Chapter 322 The arrogant God, the needy sister!

After the car entered Washington DC, we went directly to the Treasury Department Building.

"Chuck, you're here."

The charming Susan was already waiting there. Compared to the panic she felt the last time they met, she was obviously in a good mood this time. Her eyes lit up when she saw the big Texas girl Lisa.

"You must be Lisa, I'm Susan."

"Hello."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, was a little dazed when faced with Susan's enthusiasm. She could only passively shake hands with Susan and couldn't help but glance at Chuck.

This Susan is very beautiful, and I heard she is an elite agent of the Internal Revenue Service. She can be said to be as beautiful and intelligent as Professor Alicia Harper.

But the impression given to her was not as sunny and positive as that of Professor Alicia Harper, but rather a bit weird and strange.

The key thing that made her even more uneasy was that Susan seemed to be very clear about her relationship with Chuck, and she obviously had a tendency to not mince words about it.

This was originally her advantage.

"Go up first, the director is waiting for you."

Susan let go of Texas Big Girl Lisa's hand, walked to the other side of Chuck with a smile, and Texas Big Girl Lisa followed Chuck up one by one.

It attracted the attention of all the staff along the way.

no way!

Human nature likes to capture beautiful things, but sometimes quality is not enough for quantity.

Just like the theory said by a New York prodigal, a group of girls get together, even if each of them only has 60 points, but together they have the effect of being a 90-point beauty. People can't help but look at it. According to the prodigal, this is what women like to be.

Reasons for grouping.

As for Susan and Lisa, a big Texas girl, both of them have a good looks of 90 or above. They are standing side by side on either side of Chuck, one on the left and one on the right. It is simply too eye-catching or eye-catching.

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"Director, Chuck is here."

Susan knocked on the door of the director's office. After hearing a tired male voice, she opened the door and said to the bald man sitting behind the desk.

"Chuck, you came very quickly."

The bald man stood up with a smile on his face.

"I can't let you lose your hair anymore."

Chuck took a straight look at the increasingly sparse hair on the bald director's head.

"..."

The bald director was speechless. He walked up to Chuck and reminded him in an awkward low voice: "Save me some face in front of outsiders."

"There are no outsiders here."

Chuck said calmly: "If you don't take care of it, it will happen."

"No outsiders?"

The bald director had no choice but to suppress Chuck's complaints about him, focus on the words he could pay attention to, and glanced at the big Texas girl Lisa, with a smile in his eyes.

"We are all on our own, that's good. Let's go back for dinner together later. Bran and Hailey have long wanted to meet you..."

After saying this, seeing that neither Susan nor Lisa, the big girl from Texas, looked embarrassed at all, they could only leave them boredly and said seriously: "Okay, let's get down to business first. As we all know, the United States is a country of freedom of speech and freedom of expression.

A free country with religious freedom.

This is good.

Because everyone deserves freedom.

But freedom also comes at a price.

The United States has numerous organizations of various sizes, including many crab-leg organizations..."

"It is the largest crab leg organization in the world!"

Chuck corrected.

"All right."

The bald director nodded: "In short, these crab-legged organizations talk about religion and freedom, but all they think about is business.

They defraud people, form religious communities, and use the name of religion to evade taxes.

And because there are more and more crab-leg organizations like this and their scale is getting bigger, the total amount of tax evasion is also getting bigger and bigger.

This is not allowed!

As the IRS, we must crack down on this rampant behavior so that everyone can face death equally and freely."

"Now we need to make a big news to scare the monkeys!"

Susan added: "But these crab-legged organizations use various brainwashing methods to brainwash and control people in the name of religion. The crab-legged leaders are all proficient in the law, and ordinary methods cannot make them submissive."

“The Americanization of crab legs!”

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"What's the meaning?"

Compared to the understanding between the bald director and Susan, the big Texas girl Lisa did not react immediately.

"What Chuck means is that although anyone can be the commander-in-chief of the United States, among all the professions of the commander-in-chief in the United States, the most common ones are those who study law."

Susan smiled and explained: "Because those who studied law are better at speaking and playing with the rules. These crab-legged leaders obviously understand this truth. Even if they are not born in law, they must have quietly studied law or have specialized legal advisors.

This will make it easier for him to stay on the edge of the law."

"That's it."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, suddenly realized: "Isn't this terrible?"

"So I have a headache."

The bald director said with a headache: "Their tax evasion methods are on the edge of the law and are difficult to define. In addition, they are good at making friends with local dignitaries. Many methods are not convenient for them to use, especially this time the target is in Washington, DC. The relationship is

It also leads directly to Capitol Hill, so even our IRS must have ironclad evidence before we can handle the case."

"You must have studied his tax situation countless times, so what is the difficulty now?"

Chuck asked calmly.

"The materials handed over by the founder of Crab Leg show that this religious building complex is jointly owned by the founder and 150 other disciples, and a total of 30 rooms are registered as independent religious churches."

Susan introduced: "That is to say, there are 30 tax-free methods. This is simply a slap in the face. People who work for the IRS are dead."

"And we at the IRS don't have accurate data on how many people are inside."

The bald director complained: "These children born in the Crab Leg Organization do not have social security numbers, but they usually have nothing to do and just like to have children.

According to the contact between the IRS agent we sent and the founder of Crab Legs, the other party clearly cited the provisions of the Supreme Federal Court in response.

Nor can the IRS accuse any church of religious beliefs.

Unless we can prove that some of his followers are not true believers.

And obviously he was confident we couldn't find it."

"The thing is, you really didn't find it."

Chuck's honest reminder.

"..."

The bald director hesitated and said helplessly: "The agent we sent was almost brainwashed and stayed there forever to live together, so I can only find you. How about it? Are you confident?"

"It's not a problem."

Chuck said calmly.

"Very good!"

The bald director clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Then I'll leave this matter to you. Susan will help you. Do it better this time. This crab-legged founder is too arrogant!"

"You seem to have some personal emotions inside."

Chuck looked at him.

"This crab-leg organization has also lured underage girls who ran away from home."

Susan explained: "Now I am a mother of four children. Guess whose children they are."

“Crab Legs Founder!”

Texas girl Lisa has the answer.

"When I think about the runaway girl who became the fertility machine she is now, and when I think about Hailey, I feel shuddering."

The bald director looked unhappy.

"Okay, now that we've said it, let's go back and see Haili first."
To be continued...