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But soon, Deputy Warden Andrew, having regained his composure, replied, "What evidence? I wonder if Director David would allow me to have a look?"
He wasn't a fool; of course, he wouldn't take Director David at his word without seeing proof.
What if David was bluffing him?
"Deputy Warden Andrew, our IRS comes with sincerity in seeking your cooperation. If you insist on seeing the evidence... it's not impossible, but then things might turn unfriendly," David said.
David's words were essentially telling the other party, "I'm being nice now, but if you insist on seeing the evidence, then I won't be polite."
Andrew clearly understood.
To be honest, he knew how dirty his own hands were, and David was known as the leading executioner of the IRS in Nevada, so it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid.
But if it were just about him personally, he could simply pay his way out of trouble by settling his taxes under the dark tax bill.
The fear was that if he cleared his own dues and David found a gap to investigate the prison's accounts, he couldn't bear the full brunt of it.
Thinking of this, he could only reply with a stiff resolve, "I'm sorry, Director David, but in our America, everything must be substantiated with evidence; otherwise, it's all slander against our prison!"
"If that's how it is, then it will be as you wish. Oh, and when does the warden get back?" David asked.
"He should be back tomorrow."
"Alright, I apologize for the disturbance today." With that, David turned and left with Bucky and the rest.
Watching his departing figure, the manager of Zone A said with some worry, "He doesn't really have evidence against us, does he?"
"It's hard to say. Some of the inmates who leave here might well turn out to be 'black sheep,'"
"Two hundred million... Might I ask how you arrived at that figure, Director David?"
Having confirmed it again, Saxton still found it hard to believe.
David had only visited GCO Prison once; could that one visit invalidate several months of their investigation?
"The figures are from the investigation, of course."
"But... but..."
Saxton was still puzzled, yet faced with David's apparent reluctance to elaborate further, he refrained from asking more questions.
"Just trust me, Director Saxton. When I say two hundred million, there's definitely two hundred million, and there's no mistake about that!"
While he remained somewhat confused, Saxton's curiosity gradually turned to anticipation upon hearing David's confident tone.
If the involved amount was indeed as high as two hundred million, then the potential tax recovery could be close to eighty million.
Even if their Sand Bay Branch took only forty percent, it would still be a massive revenue of around thirty-two million.
If such a huge amount of tax revenue were to be recorded, then the name of his Sand Bay Branch—and Saxton himself—would be hard to keep out of the limelight at Washington D.C. Headquarters!
The more Saxton thought about it, the more excited he became. He then nodded and said, "How about this, Director David, you need tax achievements to hit the Divine Creation Project, so if the involved amount is indeed two hundred million and you successfully crack the case, I'll give you an extra ten percent. You'll take seventy percent of this case!"
According to his original expectations, if the amount was over a hundred million, they would net around forty million, with the Sand Bay Branch taking fourty percent, that would be roughly sixteen million.
But now that the amount is as high as two hundred million, even if he gave David an additional ten percent, they would still get close to twenty-four million, which far exceeded their initial projections.
Although giving away an extra ten percent would mean eight million less for the branch,
first and foremost, this was an unexpected windfall.
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