Chapter 102: Chapter 92: Seal a Venue Every Day_2
 

As for those who have American citizenship, they are even less likely to protest.

Because once the National Tax Bureau targets them, even if they want to spend money in the future, they’ll probably have to do it with the same fear and trepidation as criminals.

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 when you can start working again, that depends on my communication with your boss.”

“If you really can’t work here, then you just have to switch to another place, which shouldn’t be too hard for you!”

Even 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 experiencing 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 driven 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 none other than Sapir.

“Mr. Sapir, you’ve finally arrived. Look at our place…”

Sapir looked at the door sealed with tape and then 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.

When he realized that this was Dieter’s trusted lawyer, Sapir, his expression flickered instantly.

The data provided by the intelligence department of the bureau initially showed that Dieter’s illegal income was around 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 revenue 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 revenue could reach a total of five million US dollars!

Such a large sum of tax revenue made even David excited silently at this moment.

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

Just imagine, the National Tax Bureau Lake District Sub-Bureau, a branch that doesn’t rank nationally, would create a sensation if he, alone, in one assessment period, generated ten million in under-the-table tax revenue!

“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 written here, ‘suspected of tax evasion.’ According to American Federation law, without direct evidence or witness testimony, you can’t use this as a basis to issue a closure order!”

“You want direct evidence, 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 Nisen 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.

Then Bucky opened the cigarette pack and, while spilling out a few cigarettes, also discovered several baggies of white powder.

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

Sapir frowned and retorted, “You are from the National Tax Bureau, not the police. This kind of thing shouldn’t count as direct evidence, 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 white 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 evidence 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 evidence at the moment.

Unexpectedly, David directly used an underling’s unaccounted-for money as evidence for this closure.