Chapter 390: Chapter 221: Groundless_3
The dia at the scene were all dumbfounded upon hearing this.
“My hair, that’s impossible. They are mbers of the Human Rights Organization, how could they be convicted so easily?”
“My God, they were just arrested not long ago, and the IRS, even if it’s powerful, couldn’t possibly have gathered evidence of their cris in such a short period of ti, right? Moreover, did they actually commit any cris?”
“It’s a courtroom run by the IRS after all, I think… the IRS isn’t abusing its power to impose these charges on them, is it?”
At the sa ti, after hearing David’s speech, the internet instantly blew up.
Los Angeles, headquarters of the Human Rights Organization.
Butler and the mbers were still full of anticipation, waiting for the IRS to be embarrassed, then they were prepared to elevate the great image of the Human Rights Fighter, but to their shock, they were greeted with this outco in front of the television, leaving them all frozen as if a spell had been cast upon them.
It took a while before Butler was the first to snap back to reality. He slamd his fist on the table, cursing, “Fake Yau, who can tell , what the hell is going on? How could our people have been sentenced to 30 years, and what the hell is Jeff doing!”
After his words, nobody in the room dared to breathe loudly, and they were completely baffled. Their three mbers didn’t have any tax issues, so how did this result co about?
Just then, the door was pushed open, and the person who walked in was none other than Jeff, who had rushed back from the courthouse.
Seeing his return, Butler imdiately demanded, “You’re just in ti, Jeff. If you can’t give a reasonable explanation for this, you don’t have to stay in the Human Rights Organization any longer!”
Jeff’s expression was bitter, but he still slowly said, “President Butler, everyone, here’s the thing…”
Jeff detailed the matters of tips, coupons, and jade.
But upon hearing his words, Butler and the others were even more stunned. Tips, coupons, jade—could this crap really count as tax evasion?
“What the hell are you talking about, Jeff? Tips, coupons, jade, can they slap a charge of tax evasion just for this? Are you drunk or what?”
Butler angrily rebuked him, and the rest of the mbers also regarded Jeff with dissatisfaction.
“This… I wish it hadn’t co to this…”
Jeff, with a look of helplessness, explained, “There’s a ‘profit rule’ in the Black Tax Act. The definition of this rule is very broad. Simply put, as soon as an individual generates profit, no matter whether through robbery or fraud, or now tips or coupons, if there’s profit, then you need to pay taxes to the IRS. They are now trying to enforce this rule against us, and I had no way to refute…”
“So you’re saying, in the future, if they don’t like soone, they could just slap this so-called ‘profit rule’ on the person, then who could escape it?”
“Then that person would have to pray they truly have no handles to be found…”
“What kind of international joke is this? There are 300 million people in Arica, not to exaggerate, but at least 10 million must have received tips, right? Doesn’t that an these 10 million people are now all guilty of tax evasion?”
Jeff shrank his head, “Strictly speaking, yes, but David and the IRS definitely won’t go after everyone seriously. Their main pursuit against us is… mainly because…”
What he wanted to say was that it was mainly because the people from the Human Rights Organization had caused trouble and clashed with David, which led to this predicant, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Although he didn’t say it, Butler and the others were not fools and understood perfectly well what was left unsaid. All they could do was curse furiously, “Damn it,”
“Wait a minute… Jeff, even if they were charged with tax evasion, how much US Dollars did they actually evade? Our people got 30 years? Are you dead or sothing, couldn’t you argue the case a bit?”
“Yeah, those eight cri bosses were only sentenced to 20 years, and even if our Human Rights Organization mbers did commit tax evasion, how much could it possibly be? Getting sentenced to 30 years, how can that be justified?”
“…”
Facing the questioning from everyone, Jeff felt another surge of frustration in his heart. He did argue, but what good did that do? It was the IRS’s judge and courtroom; could he possibly barge up to the bench and overturn the judge’s sentence?
“Hello to the high-level mbers of the Human Rights Organization, I know you’re watching!”
As the atmosphere turned tense, a voice from the television made everyone put aside their predispositions towards Jeff and turn to look at the screen.
On the TV screen, David was still being interviewed, and he went on to say, “Listen here, you from the Human Rights Organization are a public welfare organization. I’ve always held you in high regard and maintained a non-interference stance.”
“However, so of your mbers are too irrational, trying every day to gain fa by stepping on the IRS, which seriously impacts our work. So, after handling my current business, I might make a trip to your headquarters and purge these bad actors for you!”
Upon hearing David’s words, Butler and the others were stunned once again.
Weren’t these words plainly a blatant threat against their Human Rights Organization in front of the whole world?
“Fake, fake, this asshole actually dared to threaten us!”
“Damn it, that bastard is too arrogant. Does he really think we from the Human Rights Organization are so easy to bully?”
“President Butler, we can’t just sit around waiting for death any longer, we must fight back!”
The mbers of the Human Rights Organization were enraged.
Not only did David sentence their mbers to 30 years for such trivial charges, but now he dared to openly threaten them in front of the whole world.
If they didn’t respond, wouldn’t the Human Rights Organization beco a laughingstock?
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