American Tax Officer

Chapter 216: Chapter 155: Be My Dog, David

A few minutes later, the door was knocked, and then Matthew walked in, and said, "How is it going, Director David, I hope I'm not disturbing your work?"

David replied, "No, just getting ready to leave for the day."

"It's like this, I heard that you, Director David, have been collaborating with the Main Street Sub-Branch on several cases lately?"

The main reason Matthew came today was because of the Main Street Sub-Branch's sudden surge in tax performance.

Several days ago, when the Main Street Sub-Branch suddenly received nearly 5 million in tax revenue, it had already aroused his suspicion.

Until today, the Main Street Sub-Branch accounted for more than 8 million, which made him completely unable to sit still, and he directly started an investigation.

But this investigation turned out to be quite alarming.

He wondered how the Main Street Sub-Branch suddenly became so enlightened.

It turned out that the Main Street Sub-Branch's substantial increase in tax revenue was due to Director David's assistance in cracking the case, leading to this large sum of tax revenue.

Knowing this result, of course, he couldn't sit still.

Since the Main Street Sub-Branch could ask for Director David's help in solving these cases, why couldn't they, in Newtown District, give it a try?

Afterward, he immediately sought instructions from his branch's director and then came knocking on the door.

"Indeed."

After getting confirmation, Matthew adjusted his sitting posture, even leaning forward slightly, and said expectantly, "Director David, then I'd like to ask if our Newtown District Sub-Branch... could cooperate with you?"

David was not surprised; he had already guessed the other party's intentions.

However, the timing of the other party's arrival was just right, saving him the trouble of calling them himself.

He replied, "Sure, but I don't take just any case. The involved amount must be at least 3 million!"

"Cases involving 3 million... we do have some in our department..."

"Also, after the case is solved, I take 60% of the tax revenue, which is the same ratio as the Main Street Sub-Branch. No problem with that, right?"

Hearing about the 60%, Matthew's face turned bitter at first, but when he heard that it was the same as the Main Street Sub-Branch, he was immediately electrified.

The logic is simple.

Since Director David was taking 60% of the Main Street Sub-Branch's earnings, yet the Main Street Sub-Branch still accounted for 14.02 million in revenue.

Thus, even if Newtown District let Director David take 60%, they would certainly not be at a loss in the end!

With this thought, Matthew immediately nodded in agreement, "That's fine!"

"Good, then send me the case files and documentation, and I'll commence the investigation. If I need anything from you, I'll contact you!"

"OK!"

Matthew promptly stood up and left, preparing to go back and get the case files and documentation ready.

As for David, who had been on the phone all day, he was indeed a bit tired, so he didn't continue working any longer. He grabbed his coat and went straight home.

At 9 o'clock in the evening.

A light rain was falling in Carson City.

In the Governor's Mansion, the warmth from the wall furnace filled the entire hall.

And Stevenson was absorbed in watching TV, continuously petting the dachshund by his side.

Suddenly, there was a noise from outside the door.

Eugene came in, first putting away his umbrella on one side, then energetically walking over to Stevenson with a file bag in hand, saying, "Governor, this is from Special Agent Gavin. This time, it should be interesting!"

After confirming that there were no issues with David's investigation report, Eugene went to the FBI office with the Governor's instructions to relay the request to investigate the people around David.

The message he conveyed at that time was that any investigative reports without incriminating material shouldn't be sent over.

And now, since the other party had indeed sent it over, that meant the investigative report must have some substance!

Stevenson immediately took it, opened it, and started to examine the information.

As the content unfolded before his eyes, his face revealed a smile, and finally, he burst out laughing, "Haha, that bastard, I want to see how he'll wrap this up!"

"Governor, what's the scoop?"

"Take a look for yourself!"

Eugene took the documents and scrutinized them seriously.

Soon enough, he understood why Stevenson was so delighted.

It turned out that through the FBI's detailed investigation, they discovered that one of David's inspectors, a man named Poppy, took bribes from two groups of criminals on January 14th and January 16th, respectively.

Although the amounts weren't significant—one was only 2,000, and the other was only 3,000 US dollars—for those wanting to catch Davis at fault, it was enough to make a big deal out of it!

After all, this is a direct subordinate of yours, David!

Your subordinate taking bribes and not paying taxes certainly meant you, as the direct superior, would have to be accountable for poor management!

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"Tell Special Agent Gavin to get the witnesses in custody first!"

Stevenson knew that this information was not enough to conclusively nail the inspector named Bowen, at least not without adding a witness to the mix.

Then, as if remembering something else, he sneered, "Besides, send this information to the media, let them see how David disciplines his subordinates!"

"Governor, I have a slightly different opinion on this matter..."

Stevenson looked towards Eugene, who had a thoughtful expression, and asked with some confusion, "What is your opinion?"

"Although it's true that once the news comes out, David will have to take the responsibility that comes with it, ultimately it's not him taking the bribe directly. So at most, it will just put him in a media whirlwind, but it won't be enough to ruin him..."

"That's enough, we'll slowly find ways to deal with him later!"

Stevenson was well aware of this fact, but at this point, he couldn't care about such details. All he wanted was to vent his anger over the painful loss.