American Tax Officer

This might seem a bit far-fetched, but isn't it clear that they are determined to get them, what more evidence do they need?

Evidence?

It's nothing more than just finding some random excuse, that's all!

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Sapir continued, "Fine, if you insist on seizing this place in one go, then that's somewhat justifiable."

"But first, I want to make it clear that this club's legal person is not Mister Ditter, which means, tax evasion has nothing to do with Mister Ditter."

"Additionally, Mister Ditter is a Native American, and according to the American Federation law, Native Americans enjoy tax privileges, hence your summons for Mister Ditter might not necessarily require compliance!"

Since the IRS is set on seizing this club, what's crucial for him now isn't to quibble here but to first get Ditter out of the picture!

"Who are you trying to fool, even if he's not the legal person, everyone knows that DA is Ditter's club!" Nisen couldn't hold back and retorted directly.

"Knowing it is one thing, but that cannot serve as legal evidence. Only the legal representative is recognized by the law, understand?"

Sapir looked at Nisen with a provocative gaze, as though saying, you at the IRS might have great authority, but do you really think you can outmaneuver me in a legal fight?

Nisen indeed felt stumped by those words, with a stern face, he didn't know how to respond.

At that moment, David spoke up, "No matter, since you say Ditter is not the legal person, let's just assume he's not for now!"

"And if you say my summoning of Ditter may not be complied with, that's fine too, but today we're only seizing DA, and maybe tomorrow it will be 'Jia Ren', 'Night Scene'... all these clubs!"

Sapir's face darkened again.

Of course, he understood that David was threatening him; as long as Ditter did not voluntarily come to the IRS for a talk, this seizure operation would continue indefinitely.

And now, with just one club being seized, Ditter was already furious.

If they were all to be seized...

Sapir dared not continue that thought and quickly adjusted his thoughts, hastily saying, "Director David, you can't just focus on the black market and ignore the on-the-books taxes. If all these clubs are seized, do you know how much legitimate tax revenue your IRS will lose?"

The clubs' legal persons have Indian backgrounds, so there are special policies regarding their net income for tax purposes.

But for the staff inside, if they are not Native Americans, they don't have any tax privileges, and they still need to pay the correct amount of tax on their wages each month.

In addition, the clubs' liquor, fruit, and various other supplies also involve a large supply chain.

This supply chain can also generate tax revenue for the IRS.

So, if all these clubs were seized, it would definitely have a significant impact on the IRS's legitimate tax revenue.

"I'm well aware, which is why you should advise your boss to pay up the taxes, and everybody can live in peace, right? Isn't that the best choice?"

David's words made Sapir very angry in his heart.

If he were Ditter, being targeted by the IRS like this, he might consider paying taxes.

But unfortunately, he's not.

And Ditter, such an arrogant and stubborn person, paying taxes obediently to the IRS?

That's less likely than killing him!

With this in mind, he spoke up again, "Director David, do you know how many people in the Lake District rely on these clubs for their livelihoods, and how many benefit from them?

"If these clubs were really seized, and affected everyone's interests, even though the IRS is powerful, it might not be able to smooth things over!"

David chuckled dismissively, replying, "Well, if anyone's interests are affected, they can come and have a talk with me at the IRS!"

He was actually hoping for these people to come to him.

That could mean a nice sum of taxes!

"You..."

Seeing his various threats were fruitless, Sapir felt dizzy with rage, and for a moment, he didn't know how to continue.

"Mister Sapir, please go back and have a proper talk with Ditter. Our IRS only wants his taxes, not his life!"

"Paying a bit of money in exchange for peace; business can continue to thrive, that's the best choice!"

David had no intention of continuing this pointless argument and, leaving those words behind, led his team away.

...

The next day, the Lake District Sub-Bureau welcomed a large number of women.

These women were none other than the hostesses and dancers from yesterday's DA Nightclub seizure operation.

To prevent them from underreporting their income, David personally took charge in the Inspector's Office on the third floor.

As expected, he soon caught several hostesses trying to underreport their earnings.

After he pinpointed the discrepancies with the use of his "golden finger" function and handed out severe penalties, the rest of the hostesses and dancers fell in line, no longer daring to underreport and paid up the correct amount of taxes.

Thanks to the team's busy work, the specific tax amount was computed swiftly.

From this group of hostesses and dancers, a total of $369,000 in taxes was collected.

Compared to the more than $3 million that David received the day before, this amount might not seem much, but it truly astonished the other teams.

The reason was simple.

All squads have collected taxes from prostitutes, or dancers before, but the amount of taxes they collected, let's just take a one-to-one ratio for argument's sake, was less than half of what David's squad took in today.

How could this not make them question their existence?

Of course, if they knew about David's golden finger bug, they might not have been so surprised.

Back in the office.

Seeing the total tax figure of $369,000, David was generally satisfied.

He wasn't stingy either, allocating $30,000 in tax credits to each of the four teams, which made them quietly happy.

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