American Tax Officer

In fact, he also found it incomprehensible.

Although GCO Corporation wasn't considered a strong capital player in America, it was still one of the top three entities in the industry.

It also had close cooperation with various departments like the Justice Department, FBI, CIA, and DEA, so it wouldn't be easy for anyone to get them to comply so readily.

But David had only been in Los Angeles for a few hours, had only entered the headquarters of GCO Corporation for a short while, and they were already yielding and mobilizing funds for him. Chapter Experience:

This seemed somewhat baffling.

"Bastard!"

Bellamy cursed and then got up to pace back and forth in his office, with his mind racing to find a solution.

About five minutes later, he stopped pacing and turned to Trollope, saying, "I don't care by what means, but find a reason to freeze his funds first, we can't let GCO's funds really be transferred to David's side!"

The "Project God-making" was too important—if the funds went to David's side, then he would definitely have no chance.

Therefore, it was essential to lock that money down.

"Finding a reason to freeze the funds is easy, but... if David complains to the headquarters, we might be in a bit of trouble."

You don't need to worry about that, just make sure the funds don't get transferred out first, I'll take care of the rest!"

"Alright then," Trollope conceded and turned to leave.

After he left, Bellamy took out his phone, found a number, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to make the call.

New York, Manhattan Branch.

"Chief Tax Officer, our current total tax performance is $84.46 million, $11 million over Bellamy Hattie of the Long Beach Branch and more than $15 million over David of the Lake District Sub-Bureau Branch. After we handle Tolan and his group, we expect an additional $3 million in revenue."

"Chief Tax Officer, on our side, after handling the Harrington case, we anticipate approximately $2.6 million in revenue."

"On our side..."

In his chair, Brown Soros listened to the reports from his subordinates, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Based on the remaining four days, if these taxes were all collected successfully, breaking the hundred-million mark wouldn't be a problem for him.

And looking at the current tax performances of the last two competitors, it seemed unlikely they could overtake him. His win in the "Project God-making" was almost a certainty.

"Heh, trying to compete against me? You two are still too green!" Brown internally scoffed at his two competitors, but just then, his phone on the desk rang.

He picked it up, immediately waved to interrupt a subordinate who was reporting, and answered, "This is Brown."

"This is Bellamy Hattie from the Los Angeles Long Beach Branch. Good day to you, Chief Tax Officer Brown!"

Hearing that it was Bellamy calling, Brown was taken aback, as he had just been mocking the man. He didn't expect a call from him so soon.

Though he was still in the dark about the other man's purpose, since he had called, it presented a good opportunity to dampen Bellamy's spirit!

Thus, he replied with an elevated tone, "Ah, it's Chief Tax Officer Bellamy. What's the matter, with only a few days left in the 'Project God-making', do you still have the leisure to call me up for a chat?"

Of course, Bellamy picked up on Brown's smugness over the line, and he thought to himself, hoping you can still be this smug after hearing about David's situation!

Gathering his thoughts, he replied, "I'm not calling you just to chat. We've encountered a situation here, and I think it's necessary to notify Chief Tax Officer Brown."

"A situation? I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't be of much help right now, I'm very busy."

Bellamy scoffed, "Heh, you're going to help whether you're busy or not!"

"What do you mean?"

"As far as I know, your current tax performance, Chief Tax Officer Brown, is just over 84 million, right?"

"So what if it is?"

"There are only four days left in the assessment period, and I suppose you can barely achieve over 100 million in tax revenue, right?"

"What are you trying to say!"

Brown was getting impatient.

"What I'm trying to say is, what if David has a pending tax performance of 50 million about to be recorded? Do you still have the confidence you can catch up to him?"

Upon hearing this, Brown felt like he had been struck by lightning, then sharply retorted, "Impossible, you think it's 50 million sperm, and they just get recorded whenever he says?"

"Heh."

Bellamy scoffed again and then replied, "Let me tell you the truth: he has come to my jurisdiction. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to get 50 million from a company. Oh right, according to my people, the 50 million is just the minimum guarantee, the exact amount is still unknown."

"But it's also good that it's within my turf because only then could I detect this company's funds. Otherwise, you and I might be 'dead before we know it'!"

After listening to all this, Brown felt as though all the energy had been drained from his body, a sudden wave of weakness overtaking him.

Because he knew, with things said to this extent, Bellamy would not specially make this call just to deceive him.

This matter must be true!

His current tax performance was just over 84 million, and by the end of the assessment period, it would be roughly one billion or a bit more.

But David's current tax performance was already around 70 million, and once this 50 million in funds was recorded, that would make it 1.2 billion.

And as Bellamy had said earlier, 50 million was just a guaranteed minimum—it could end up being even more.

He had originally thought that as long as his tax performance exceeded one billion, the plan to make him "a god" was secure. Now, it seemed he had celebrated too early.

At the Long Beach Branch, Bellamy let out a sigh of relief, having not heard any response on the phone for quite some time.

Of course, a sigh of relief was one thing, but the issue still needed to be resolved.

Then he spoke again, "Chief Tax Officer Brown, although I don't know how he managed to secure such a large fund, fortunately, it's on my turf. I've already had someone freeze his funds. There might still be a chance to turn things around..."

At the Manhattan Branch, Brown suddenly snapped back to reality on hearing this. He excitedly responded, "Chief Tax Officer Bellamy, you did the right thing freezing those funds first!"

He also realized that as long as these funds didn't flow into David's account, there was still room for maneuvering!

"But even though it's on my turf and I can freeze the funds, he will undoubtedly bring legal challenges to the headquarters, so you need to think of a way to counter this in advance!"

Brown was silent for a good while before replying, "Deputy Director Donald and Director Obadiah at headquarters, they think highly of him, which complicates things... Plus, if he brings this issue to their attention, we certainly won't be in the right, unless we can find a solid point of attack on these funds..."

"A point of attack... I might have the chance to find one, but..."

Brown's expression brightened. After all, it was Bellamy's turf, and there might indeed be a way. He then said, "Then I'll be troubling you, Chief Tax Officer Bellamy. If this really works out, consider me in your debt!"

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