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This matter quickly spread throughout the Manhattan Branch.
Keanu and other high-ranking officers learned of it and nearly died of anger, immediately calling in Bruster, Leomilmo, and others for a severe scolding.
On the surface, it appeared that their Manhattan Branch had lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in taxes.
But on a deeper level, while their Manhattan inspectors were fighting tooth and nail over tens of thousands in tax performance, David simply made one visit and collected hundreds of thousands, wasn't this a clear sign of the Manhattan inspectors' incompetence?
In short, the entire incident was a huge embarrassment for the Manhattan Branch.
At the same time.
At the National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau Branch, the inspectors also received news of the incident.
However, unlike the Manhattan inspectors, since David was an inspector from the Lake District, they felt quite honored about it.
They even used it as a topic to continuously tease the Manhattan inspectors for their loss.
At 4:50 p.m., David returned to the bureau.
After collecting two strong pieces of evidence from Lynch, he intended to rest at home for the night and confront the guy the next day.
But unexpectedly, he received a call from Lewis, asking him to come back and give a detailed account of the Li Gensheng case.
Reluctantly, he had to return.
"Haha, David, you did a good job with that case in Manhattan!"
"David, what exactly happened with that case?"
"..."
The inspectors at the bureau only knew that David and the Manhattan inspectors had jointly cracked a case, ultimately leading to David walking away with more than $240,000 in taxes.
But they were not very clear on the details, so when they saw David arrive at the bureau, quite a few inspectors gathered around, wanting to know the whole story.
"Nothing much, just as you've heard!"
David didn't have the time to explain to them, and after that response, he went to Lewis's office on the fourth floor.
Seeing David's arrival, Lewis first gave him a stern look, then suddenly burst into laughter and asked, "Tell me in detail, what exactly happened with this case!"
The fourth was $7.11 million.
The fifth was $6.986 million...
There were still six days left before the assessment period.
And his fiscal performance was just over $2 million; even if he were to pocket Lynch's $1.6 million and collect a bit more over the remaining days, his performance would probably only be around $4 million.
Entering the top 100 was definitely achievable, but catching up to the top five was almost impossible!
The importance of the platform is indeed key!
If he had been in the National Tax Bureau of a big city like Los Angeles or New York, perhaps he would have been at the top by now.
Unfortunately, he was in Las Vegas, and not even in an economically significant district like the Main District, which was a bit of a drag.
Anyway, one step at a time.
The most important thing now was to strive to create more fiscal performance and rise to the position of Chief Tax Officer by the time the assessment period arrived.
Once he became Chief Tax Officer, he would gain the authority to handle many major cases, like those of Dieter's magnitude, and naturally, his fiscal performance would rise with the tide.
Putting his thoughts aside, David started brushing his teeth and washing his face, and then received a call from Nisen, who was waiting for him downstairs.
He dressed, holstered his service weapon, descended the stairs, and got into Nisen's Volvo.
"Haha, David, have you seen the performance leaderboard? We are now ranked 106th, one foot already in the national top 100!"
As soon as he got into the car, Nisen couldn't wait to share the joy.
David replied with a business-as-usual tone, "I saw it, let's go, we're off to the Ward Building!"
Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the Ward Building and took the elevator directly to the 57th floor where Lynch's auction house was located, also his office.
"Hello, how can I assist you?"
A receptionist came over to ask.
David pulled out the Tax Bureau badge and said, "We are inspectors from the National Tax Bureau, we would like to see Mr. Lynch, your boss!"
The receptionist's expression changed slightly before making a gesture of invitation, "Please follow me to the guest room, Inspectors."
After being led to the guest room, the receptionist left.
About 15 minutes later, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit, the epitome of genteel, walked in and introduced himself, "Good afternoon, I am Mr. Lynch's legal consultant, my name is Kyle."