around and went into one of the rooms.

About 20 minutes later.

He came out, holding a stack of freshly printed documents, and handed them to David: "Here's what you wanted!"

David took it and glanced at it. After confirming there were no problems, he extended his hand and said, "Thank you for your cooperation!"

Although extremely unwilling, Atley forced himself to shake hands with David, and finally watched David and his companion leave with a murderous glare.

"Where are we going now?"

Once in the car, Nissen asked while fastening his seatbelt.

"Chinatown!"

"OK!"

……

Chinatown, as the largest overseas Chinese community, exists in almost every major city in the United States.

Las Vegas' Chinatown is located on Spring Mountain Boulevard.

Forty minutes had passed when the two arrived at their childhood home.

After parking the car, the two went inside.

On both sides of the street, brightly colored signs and lanterns are hung high, and some ancient buildings still maintain the traditional Chinese architectural style. Every brick and tile seems to carry a long history.

The enticing aroma of food wafts from the Chinese restaurant. Steamed buns, dumplings, stir-fries, and stews—the flavors of various Chinese dishes blend together, instantly transporting you to China, thousands of miles away.

On the streets and alleys, people converse in various dialects, including Cantonese, Mandarin, Hokkien, and Teochew. The interweaving of these dialects creates the unique linguistic landscape of Chinatown.

It also made David, who had been reborn, feel a sense of home!

"What's wrong? Is this your first time here?"

Seeing David staring blankly at the surrounding scenery, Nissen couldn't help but ask.

"No, let's go!"

Putting his thoughts aside, David walked forward.

Meanwhile, in the central area of ​​Chinatown, in a shop called "Luoyang Tea House".

"Mr. Li, we've investigated and we know exactly what kind of business you're involved in. So let's get straight to the point. According to the provisions of the Black Tax Act, pay the taxes due to our IRS, and we'll leave without bothering you again!"

Inside the tea room, an old man with a goatee was leisurely sipping his tea.

Directly opposite him, a man and a woman stared at him intently; the words they had just spoken were spoken by the man.

"Really? Then tell me, what kind of business do I run?"

The old man with the goatee remained calm and unhurried, taking a sip of tea.

"Hmph, it's just reselling antiques, do you think you can hide it from the IRS?"

The man snorted coldly.

The old man with the goatee shook his head and replied, "Inspectors, I'm just a teahouse owner, not some antique dealer. I think you've got the wrong person!"

Upon hearing this, the man and woman's expressions darkened, and they turned to look at each other.

That's right, they did know the old man's true identity.

They only knew his identity; they were not clear about details such as how he resold the antiques or to whom he sold them.

In other words, there is not much concrete evidence.

As for why they dared to visit without any substantial evidence?

The current anti-tax laws and performance evaluation periods are constantly spurring auditors across the country on. Where do they find the time to collect evidence for each case one by one?

They usually come to you first, then use the IRS name to threaten and intimidate you. As for how much you get, it's basically up to fate.

(End of this chapter)