Instead of looking for anyone else, McKinley found the IRS.

The so-called IRS refers to the U.S. Internal Revenue Service.

This organization was founded during the Civil War.

When the then President of the United States, the great Mr. Lincoln, found that the government revenues could not cope with the huge military expenditures of the Civil War, and that the treasury was empty, he decided to introduce a personal income tax.

During the war, it was obviously unrealistic to be able to collect a small amount of taxes and communicate calmly with one heart.

Add to that the fact that the American people have a tradition of resisting taxes since ancient times.

Strictly speaking, the trigger for American independence was the fight against taxes.

Therefore, the martial virtues of this organization are quite abundant, and the members are also very wild.

Basically what the army has, they also have, and the ways of taxation include, but are not limited to, arson, kidnapping, seizure, etc.

After the war, the federal government ceased to collect personal income tax for legal reasons, but still retained customs duties and excise taxes.

The IRS also retained.

Although the number of personnel was reduced to 200 at one point, the fine tradition of rampant domineering was still very well maintained.

In recent years, there has been a growing call for a reintroduction of personal income tax.

Because the people think that the tycoons and rich people in various industries are crazy about accumulating money, and their wealth has skyrocketed, and at the same time, they have also evaded consumption taxes and customs duties in various ways.

In addition, the federal government's Civil War debt has not been paid off, and not long ago it owes a lot of debt because of the Spanish-American War.

The federal government attempted to impose a personal income tax at progressive rates for a period of time, but it was quickly declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court.

However, the federal government did not give up and began to try to impose an alternative "consumption tax" on the net income of companies.

This way circumvents the Constitution.

The IRS has regrouped, armed itself again, and is ready to fight the tax evaders.

Danny Green, then the head of the IRS, was called into the president's office by McKinley.

"Is the work going well?" McKinley got straight to the point, "I mean corporate income tax." ”

It's okay not to ask, but when I asked Green, I cried and mourned:

"Big companies, big companies, we will review their declarations, maybe, there may be tax evasion, small companies, well, small companies will either lose money, or they will be quickly swallowed up by large companies."

Isn't it, under your policy, Your Excellency, the monopoly is becoming more and more intense, and there is no room for small companies to survive.

"We shouldn't be afraid of the power of big corporations and stop going down to them." McKinley said earnestly, "If this continues, the corporate income tax will not be implemented, and the federal revenue will not be raised." ”

If it weren't for the fact that McKinley was president, Green would have rushed up and punched the fat man in the face.

How can this guy say such a high-sounding thing?

"So which one do you think we should start with?" Green asked McKinley with a smile as he endured his nausea.

"I think we can start with Chen Jianqiu's company." McKinley adjusted his seat, "I have the best relationship with him, but because of that, from a federal point of view, he also has to pay taxes. ”

"Who?" For a moment, Green thought he hadn't heard.

"Chen Jianqiu, what's wrong?" McKinley looked at Danny Green strangely.

Green turned around and ran.

There was no hello without a beating.

It stands to reason that this is a very impolite, ungentlemanly act, and very rare in McKinley's government team.

Except for Green.

He himself was first a sheriff in the West, and then became a state legislator in California, which is technically a reckless background.

No one knows better than him what Chen Jianqiu's name represents in the Southwest Frontier.

Mr. President simply did not understand the gold content of the title "King of the West".

Let him check Chen Jianqiu's taxes? It's better to let him die!

McKinley's left cheek was shaking.

How did you choose such a person to be the head of the IRS? I didn't think he was so cowardly before!

"Mr. Green! Mr. Green! The presidential secretary ran out and stopped the tax commissioner, who was about to walk out of the White House gates.

Green turned his head and saw the secretary chasing after him, and waved his hand at him:

"If Mr. President insists on letting me go to Chen Jianqiu for trouble, let's ask him to ask Gao Ming, it's really not okay, I'm not the director of the bureau."

"Mr. Green, don't be nervous, things may not be what you think." President McKinley walked out with his hands behind his back.

He opened the door to a room near the doorway, stood in the doorway and tilted his head to Green, motioning for him to come in and speak.

Reluctantly, Green walked into the small room with the president.

"Mr. President, it's not that I'm unwilling to do my duty." He spread his hands at the president, "I don't think it's a good choice to move at this time." ”

"Listen, Green, I don't mean to have a showdown with Chen, we're still friends." McKinley said to Green, "But even the best friends have to follow federal laws because they're American citizens." ”

"I just want you to get a feel for the actual situation, and then, I'll find a suitable time to talk to him, and I don't need you to be rude."

However, the IRS Commissioner is not a fool and is not so easy to get bypassed.

If there is no showdown, it means that he will not get the permission of the court.

Obviously, the president is not sure about this matter, and if something happens, he will sell himself if he can't turn back.

It's unreliable, it's so unreliable.

"Forgive me, Mr. President, I can't think of any way to know the situation without checking the accounts." Green is dead or alive.

The president had a disappointed look on his face.

"I originally thought that my IRS commissioner should be a strong man who is not afraid of power and fearlessness, but it seems that I was wrong."

However, his agitation method still didn't work in the old fritter Grina.

The latter threatened to resign.

McKinley suddenly felt that he had failed to do what he did.

He was eager to approve Green's resignation on the spot.

"My next electoral partner, the nomination for vice president is still empty." The president sighed, "I had high expectations for you. ”

Green was about to open the door and go out, but when he heard the president's words, he hesitated.

McKinley put his hands behind his back.

He's giving the IRS commissioner a chance to think and hesitate.

It is dangerous to provoke Chen Jianqiu, but the nomination of vice president is also extremely tempting.

If he can really reach the sky in one step, then his life can be regarded as complete.

After the battle between heaven and man for a long time, a sentence popped out of Green's mouth:

"Okay, I'll try."

The absence of court approval means that there can only be unannounced visits.

But how easy it is to conduct secret interviews, and it is even more impossible to get enough evidence.

Chen Jianqiu's "Finance and Law Center" is not a place for ordinary people to enter.

When Green returned to the IRS, he locked himself in his office for an afternoon and didn't think of a good solution.

He decided to talk to his deputy, Alan Jackson.

"What? Want to check Chen's company? Hearing his leader say this, Jackson raised an eyebrow.

"yes." Green lifted the head buried in his hand.

He found his deputy looking at him with a smile on his face.

Green couldn't read his deputy's expression, and he thought Jackson was gloating.

"What? Found it interesting? There was some displeasure in the IRS Commissioner's voice.

"No, no, Mr. Director, I mean, we can talk to someone from their company directly!" Jackson said.

Green took a deep breath.

He looked at Jackson's expression as if he were looking at a fool:

"You think the people in their company will tell me the truth?"

Jackson bent down, leaned over to Green's side, and said to him mysteriously, "We have undercover agents at Chen's 'Finance and Law Center' to get what we need." ”

Green's godless eyes suddenly began to glow.

"We have undercover agents? When was this? How did I not know? ”

"In our country, what is the difference between doing taxes and being an agent? Not to mention undercover, our predecessors have even done it on fire. Jackson said.

Green was overjoyed.

"Okay, that's it, you are responsible for this matter, and strive to get the internal report or something." He said.

Jackson turned around and was about to walk out of the office when he was stopped by Green again.

He changed his mind:

"No, I'll come in person, and after you find a way to make an appointment, I'll come and meet him."

According to Jackson, the IRS's undercover agent at Mr. Chen's company was an accountant at the Center for Finance and Law.

Although this person's level is not high, the company's internal accounts are clear.

Jackson was extremely efficient.

Four days after Green's order, he brought good news to the IRS commissioner from New York.

Undercover agents are willing to meet.

The meeting took place at a café on the northern coast of Long Island, New York.

Green wondered why he would choose to meet in such a place.

However, according to Jackson, the undercover agent thought that the place was small and secluded, and not easy to find.

The day of the meeting soon came.

Green had already arrived in New York by train from Washington two days early.

He himself has a small house in New York.

This morning, Green went out the door.

A carriage carried him across a bridge towards the north side of the island.

They soon saw the sea and then followed the coastline all the way to the east, and the view was stunning.

It didn't take long for Green to reach his destination.

He quickly understood why the undercover agent would choose this place as a street location.

It's a beautiful beach.

During the holidays, the wealthy of New York come here to play in the water.

So there are a lot of supporting buildings behind the beach.

Today is a weekday, so there are not many people here, and it is quiet and peaceful.

Green found the café called Midsummer.

At the door of the café, the IRS commissioner took a bag in one hand and pulled a note from his bosom with the other.

This is what Jackson wrote to him.

"Well, table 9, what kind of is this code?" Green frowned, silently reading the note as he walked into the café.

There weren't many people in the café, just a few people chatting leisurely.

Green's eyes quickly converged on table nine.

There was indeed a man in a brown suit there.

He was leaning back in his chair, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his face covered with his hat, as if he was napping.

The IRS Commissioner stepped forward.

"The emperor of heaven suppresses the tigers of the earth?" He whispered a slurry of the joint.

The man in the suit reacted.

He held out a hand and removed the hat that covered his face.

An angular yellow-skinned face appeared in Green's eyes.

Green was dumbfounded.

This man, he knew.

Or rather, many Americans have known this man since photos of the Battle of San Juan Heights appeared in the newspapers.

"Pagoda Town River Demon!"

Chen Jianqiu looked at him with a smile.

(End of chapter)