American tax officials

Chapter 93: One venue shut down every day

"Bang!"

Dieter, who was enjoying his steak, slammed his right hand, which was holding a knife and fork, onto the plate upon hearing this, shattering it into pieces.

Then, with a ferocious expression, he stood up, walked to the counter, picked up his gold pistol, and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Sapir panicked and quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Dieter, what are you doing?"

"Close my place! I'll make them die!"

Everyone in Las Vegas knows that DA is his place. If it gets shut down, where will Dieter's reputation be?

Where will the Omaha family save face?

"Don't rush, Dieter. Listen to me, the IRS guys are fully armed. If you go over like this and a conflict breaks out, they might just..."

Sapir originally meant to say that if the IRS just shot you, you would have died in vain.

But realizing that saying that might further provoke the enraged Dieter, she changed her words, saying, "Anyway, it would be very dangerous for you to go over there like that!"

"Besides, the IRS is operating under the official banner. If you just storm in like this, it will provoke anger from both the authorities and the public!"

"That could potentially damage the reputation of your Omaha family."

"Alright, I'll handle this. You just wait here for news!"

Sapir knew Dieter's character very well.

He knew it wouldn't be easy to calm the enraged Dieter down; only by invoking the Omaha family could he be calmed down.

Sure enough, Dieter calmed down a bit after hearing that it would affect the family's reputation.

"Good job, Sapir, you'd better get this sorted out!"

Upon hearing this, Sapir finally breathed a sigh of relief, immediately left the hotel, and got into his car.

On his way to the DA nightclub, he dialed a number and ordered, "Find out who Judge Chiesa is, and whether he takes money!"

His idea was simple.

The IRS was able to shut down their nightclub because of a judge's seizure order.

If we can get this judge to withdraw the seizure order, then the IRS won't be able to seize the assets.

About seven or eight minutes later, Chiesa's phone rang again.

But after hearing the reply from the other end of the phone, his face instantly turned ugly.

This judge, named Chiesa, is a dedicated judge for the IRS.

He might be able to handle a regular judge.

But Chiesa is a judge in the IRS, and no matter what, he wouldn't help an outsider like himself against his own people!

With no other option, Sapir had to bite the bullet and go see if there was a better solution.

……

DA Nightclub.

Driven away by Nissen Bucky and his gang, all the dancers, hostesses, waitresses, and bouncers in the venue were forced to the door.

Simmons then closed both doors, while Ariel took out the IRS's official seal and affixed it to the doors in a crisscross pattern.

Having done all this, David approached the group of dancers and ladies and said loudly, "You all heard what I just said."

"We won't take any more of your illegal profits before the 3rd of last month!"

"But all the illegal profits you've earned since the 3rd must be handed over to me truthfully tomorrow, and the same applies every month thereafter!"

The dancers and hostesses stared at each other for a long time.

But soon, a woman of mixed Asian and African descent stepped forward and protested, "Sir, this is the hard-earned money of my sisters who sold their bodies and souls. You can't just take it from us like this!"

Her protest immediately garnered the support of the other dancers and hostesses present.

They earned all that money by taking countless sex sessions. Was it easy for them?

The IRS, on the other hand, comes here and casually demands tribute from them with just a few words. Nobody would be willing to do that!

"Exploitation and plunder?"

David's face turned cold, and he said, "Do you think you can earn so much money every day because of this great platform created for you? Is it your boss, Dieter?"

"If you think that way, you're completely wrong!"

"Without the taxes collected by our IRS, used to build this city, construct roads, public transportation, and pay salaries and bonuses to public officials, would this city be so prosperous?"

"Do you think so many people from all over the world come here for tourism, just to have some fun with you? So you can make a fortune?"

"We're only asking you to pay a small amount of tax, just to give back to society, and you're already unwilling?"

The dancers and hostesses were speechless after hearing this.

The prosperity of Las Vegas attracts tourists from all over the world, allowing them to earn a considerable amount of money every day, a fact they cannot deny.

"It's okay if you really don't want to pay!"

"We will show no leniency to those who only want to profit from this country without contributing anything. All foreign nationals, or those with green cards, will be deported once tax evasion is discovered!"

"Furthermore, any funds in these accounts will be frozen!"

After saying this, David turned to Nissen and said, "Go find the manager later and get detailed information on these people!"

"clear!"

At this moment, all the dancers and hostesses fell silent, and those who had led the protest earlier also bury their heads in the sand.

Many of them entered the country illegally.

They've gotten used to making big money here, and if they were to be deported back to their impoverished countries, they'd rather die.

As for those who have American citizenship, they are even less likely to protest.

Because once the IRS keeps a close eye on them, even if they want to spend money in the future, they'll probably have to do it with the same fear and trepidation as thieves.

In short, no matter how you put it.

The IRS might have some difficulty getting back at their boss, Dieter.

But it would be very easy to mess with these powerless and low-status dancers!

"Alright, since everyone's okay, let's go home!"

"As for when I can start work, that depends on my communication with your boss."

"If things really can't work out here, you can just find another place. It's not a difficult task for you!"

Although the DA venue is closed, the number of customers will remain the same.

If customers can't have fun at this place, they'll definitely go to another place.

Meanwhile, other venues are experiencing a surge in customers, which will definitely require them to increase their number of dancers and hostesses.

So even if these people lose their jobs at this place, it's easy for them to find another job if they want to.

As the dancers and ladies were driven away, Congreve's heart bled, but he was helpless.

Fortunately, not long after, the arrival of a car finally gave him a sense of security.

The person who came was none other than Sapir.

"Mr. Sapir, you've finally arrived. Please take care of our venue..."

Sapir looked at the sealed door, then turned to David not far away, and walked over with a gloomy expression.

[Name: Sapir Spider.]

Occupation: Lawyer.

Monthly income: $2 million in legal income, $43 million in illegal income.

[Income details: Bonuses and commissions earned by assisting Dieter with money laundering, bookkeeping, and group operations...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$130680.

As Sapir walked toward him, David was also sizing him up.

When he realized that the other person was Sapir, Dieter's trusted confidant, his expression changed instantly.

According to the intelligence department at the time, Dieter's illegal income was around $300 million a month.

Now, by examining this guy's information, he discovered that Dieter's income was not just 300 million, but around 800 million!

In other words, if he can secure this deal, he's guaranteed at least 310 million in taxes.

This only covers winning over Dieter himself.

If we take down Sapir, Baldwin, and all their cronies, the total tax revenue could reach $500 million!

Such a large sum of tax revenue even made David secretly excited.

His tax revenue is already over 3.8 million, and if he closes this case, it will be over 8 million. He might even break through to 10 million in tax revenue during this assessment period!

Imagine the uproar if the State Taxation Administration's Hu District Branch, a branch that's not even ranked in the top tier nationwide, managed to collect tens of millions in illicit taxes in just one performance period by one person.

"Chief Tax Officer David, is that right? My name is Sapir, and I'm the lawyer for this nightclub!"

Sapir had already come to David's side and introduced himself.

"Mr. Sapir, is that right? What would you like to ask?"

"I'd like to see your seizure warrant!"

David didn't refuse; he simply took it out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Sapir examined it carefully and confirmed that it was indeed a seizure order. However, as a lawyer, he found a flaw in the order and questioned, "It states 'suspected tax evasion.' According to U.S. federal law, a seizure order cannot be issued based on this alone without direct evidence or witness testimony!"

"You want direct evidence, right?"

David chuckled dismissively, then glanced at one of the guards not far away, before turning to Bucky and saying, "Search him!"

Bucky immediately stepped forward. The henchman initially wanted to put up a fight, but seeing the rifles of Nissen and the others poised to strike, he could only submit to being slaughtered.

Bucky quickly found a pack of cigarettes, a wad of cash, and a butterfly knife on the henchman.

Then Bucky opened the cigarette box, poured out a few cigarettes, and also revealed several packets of packaged white flour.

David walked over, picked up the white powder, and said to Sapir, "Mr. Sapir, what do you think this is? Does it count as evidence?"

Sapir frowned, then retorted, "You're from the IRS, not the police. This shouldn't count as direct evidence, right?"

David didn't rush to refute, picked up the bundle of banknotes, and said, "What about this?"

After saying that, he looked at the underling: "Don't tell me you found this money, or is it your taxed wages?"

"this……"

The young man didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only look to Sapir for help.

This money was neither found nor his legal salary; it was earned through selling heroin.

"Since the source cannot be explained, it proves that this money has not been taxed!"

David looked at Sapir and asked, "Mr. Sapir, isn't this evidence now? The tax evasion is confirmed, isn't it?"

Sapir was so embarrassed by the rebuttal that he turned red in the face.

He was well aware, of course, that they had indeed evaded taxes according to the provisions of the Black Tax Act.

But he bet that David doesn't have any concrete evidence yet.

But unexpectedly, David used the fact that one of his underlings' funds had an unclear source as evidence for the seizure.

This may seem a bit far-fetched, but it also shows that the other party is determined to mess with them. What more evidence do they need?

evidence?

It's nothing more than making up a reason or an excuse!

Sapir, gathering his scattered thoughts, said, "Fine, if you insist on shutting down this place all at once, then that's acceptable."

"But first I want to clarify that Mr. Dieter is not the legal representative of this establishment, which means that tax evasion and such have nothing to do with Mr. Dieter."

"Furthermore, Mr. Dieter is an Indian, and under U.S. federal law, Indians enjoy tax privileges. Therefore, Mr. Dieter is not necessarily obligated to cooperate with your summons!"

Since the IRS is determined to shut down this place, his most important task now is not to argue about this, but to get Dieter out of the picture first!

"You're kidding me! Even though he's not the legal representative, everyone knows DA is Dieter's territory!"

Nissen couldn't take it anymore and retorted directly.

"Knowing is one thing, but that doesn't mean the law still applies. The law only recognizes legal representatives, understand?"

Sapir looked at Nissen with a defiant gaze, as if to say, "It's true that your IRS has a lot of power, but can you outmaneuver me in the legal arena?"

Nissen was indeed taken aback by those words, and his face fell as he didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, David spoke up, "It's alright. Since you say Dieter isn't a legal entity, then let's just say it isn't!"

"And you say Dieter can refuse my summons? Fine, that's fine too, but today we're only shutting down DA, tomorrow it might be 'Beauty,' 'Nightfall'... those kinds of places!"

Sapir's face fell again.

He understood, of course, that David was threatening him; as long as Dieter didn't take the initiative to talk to the IRS, the seizure would continue indefinitely.

Dieter was already furious that only one establishment had been shut down.

If they're all seized...

Sapir dared not think any further. Composing himself, he quickly said, "Chief Tax Officer David, you can't just focus on illicit taxes and ignore legitimate ones. If all these establishments are shut down, do you know how much legitimate tax revenue your IRS will lose?"

The legal representative of the venue has Native American backgrounds, so there are special tax policies regarding net income.

However, the staff there, unless they are Native Americans, are not subject to tax policies; they still have to pay the same amount of tax on their legal income each month.

In addition, the drinks, fruits, and various utensils at the venue also involve a large supply chain.

These industrial chains can also generate tax revenue for the State Taxation Administration.

Therefore, once these establishments are shut down, it will definitely have a significant impact on the State Taxation Administration's legitimate tax revenue.

"Of course I know, so isn't it the best option for you to have your boss pay the taxes and everyone live in peace?"

David's words infuriated Sapir.

If he were Dieter, being watched so closely by the IRS, he might consider paying taxes.

But unfortunately, he isn't.

But Dieter was an arrogant and domineering man, so how could he obediently hand over his taxes to the IRS?

That would be worse than killing him!

Thinking of this, he spoke again: "Tax Chief David, do you know how many people in the entire Lake District rely on these establishments for their livelihood? Do you also know how many people benefit from these establishments?"

"If these establishments are really shut down, affecting the interests of all parties, even though your IRS has a lot of power, you might not be able to handle it!"

David chuckled and replied dismissively, "Sure, if anyone's interests are affected, let them come talk to me at the IRS!"

He was actually hoping these people would come looking for him.

That's another huge amount of tax revenue!

"you……"

Seeing that his threats had failed, Sapir was so angry that he was dizzy and didn't know what to say next.

"Mr. Sapir, go back and have a good talk with Dieter. Our IRS only wants his taxes, not his life!"

"Paying a little money for peace of mind; the business can still thrive—this is the best choice!"

David had no intention of arguing with him any further, so he left with those words and his team.

……

The following day, a large number of women arrived at the Lake District Police Station.

These women are none other than the group of hostesses and dancers who were raided at the DA nightclub yesterday.

To prevent them from falsely reporting tax amounts, David went directly to the auditors' office on the third floor to oversee the operation.

Sure enough, he soon caught several women who were hoping to get away with overstating their income.

After he used his supernatural ability to scrutinize the situation and imposed severe penalties, all the dancers became obedient and dared not conceal their income anymore, paying their true taxes.

After the team worked diligently, the specific tax amount was quickly determined.

A total of US$36.9 in taxes was collected from these dancers.

This number is nothing compared to the more than 300 million David received yesterday, but it still really shocked the other teams.

the reason is simple.

The various teams had also collected taxes from prostitutes and dancers, but the amount they collected, even on a one-to-one basis, was less than half of what David's team had collected today.

How could this not make them question the meaning of life?

Of course, if they knew that David had this cheat code, they probably wouldn't be so surprised.

This is the office.

David was generally satisfied with the total tax result of $36.9.

They weren't stingy either, allocating 30,000 in tax revenue to each of the four groups, which secretly pleased the four groups.

(End of this chapter)