American Tax Officer

"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…"

The person responsible for GCO Nevada was presenting the data to the wardens from all over the state when a knock from outside interrupted him, and he said with a frown, "Come in."

The next second, a woman in her twenties walked in through the door.

Seeing her enter, one of the black wardens sitting there had a dark expression on his face, this was Marz Atwood, the Warden of Rio City Prison.

The woman entering was his secretary.

Ignoring the gazes of the others, the secretary quickly went to Marz\'s side and whispered a few words into his ear.

Marz, who had been keeping a stern face, froze on the spot upon hearing her words.

At this moment, GCO\'s executive Justin also sensed that something was amiss and immediately asked, "What\'s the matter, Warden Marz?"

Only then did Marz regain his composure and said solemnly, "Director David from the Tax Authority has arrived at my prison."

"What did you say!"

Not just Justin, but the other wardens felt a storm surge in their hearts upon hearing that.

While it was currently only Marz\'s prison being visited by the Tax Authority, if any issues were uncovered, the saying went \'uproot one radish and bring out a heap of soil\'—the rest of their prisons would inevitably become implicated.

"Damn it, has the Tax Authority run out of places to check that they have to come down on us!"

Justin couldn\'t help but curse.

He was the head in charge of GCO in Nevada, so of course he was well aware of the inner workings of all the prisons. If the Tax Authority did uncover any inconsistency, he certainly would not escape the consequences.

With this in mind, he quickly turned to Marz and asked, "Warden Marz, how\'s the situation at your prison, they haven\'t caught you on anything, have they?"

"My Deputy Warden is already doing everything possible to handle it, but we would have had the confidence to cope if it were just the usual Tax Authority staff. However, as you know, that David... he\'s not someone easy to deal with..."

These words left Justin feeling restless and uneasy.

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."