American Tax Officer

"Don't give me that nonsense; I just told you to expedite the transfer of your company domicile, not to shut down your operations. If there really is the corporate unrest you claim, I believe 'someone' will take care of it!"

When David said the word 'someone,' he deliberately emphasized his tone.

And with those assembled being the wiliest of the business world, they naturally grasped the implication of those words.

David was hinting that if they couldn't handle the so-called corporate unrest, then those capitalists who had recently acquired shares in their company would step in to resolve it!

But they were already on guard against the capital that had recently bought into their companies, so how could they accept this invitation to trouble?

"Inspector David, this is our company; we don't need some outsiders to worry about it!"

"Then just do as I say!"

David reprimanded them and continued coldly, "Now that I've laid it out clear, I'm giving you a maximum of three days. I don't care how you do it, but you must transfer back all your companies registered in overseas tax havens; otherwise, don't blame me for taking coercive measures!"

With his words, the atmosphere became dead silent.

At this moment, everyone felt immense anger towards David's statement, but fortunately, reason restrained them, keeping them from uttering any relationship-breaking words.

"Alright, you may go now. Remember what I said; you only have three days!"

Gates stared at Suyi for a full three seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing for a while without being able to say anything. In the end, he stood up and walked out.

Seeing him leave, everyone else followed suit.

"Look, Gates and the others are coming out!"

"What exactly did they talk about in the Internal Revenue Service? Why do they all look so grim?"

"Even if we don't know what they discussed, I think it definitely isn't good news for them!"

Seeing Gates and others walk out,

the journalists stationed there, while curious, also started approaching with their microphones to ask questions.

But these individuals, seething with rage from their encounter with David and now having to consider their next steps regarding the company transfer, were not in the mood for interviews. Each left with their personal bodyguards in tow.

...

Capitol Hill Hotel.

At this time, Gates, Jeff, and others had already gathered in a suite here, discussing their next course of action.

"Ha, our companies are worth hundreds of billions, even trillions; how can he say transfer back in three days and just expect us to do it?"

"Hmph, did you see how arrogant he was earlier? Someone who didn't know better might think he was the sitting President of the United States!"

"I refuse to transfer. Let's see what he can do about it!"

...

The new legislation on overseas tax evasion would rob them of their means to avoid taxes abroad, amounting to a severe loss.

And now, they were just hoping to delay and pay a few days less in taxes, but even that David wouldn't allow. No wonder they were furious.

"Gates, what do you think?"

Unlike the others, who were continually grumbling, Jeff looked towards this once wealthiest and most influential individual.

Gates, stroking his chin, spoke gravely, "Given this bastard's tone, he's not joking around. If we can't transfer our domiciles back within the time he's allotted, with his personality, there's no telling what he might do…"

After these words, the room grew even quieter, and even those who had been complaining fell silent.

Thinking calmly, David was now someone who dared to rub even the Freemasonry, Ansa Group, and Illuminati into the ground.

If they dared not follow this bastard's demands, then they could no longer hope that their backing groups would protect them.

"But..."

Jeff was about to say something when his phone rang suddenly, and strangely enough, at almost the same time, many others received calls too.

They exchanged looks, then, as if by an unspoken agreement, stopped talking and answered their phones.

"What! People from the Ministry of Commerce are at our headquarters?"

"The Ministry of Natural Resources showed up; what do they want?"

"Damn it, what does the immigration office want?!"

...

In the suite, exclamations and curses were heard one after another.

A few minutes later, everyone gradually hung up, and all faces looked terribly grim.

Gates then turned to Jeff and asked, "What's the situation on your end?"

"The immigration office, Ministry of Commerce, and Ministry of Natural Resources have all come to our headquarters, saying they want to negotiate the transfer, and until the domicile is transferred back, all our group's operations will be suspended."

"The same here..."

"Me too."

"Same."

All gave the same response.

Gates shook his head, stood up, and buttoned his suit jacket, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

Jeff seemed baffled and quickly called out to him.

"Back to headquarters to handle the transfer."

"You're really going to transfer the registration back within three days as he demanded?"

"Do you think we have a choice right now?"

"This..."

Gates's words left everyone present speechless.

Indeed, officials from several major departments had gone straight to their headquarters and had even forcibly ordered a suspension of operations until the transfer was complete. What else could they do?