socalfunplaces Chapter 377
Chapter 377
"What, you guys at Crow All Products are going to collect those black taxes?" Director Rick was really shocked, he asked again in disbelief.
"Of course, Mr. Director, I think my expression is very clear, you didn't hear it wrong.
Regarding the matter of collecting taxes, I think there is a lot of room for cooperation between us.
We at Crow All Products have many black channels, we can get some things you don't know. Don't count on those idiots like Fobole and the state police, they can do nothing but eat and work."
Rick was silent.
After a long while, he looked up and looked at Fengyun seriously.
Fengyun also looked at him calmly.
"Mr. Feng, your performance is really beyond my expectation. Cook said you are crazy and have a lot of ideas. I always think that his statement is somewhat subjective and extreme.
But now, I know I was wrong. Cook, that bastard, is still too conservative."
"General Cook must have said a lot of bad things about me behind my back. Did he say that I am the kind of person who does not follow the rules?
In fact, this is the general's prejudice against me. Personally, I am very disciplined.
At least, the transactions led by General Cook have earned tens of billions of dollars from me."
"What, tens of billions? Cook, that damn bastard, never mentioned this to me." Rick suddenly became very angry.
No one can evade taxes from the IRS, whether you are the CIA or a government official, it is impossible!
The IRS belongs to the people of the great beacon country, not those dirty bureaucrats who can control it.
"Mr. Director, please don't get excited. It's my fault. I may not have made it clear. General Cook said that he was doing the deal with our Crow All Products on behalf of the Department of Defense.
This transaction at the national level should not be taxable, right?" Fengyun deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of a few words that General Cook said.
It means that the general said it, as for the specific situation, he didn't know.
"Shit, that bastard Cook is completely farting. For so many years, the Department of Defense has never had such a large order!" Rick slammed the table angrily.
"That bastard Cook, he must have gone to find a small treasury for their CIA. This bastard has done this many times!"
After venting, Rick looked at Fengyun with a much kinder look.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng, for providing us IRS with such an important clue." Rick said gratefully.
As the director of the IRS, Rick naturally knew that Fengyun was just trying to sow discord between him and the CIA.
But what about it?
It is the responsibility of the IRS to raise taxes for the Lighthouse Country. For this, they are willing to make enemies with the whole world, including the president!
"Director Rick, you see, I have expressed my goodwill to you with practical actions. So, next, should you agree to my small request? This is a win-win situation.
We provide people, intelligence, equipment, and channels, and you just provide tax invoices, that's all."
After listening to the conditions offered by Fengyun, Rick just stared at Fengyun, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the field was extremely weird.
"Hey, Mr. Director." Fengyun sighed.
"One hundred million. We at Crow All Products will take out one hundred million every year. This is our bottom line.
If the tax paid by Crow All Products to your IRS does not exceed one hundred million US dollars every year, then this one hundred million will be used as a deposit to make up the one hundred million tax.
Director Rick, this is our last bottom line. If you still don't agree, I think we can only give up this business. After all, our people have to eat.
In this world, there are people who do business that will get you killed, but no one does business that will lose money."
"Hahaha." Director Rick laughed after hearing the conditions offered by Fengyun.
He stretched out a big hand and handed it to Fengyun.
"Mr. Feng, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future. From now on, you are the special tax commissioner of our IRS.
You have the right to collect taxes from any citizen of the Lighthouse Country who needs to pay taxes. This is the right given to you by our IRS.
As for how you do it, that is your business. We, the IRS, don't care.
If you violate the laws of the Lighthouse Country, the CIA, Fobole and the Department of Homeland Security will naturally come to you.
But if you are a good citizen who abides by the law, our IRS will not let anyone wrongly accuse you, including the White House. This is my promise to you."
"Mr. Director, happy cooperation."
TwoThe two big hands were tightly clasped together.
From now on, Fengyun has another official identity: the special tax officer (non-staff) of the IRS of the Lighthouse Country.
Although it is non-staff, this identity is included in the tax system of the Lighthouse Country. Other law enforcement departments of the Lighthouse Country can verify this identity from the tax system.
The IRS has its own prison, and Fengyun also has his own private prison company.
The IRS has extraordinary power, and now Fengyun has it too.
However, all the consequences in the process of law enforcement need to be borne by him.
These are all trivial matters, and Fengyun does not care.
From now on, the taxes that those capital crocodiles do not pay, I Fengyun will collect.
The taxes that those politicians do not pay, I Fengyun will collect.
The black income of those gangsters will also be taxed by me Fengyun...
"Mr. Feng, you are an interesting person, I hope you will not die young." Director Rick said a rare black humor.
"Thank you for your concern, Director. Don't worry. The fortune teller said that I will live a long life." Brother Fengyun looked at Director Rick confidently and smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
From now on, he can collect taxes from all the gangs and arms dealers in the Lighthouse Country.
I feel very excited just thinking about it.
As for the safety issue, will Fengyun, who is now as strong as a little Superman, care?
"Director Rick, this is a cooperation agreement between the two parties. Please sign it.
Of course, I personally do not doubt your credit, Mr. Rick, but in this matter, let's go through the process."
General Rick glanced at Fengyun, and without thinking, he picked up the pen and signed his name on it.
At the same time, he heavily stamped the IRS seal on the document.
From this moment on, this document became a legally binding authorization document.
However, what Rick could never have imagined was that Fengyun was even more lawless than what Cook had told him...