"I have a general understanding now."
"In our bill, there is a clear commitment from our National Tax Bureau: no matter what illegal activities you are engaged in, as long as you pay your taxes, we will keep it confidential. As for arresting you, that is a matter for the police and the FBI, not within our jurisdiction!"
"Good, that puts my mind at ease!"
Anthony was very satisfied with this response and turned to glance at Paul behind him.
Without a word, Paul picked up the briefcase, walked up to the table, set it down, undid the clasps, and flipped it open, revealing neat stacks of US dollars inside.
"Inspector, according to your National Tax Bureau's tax rate, this here is three hundred and ninety-six thousand US dollars, please count it!"
Anthony's tone clearly betrayed some pain when he mentioned the three hundred and ninety-six thousand US dollars.
David and Nisen, on the other hand, were different.
Their eyes glazed over at the same time, and their hearts were equally delighted.
It had only been a month since the Black Tax Bill passed Congress.
In that month, most of the inspectors at the Lake District National Tax Bureau Sub-Bureau were still collecting data and evidence on criminals.
As for the black tax that had been successfully collected, it was very little to none.
But now.
They had just collected a full three hundred and ninety-six thousand USD in black tax.
This amount of tax was definitely enough to cause a sensation throughout the entire National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau!
They were delighted, but the two of them did not lose their heads; they immediately took out the cash counting machines they were equipped with and began to verify this treasury revenue.
Within the National Tax Bureau.
One needed to reach the level of Chief Tax Officer to be equipped with a private office.
And the third floor was where all the inspectors worked; the noise from the cash counting machines soon attracted the attention of several inspectors nearby.
They came over with puzzled expressions, and when they saw the stacks of US dollars that David and Nisen were counting, their faces instantly showed shock.
Seven or eight minutes later.
Nisen was the first to stop his actions.
One minute later, David also stopped and said, "I've got nineteen thousand six hundred on my side!"
"I've got two hundred thousand!"
"It's a match!"
David pulled open the cabinet and took out a form resembling a receipt.
This was the National Tax Bureau's tax bill.
Once the inspector verified the tax amount, they would sign it, hand it over to the taxpayer, and thus the taxpayer would have proof of their tax payment.
David first signed his name on the tax bill, then handed it to Nisen. After Nisen had also signed his name, they finally gave it to Anthony.
"Mr. Anthony, thank you for your cooperation; you may go now!"
Anthony nodded, said nothing more, and, with Paul, the three of them turned and left.
At that moment.
An inspector who had been watching for quite a while couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "David, Nisen, what's the deal with this tax? Three hundred ninety-six thousand; who are these people and how did you collect it?"
Although the other inspectors did not directly ask, it was clear from the curious expressions on their faces that they too were eager for an answer.
"Why ask so many questions, Gordon."
Nisen's comment silenced the other inquisitive inspectors for a moment, leaving them unsure what to say.
After the introduction of the Black Tax Bill.
The current National Tax Bureau was like a broad road that had suddenly appeared, with everyone wanting to use this road to climb higher.
And to climb the fastest and highest, of course, one must have significant tax achievements to show.
As for how to quickly garner tax achievements, that would depend on the tactics of each individual inspector.
Now, Nisen and David had managed to secure such a large sum of undeclared tax, clearly having found their own secret recipe, which they naturally wouldn't easily reveal.
They would do the same if it were them.
Ignoring what these people were thinking, David picked up the desk phone, "Mary, come to my station, there's some tax money to be deposited!"
A few minutes later.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed woman past thirty came over.
She was the tax deposit officer of the bureau, Mary.
"Inspector David, I'm here to take the tax deposit!"
"Right here."
David pointed at the briefcase, and it was only then that Mary realized it was neatly packed with stacks of US dollars, which left her momentarily stunned.
Ever since the undeclared tax act had passed.
The bureau had received a fair amount of undeclared taxes.
However, most of the amounts were only a few hundred or a few thousand US dollars, and the largest was only barely ten thousand.
But now, although she didn't know how much was in the briefcase, a rough estimate made it clear that there were definitely hundreds of thousands!
"We've tallied it, there's a total of three hundred and ninety six thousand US dollars in here!"
"Three hundred and ninety six thousand US dollars!"
Mary finally snapped back to reality, but she was still profoundly shocked.
Three hundred and ninety six thousand US dollars! This was by no means a small sum, and the black taxes received by their Lake District Sub-Bureau Branch for the entire month did not add up to as much as David had just collected.
"Chief Tax Officer Liu Yi!"
Just as the atmosphere on the scene was getting a bit tense, someone from behind yelled out, causing everyone to turn their heads in unison.
They saw a man in a black suit with a square face, striding urgently through the crowd to David's side.
The first thing he did upon arriving was to fixate his gaze on the US dollars in the briefcase, even reaching in to flick through them.
"Alright Mary, deposit it!"
"You two, come to my office!"
After dropping these two sentences, without any delay, Chief Tax Officer Liu Yi turned and walked away.
David and Nisen exchanged a glance, not saying much and followed as instructed.
Compared to the noisy third-floor inspector's office, the fourth-floor management area was much quieter.
The two of them walked down the long corridor and arrived at the door marked 'Chief Tax Officer Liu Yi', pushing the door open and entering.
The office was bright and modern, filled with sleek lines and geometrical designs, with a large transparent glass window serving like an invisible frame that encapsulated the street scenes outside.
Although Nisen had been to this office many times before.
But once again entering here, his gaze couldn't help but wander.
Because he knew that everything here could very well belong to him in the not too distant future!
Of course, he wasn't the only one with such thoughts.
David, standing beside him, was filled with longing for the office as well.
Working here was not only a symbol of status, but most importantly it meant being far from the noise on the third floor, which would greatly improve efficiency when handling affairs!
"As far as I know, it should be quite difficult to secure hundreds of thousands of undeclared taxes from a zero-dollar purchase case involving a black person, right?"
As the two harbored their own secret ambitions, Liu Yi behind the office desk spoke up.
Both of them, of course, understood.
The Chief Tax Officer Liu Yi before them was questioning the origin of that undeclared tax they had just processed.