United states tax collector

Chapter 6 Receipt of US$396,000

"I have a general understanding."

“In our bill, we have a clear commitment from the IRS that no matter what illegal behavior you engage in, as long as you pay your taxes, we will keep it confidential for you. As for arresting you, that is the responsibility of the police and the FBI. The matter is beyond our jurisdiction!"

"Okay, then I feel relieved!"

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

Without saying a word, Paul came up with the suitcase and placed it on the table. He unbuttoned it and opened it, only to see stacks of neatly tied U.S. dollars inside.

"Mr. Inspector, according to your IRS tax rate, here is 396,000 U.S. dollars. Please click on it!"

When talking about US$396,000, Anthony's tone was obviously painful.

But David and Nissen are different.

While their eyes were straightened, their hearts were extremely happy.

It has only been a month since the black tax bill passed Congress.

During this month, most of the inspectors at the Lake District Internal Revenue Service branch were still collecting information and evidence on criminals.

As for the successful collection of black taxes, there are almost very few.

And what about them now.

A total of US$396,000 in black taxes was collected.

This tax is definitely enough to cause a sensation in the entire Lake District branch of the IRS!

The joy was joy, but the two of them did not get carried away. They immediately took out their respective money counting machines and began to calculate the tax funds.

In the IRS.

Only those who reach the level of tax chief will be equipped with an independent office.

The third floor is the office space of all the inspectors in the bureau. The movement of the money counting machine quickly attracted the attention of several inspectors not far away.

They walked over with puzzled expressions, and when they saw the stacks of U.S. dollars that David and Nissen were counting, they instantly showed shocked expressions.

Seven or eight minutes later.

Neeson was the first to stop.

A minute later, David also stopped and said, "My side is 196,000!"

"My side is 200,000!"

"logarithm!"

David opened the cabinet and took out a book of receipts.

This is a tax stamp from the IRS.

When the auditor has verified the tax, he will sign and issue it, and then submit it to the tax payer, so that the tax payer has proof of the tax payment.

David first signed his name on the tax stamp and then handed it to Nissen. He also signed his name and finally handed it to Anthony.

"Mr. Anthony, thank you for your cooperation, you can go!"

Anthony nodded, without saying anything more, turned around and left with Paul and the other three.

And this time.

An inspector who had been watching for a long time finally couldn't help but ask: "David, Nissen, what's going on with this tax, 396,000, who are these people, and how did they collect it?" "

Although the remaining inspectors did not ask directly, judging from the curious expressions on their faces, they obviously wanted to get answers.

"Why ask so many questions Gordon."

Nissen's words made the originally curious inspectors not know what to say.

After the introduction of the black tax bill.

Today's Internal Revenue Service is like a broad road suddenly appearing, and everyone wants to use this road to climb up.

If you want to climb the fastest and highest, of course you must have outstanding tax performance.

As for how to quickly gain tax performance, it depends on the methods of each auditor.

Now that Nissen and David can handle such a large amount of black tax, they have obviously found their own secrets, and naturally they will not reveal them easily.

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

Ignoring what these people were thinking, David picked up the desk phone: "Mary, come to my post, there is a tax to be put into the treasury!"

A few minutes later.

A blond woman over thirty years old came over.

She is the tax treasury clerk in the bureau, Mary.

"Inspector David, I'm here to collect the tax money and put it into the treasury!"

"Here it is."

David pointed at the suitcase, and then Mary realized that there were stacks of U.S. dollars neatly inside, which made her stunned immediately.

Since the passage of the Black Tax Act.

The bureau's illegal tax revenue is quite high.

However, almost every transaction was either hundreds or thousands of dollars, and the largest transaction was only worth 10,000 US dollars.

But now, although she didn't know how much was in the suitcase, but based on a rough estimate, there must be hundreds of thousands!

"We have calculated it, and the total here is 396,000 US dollars!"

"$396,000!"

Mary woke up as if from a dream, but she still felt deeply shocked.

396,000 US dollars!

This is by no means a small sum. The total amount of black taxes received by their Lake District branch this month is not as high as the amount David is receiving now.

"Taxmaster Lewis!"

Just when the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat solidified, someone behind him shouted such a voice, causing everyone to turn their heads.

I saw a man in a black suit with a Chinese character face, walking quickly through the crowd and coming to David's side.

The first thing he did when he arrived was to stare at the U.S. dollars in the box, and even pull it back and forth with his hands.

"Okay Mary, put it in storage!"

"You two, come to my office!"

After leaving these two sentences, Lewis turned around and left without delaying.

David and Nissen looked at each other and followed the instructions without saying much.

Compared to the noisy auditorium on the third floor, the management office on the fourth floor is much quieter.

The two walked through the long corridor and came to the office door with the name 'Lewis Tax Commissioner' hanging on it. They opened the door and walked in.

This office is bright and modern, full of clean lines and geometric shapes. A huge transparent glass window, like an invisible frame, offers a panoramic view of the street outside.

Even though Nissen has been to this office many times.

But when he entered here again, he couldn't help but look around.

Because he knows that everything here will probably belong to him in the near future!

Of course, he was not the only one who had this idea.

David on the side was also full of longing for this office.

Being able to work here is not only a symbol of status, the most important thing is that it is away from the noise on the third floor, and the efficiency of handling affairs will be greatly improved!

"As far as I know, it should be difficult for black people to get hundreds of thousands of black taxes for zero-dollar purchases, right?"

While the two of them were still having their own secrets, Lewis behind the desk spoke.

Of course the two understood it.

The Lewis tax chief in front of him was questioning the source of the black tax just now.