"I got a little bit of a general idea."

"In our bill, there is a clear commitment from our IRS that no matter what illegal acts you commit, as long as you pay your taxes, then we will keep it confidential for you, and as for the arrest of you, it is a matter for the police and the FBI, not within our jurisdiction!"

"Okay, then I'm relieved!"

Anthony was pleased with the reply and turned to look at Paul behind him.

Without saying a word, Paul walked up with his suitcase and placed it on the table, unbuttoned it and opened it, only to see a stack of neatly bound dollars.

"Mr. Inspector, according to your IRS tax rate, here is $396,000, you can order a little!"

When talking about 396,000 US dollars, Anthony's tone was obviously a little painful.

Davy and Neeson are different.

While the eyes of the two were straight, their hearts were also extremely beautiful.

It has only been a month since the Black Tax Act passed through Congress.

During this month, most of the inspectors of the Lake District Internal Taxation Bureau were still collecting information and evidence about criminals.

As for the black taxes that have been successfully collected, there are almost very few.

And now they are.

collected a black tax of 396,000 US dollars.

This tax is definitely enough to make a sensation in the entire IRS Lake District Office!

Joy is joy, but the two were not carried away, and immediately took out the money counters they were equipped with and began to calculate the tax funds.

In the IRS.

Only when you reach the level of tax collector will you have a separate office.

The third floor is the office of all the inspectors in the bureau, and the movement of the banknote counter on the side of the two quickly attracted the attention of several inspectors not far away

They approached with puzzled expressions, and when they saw David and Neeson counting the stacks of dollars, they instantly showed shocked expressions.

Seven or eight minutes later.

Neeson, for his part, was the first to stop.

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

"It's 200,000 on my side!"

"Logarithms!"

David opened the cabinet and pulled out a receipt-like ticket.

This is an IRS tax stamp.

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

David signed his name on the tax stamps and handed them to Neeson, who also signed his name before handing it to Anthony.

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

Anthony nodded, didn't say anything more, and turned away with the three of them.

And at 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, 390,006, what are the origins of these people and how did they collect it?" ”

Although the rest of the inspectors did not ask directly, judging from the curious expressions on their faces, it was clear that they were also eager to get an answer.

"Why do you ask so many questions, Gordon."

Nissen's words made these curious inspectors not know what to say for a while.

After the introduction of the Black Tax Act.

The current IRS is tantamount to the sudden emergence of a broad avenue, and everyone wants to climb up with the help of this avenue.

And if you want to climb the fastest and highest, of course, you must have a good tax performance.

As for how to quickly obtain tax performance, it depends on the means of each inspector.

Now that Neeson and David can handle such a large amount of black taxes, 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 warehouse!" ”

A few minutes later.

A blonde woman in her thirties, with blue hair and blue eyes, walked over.

She's the tax collector in the bureau, Mary.

"Inspector David, I'm here to collect the taxes!"

"Here."

David pointed to the suitcase, and Mary was stunned to find that it was neatly loaded with stacks of dollars.

Since the passage of the anti-black tax bill.

There are also a lot of black taxes in the bureau.

However, almost every transaction is either a few hundred or a few thousand dollars, and the largest one is only worth 10,000.

But now, although she doesn't know how many are in this suitcase, according to a rough estimate, there must be hundreds of thousands!

"We've done the math, and it's $396,000 here!"

"$396,000!"

Mary woke up from a dream, but she was still deeply shocked.

$396,000!

This is by no means a small amount, and the black tax they received in the Lake District Bureau this month is not as high as the one that David receives now.

"Tax Commissioner Lewis!"

Just when the atmosphere at the scene was a little frozen, I don't know who shouted behind me, which made everyone turn their heads in unison.

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

And the first thing he did when he came was to stare at the dollar in the box with his eyes, and even tugged back and forth with his hand.

"Alright Mary, let's put it in storage!"

"You two, come to my office!"

After dropping these two sentences, Lewis didn't drag the mud and water, turned around and left.

David and Neeson looked at each other, didn't say much, and followed as instructed.

Compared with the noisy office of the inspector on the third floor, the office of the management on the fourth floor is much quieter.

The two walked down the long hallway to the door of the office with the words 'Commissioner Lewis' hanging on it, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Bright and modern, the office is filled with clean lines and geometric shapes, with a large transparent glass window that acts like an invisible frame to take in the street scene outside.

Even though Neeson has been to this office many times.

But when he entered the place again, his eyes couldn't help but look around.

Because he knows that everything here is likely to belong to him in the near future!

Of course, he wasn't alone.

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

Being able to work here is not only a status symbol, but the most important thing is to stay away from the noise on the 3rd floor, and the efficiency of handling affairs will be much improved!

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

Just as the two were still 'each pregnant', Lewis behind the desk spoke.

Of course, the two of them understood.

The tax collector Lewis in front of him is questioning the source of the black tax just now.