New Ming Empire mixed in America

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Taylor sat in a hotel on the edge of the dock area and watched the entire conflict between the tax police and Barton.

He originally thought that these tax policemen with no background would do something impulsive, but the result made him a little disappointed.

He can be considered to have experienced great ups and downs during this period.

Originally a tax collector in Los Angeles, he was first promoted to chief tax officer because of his early warning.

A few days later, Stanford was recruited into the State Administration of Taxation and became an assistant to one of the eight deputy directors who was close to Stanford.

Then he and Stanford published a newspaper article calling for people to boycott the promotion of Orientals as parliamentary candidates.

This is simply a model drama about a poor boy getting promoted and counterattacking with silk in his mouth!

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Later, when the Orientals in Los Angeles became the Orientals in San Francisco and Los Angeles, his life became difficult.

When people in California became furious because of newspaper reports about San Francisco's failure.

I don't know what happened, but I suddenly noticed Mr. Taylor, the patriotic tax collector who risked his life to expose the disobedience of the Orientals in Los Angeles and called for the army to be dispatched to destroy Los Angeles.

The most important thing is that these people had such weird thinking that they connected his appeal with the dispatch of troops to Los Angeles by Joseph Sr.'s Ninth Infantry Regiment, which ultimately led to the annihilation of the entire army.

Therefore, his assistant position was eliminated, and his status as a parliamentary candidate was also ruined.

In the end, if it hadn't been for people's attention being diverted by Stanford's personal feud with the Orientals, he wouldn't even be able to get the position of division director now.

From the high-ranking California Department of Taxation, he was reduced to the current tax director of the Sacramento branch and the Dockside branch.

I, Taylor, am not some teddy who refuses to avenge his grudges. There is a saying in the East that says, a gentleman takes revenge every ten years, but a villain takes revenge all the time.

So Taylor planned to practice with Oriental's lackey Button first, but judging from the current situation, none of his men could become Huaqiang Liu.

These young people have no energy at all, so Taylor is blind.

But what Taylor didn't expect was that a young man named Winston knocked on his office door that afternoon.

Looking at the young tax policeman, Taylor laughed and said:

"I have seen your performance today. To be honest, I don't blame you. After all, those guys who betrayed California's interests are not ordinary people. I understand..."

Listening to Director Taylor's heartwarming words, Winston clenched his fist tightly.

He said excitedly: "Director, today was all messed up because of that coward Garcia. If it were me, I would definitely seize those goods!"

Taylor's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he encouraged: "Young people should have this drive! Very good, from today on you will be the captain of your tax team."

Soon, Winston returned to the tax police office with heavy encouragement from his immediate superior and a letter of appointment.

Holding up the appointment letter, Winston shouted to all the tax police: "From now on, I will be your new captain..."

Unfortunately, he was interrupted before he finished speaking:

"Hey, you'll get promoted faster if you just report something."

"Who says it's not the case? We all work together. I never expected that such a person would appear."

In addition to these, someone even blew a whistle, and the entire office area was ridiculed.

But Winston did not stop speaking because of the ridicule of these people:

"Now, as captain, I am ordering you to follow me to seize the cosmetics company at the dock!"

As soon as Winston finished speaking, the entire office area suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at him as if he were a fool.

The cosmetics company's renovation costs alone could bankrupt the tax bureau in their dock area, not to mention that the people who come and go there every day are the family members or maids of big shots.

Now let them seize that company... Isn't this the old man who has eaten arsenic and is impatient?

Finally, Garcia, who had just been dismissed from his post, advised him: "Winston, you have to know that you cannot afford to offend those people..."

It's a pity that his good intentions were ignored by the hot-blooded young man.

"Shut up, you coward. If it hadn't been for your concession today, would you have allowed the contraband to be transported away from us?"

Winston's words made Garcia shrug his shoulders, then sit back in his chair and stop talking.

After waiting for a while, Winston found that no one in the entire office area was willing to follow him, which made him lose face.

"You have only two choices, either come with me to shut down that cosmetics company, or get out tomorrow!"

But his threats still went unanswered.

Just kidding, sealing up a cosmetics company and seizing a batch of contraband are not the same thing.

The latter may suffer retaliation, but with the director's support, there may be a chance to resolve it, but the former is a stalemate that will never end.

Let them get lost tomorrow. If this idiot can survive until tomorrow morning, he will be lucky.

After snorting coldly, Winston walked out of the tax police office area and found the people working hard at the dock.

He held up the appointment letter in his hand and shouted: "I am the new captain of the tax police. Now I need some people to follow me to do something. Once done, you can join the job tomorrow!"

Civil service positions are very attractive in any country, so soon there were more than a dozen workers unloading goods at the dock.

At first, these workers didn't quite believe what Winston said, but after they all received a tax police uniform, they no longer doubted it.

Barton's cosmetics company is located in the outermost commercial street of the dock area. Strictly speaking, it is beyond the jurisdiction of the dock area.

But these insignificant flaws are not a big deal to the passionate young man Winston.

When he walked into this huge company with the temporary tax police who didn't know what they were doing, all the customers and salespeople looked at them with surprise.

Among the temporary tax policemen who followed Winston here, a middle-aged man leaned into Winston's ear and said:

"Head, if you want to get some benefits, you should go through the side door. There are special personnel responsible for this. I think that's what the previous tax police did."

Winston glared at the guy who was speaking, then took a few steps forward and shouted to everyone:

"This place has been sealed, please leave immediately!"

This sentence not only surprised the customers and waiters, but also the companions behind him.

Barton, who was inspecting the business, knew that Li Mingqi was interested in selling new products such as wheelchairs, so after returning to the company, he became a model himself.

After discovering the commotion at the door, he asked his men to push him towards the door. He wanted to see who dared to act wildly here.

After seeing that it was just a group of tax police, Barton ordered his men to prepare to send these guys away.

What he didn't expect was that a pistol was suddenly pressed against his head.

"I know your name is Barton, now please come with us, you California borer."

Winston was in an extremely happy mood at this time. Looking at Barton who was livid and silent, he even smiled.

Patton quickly calmed down and said, "I don't believe you dare to shoot!"

Winston replied: "You want to try it?"

Barton nodded, but what he didn't expect was that this young tax policeman actually dared to pull the trigger.

If his men hadn't pulled the wheelchair with quick eyesight and quick hands, Barton wouldn't have injured the other leg...