Deputy Warden Andrew was doing his work when suddenly a prison guard burst in with a trembling voice, "Not good, Deputy Warden Andrew, Director David from the Tax Authority is at our door!"
Upon hearing this, Andrew's expression froze as he shouted back, "What did you say, which Director David?"
"It's the Director David who led the armed incursion into the Indian Tribe and stirred up trouble in Sparks and Henderson City. He said he wants to 'visit' our prison."
Having his fears confirmed, Andrew felt his blood pressure soar, and his mind became even more chaotic.
What does the Tax Authority do?
It's responsible for tax collection.
And now they're supposedly here to inspect the prison, but the real purpose must be to examine our prison's accounting records!
It would be bad enough if it were just the Tax Authority, but the fact that it's this ruthless Director David, how could he not panic?
"Deputy Warden, what should we do now?"
"Quick, go to Block C, D Zone and dispose of those things, and warn those people not to fucking say anything out of line!"
"Yes."
The guard immediately trotted out.
Meanwhile, Andrew picked up the phone and called the Warden, who was at a meeting in Carson City.
Carson City, GCO Nevada State Branch, inside a conference room.
"Very good, compared to last quarter, our GCO Nevada's revenue growth increased by 5 percentage points..."
"Click, click, click..."
Yes, regular Tax Authority personnel might have been manageable, but this David was not just any Tax Authority employee—his presence always caused turmoil.
Now that he had come to their GCO Prison, even if they did not perish, a skinning seemed inevitable...
While the folks at GCO were in disarray,
Over at Rio City Prison, David had already begun his 'visit' of the prison, accompanied by a guard captain named Peter.
"Director David, this is Zone A of our prison, which primarily holds petty thieves with short sentences. There are about 1500 inmates in total. They get up at 6 a.m., then at 6:30 a.m... In short, their whole day, especially working hours, definitely comply with legal regulations, not exceeding 6 hours."
Peter was walking and introducing the area, emphasizing the inmates' working conditions, as if he feared David and his team would scrutinize this aspect too closely.
David looked at him and asked meaningfully, "No more than 6 hours, you're sure about that?"
Feeling David's questioning gaze, Peter's heart fluttered, but he still tried to sound calm as he responded, "Absolutely sure, this is a prison, not a torture chamber!"
This time David just smiled and said nothing more.
Through his 'golden finger' scrutiny, David of course knew that Peter was lying through his teeth. It wasn't about sticking to the 6-hour rule; those inmates without the means to pay protection fees were often forced to work for 15 to 16 hours regularly.
"My God, Director David..."
"Director David, wow..."
"..."
As they reached the area where inmates were kept, suddenly, there were shouts of surprise from the cells, as though the inmates were thrilled to see David there.
David himself was somewhat surprised; he did not expect his reputation to have spread even into the prison, where many inmates recognized him.
"Director David, you did a great job sending those corrupt officials to us from Sparks and Henderson City!"
"Director David, I want to report that this damn prison has many people evading taxes too; I hope you can send them in here to keep us company."