American Tax Officer

In any case, no matter how you look at it.

It might be somewhat difficult for the National Tax Bureau to go after their boss, Dieter.

But for these powerless and low-status dancing girls, it\'s very easy!

"Okay, since no one has any problems, go home!"

"As for wh you can start working again, that depds on my communication with your boss."

"If you really can\'t work here, th you just have to switch to another place, which shouldn\'t be too hard for you!"

Ev though DA\'s place has closed, the customer flow will not change.

If guests can\'t come to this place, they will definitely go to other places to have fun.

And with other places expericing a surge in traffic, they will certainly need to expand their staff of dancers and hostesses.

So, these people might have lost their jobs here, but if they want to work, it\'s very easy to get started elsewhere.

Watching the girls and dancers being driv away, Congreve\'s heart bled as he looked on, yet he was helpless.

But fortunately, it wasn\'t long before the arrival of a car finally gave him a pillar of support.

The person was other than Sapir.

"Mr. Sapir, you\'ve finally arrived. Look at our place..."

Sapir looked at the door sealed with tape and th turned his head toward David, who was not far away, and walked over with a grim face.

[Name: Sapir Spildo.]

[Occupation: Lawyer.]

[Monthly income: Legal income two thousand US dollars, illegal income four hundred and thirty thousand US dollars.]

[Income details: Bonuses and commissions obtained through helping Dieter with money laundering, accounting, and group operations...]

[More details:...]

[Tax payable: One hundred and thirty thousand six hundred and eighty US dollars.]

As Sapir approached him, David sized up the other man.

Wh he realized that this was Dieter\'s trusted lawyer, Sapir, his expression flickered instantly.

The data provided by the intelligce departmt of the bureau initially showed that Dieter\'s illegal income was a three million US dollars a month.

But now, by reviewing this guy\'s information, he discovered that Dieter\'s income was not just three million, but closer to eight million!

That means, if he could take down this Dieter, it would be a baseline tax revue of more than three million dollars.

And that\'s just for Dieter himself.

If he could also sweep up Sapir, Baldwin, and all those underlings, the tax revue could reach a total of five million US dollars!

Such a large sum of tax revue made ev David excited siltly at this momt.

His tax performance was already over three million eight hundred thousand, and by closing this case, it would be over eight million. Maybe this assessmt period he could break through to a tax performance of t million!

Just imagine, the National Tax Bureau Lake District Sub-Bureau, a branch that doesn\'t rank nationally, would create a ssation if he, alone, in one assessmt period, gerated t million in under-the-table tax revue!

"You must be Director David. My name is Sapir, and I\'m the lawyer for this nightclub!"

Sapir had already come to David\'s side and introduced himself.

"Mr. Sapir, right? What would you like to ask?"

"I want to see your closure order!"

David didn\'t refuse and directly took it out of his pocket and handed it to him.

After carefully examining it, Sapir indeed found the closure order, but as a lawyer, he still found an attack point on it and immediately queried, "It\'s writt here, \'suspected of tax evasion.\' According to American Federation law, without direct evidce or witness testimony, you can\'t use this as a basis to issue a closure order!"

"You want direct evidce, right?"

David smirked disdainfully and first looked toward a lookout not too far away before turning to Bucky, "Search him!"

Bucky stepped forward immediately. The lookout tried to resist at first, but seeing Nis and the others\' rifles \'itching for action,\' he had no choice but to submit.

Soon Bucky found a pack of cigarettes, a bundle of cash, and a butterfly knife on the lookout.

Th Bucky oped the cigarette pack and, while spilling out a few cigarettes, also discovered several baggies of powder.

David walked over, picked up the powder, and said to Sapir, "Mr. Sapir, what do you think this is? Does this count as evidce?"

Sapir frowned and retorted, "You are from the National Tax Bureau, not the police. This kind of thing shouldn\'t count as direct evidce, right?"

David wasn\'t in a hurry to counter; he took the cash and said, "And this?"

After speaking, he looked at the lookout, "Don\'t tell me you found this money, right? Or is this tax-paid wages?"

"This..."

The lookout didn\'t know how to respond and could only look desperately at Sapir for help.

Of course, the money wasn\'t found, nor was it his legal wage, but earnings from selling the powder.

"Since you can\'t explain the source, it proves that this money is untaxed!"

David turned to Sapir, asking, "Mr. Sapir, does this count as evidce now? Is the tax evasion confirmed?"

Sapir was left red-faced and speechless.

Of course, he knew that according to the provisions of the undeclared income law, they indeed had evaded taxes.

But he was betting that David did not have any actual evidce at the momt.

Unexpectedly, David directly used an underling\'s unaccounted-for money as evidce for this closure.