Chapter 667: Chapter 336: There’s a Mole!
The next day, in the conference room of the Internal Revenue Service.
“Just tell honestly, how confident are you about this hearing?”
Obadiah asked with a grave face.
“I wouldn’t dare say one hundred percent, but eighty or ninety percent shouldn’t be a problem!”
“Good, as long as you are that confident, I won’t ask anymore. I’ll leave this matter to you!”
“Alright!”
...
David stood up and returned to his division, the Inspection Departnt, to give so instructions. He then walked out of the IRS building with Nisen Bakesimmons and a few others.
Because the hearing was such a sensation, and since today was the date of the hearing, the dia reporters who had long been ‘lying in wait’ now surrounded them.
“Inspector David, are you confident about this hearing?”
“Inspector David, the congressn at the hearing have made so fierce statents, saying they’ll definitely give the IRS a hard ti today. Do you have anything to say?”
“Inspector David…”
“…”
Faced with the dia’s barrage of questions, David did not avoid them. He replied, “This so-called hearing is simply a waste of ti for both the IRS and myself. If it weren’t for this hearing wasting my ti, who knows, in the past few days I might have collected billions more in US Dollar taxes. But never mind, if so think that the IRS has broken the law, then I shall personally go to Congress and shatter those scoundrels’ illusions!”
Hiss!
Hearing such bold statents from David, the dia reporters on-site couldn’t help but gasp.
It was the hearing, after all!
And the mbers of the hearing were all seasoned congressn and a group of top-tier lawyers. To David’s mouth, they had beco a bunch of scoundrels?
“Ha ha, Inspector David’s words are so domineering, I support it!”
“Inspector David is right. If not for this so-called hearing, in these past days no one knows how much more in taxes could have been collected.”
“I hope Inspector David crushes those disgusting characters at the hearing.”
“…”
Naturally, David’s words also caused an uproar online.
At the sa ti, in Washington D.C., on Congressional Hill.
Washington D.C. is a hilly city, and Congressional Hill is the elevation on which Parliant House stands.
From afar, Parliant House is a building encompassed by giant columns, with a crowned, do-shaped structure in the middle.
This white-dod governnt building, made of white sandstone and marble, is 749 feet long, 336 feet wide, with the apex of the do standing 130 feet above ground.
Atop the central section, a 20.5-foot tall bronze “Statue of Freedom” stands, the most conspicuous symbol of Washington D.C.
South of Parliant House is the lower chamber, the House of Representatives, and to the north lies the upper chamber, the Senate.
At this mont, in a eting room in the House of Representatives to the south.
“Bang!”
After watching David’s interview on television.
As the person in charge of the Freemasonry abolition of the ‘Black Tax’ law, Senate Congressman Langman slamd his fist on the table and said with a vicious face, “Good, he actually described us as a bunch of scoundrels. I’m curious to see, after he arrives in Congress, how he will smash my expectations!”
Seeing Langman so angry, the congressn and lawyers present didn’t dare to breathe loudly.
But, like the congressn, the hosting mbers of the hearing were similarly angered by David’s extravagant statents.
Was he treating them like nobodies?
However, unlike these congressn, led by Turpin, the legal team seed not at all angered but rather appeared sowhat demoralized.
This also alerted Langman, who turned his head and asked, “Turpin, your team doesn’t have any problems, right?”
“No… no problems!”
Turpin was startled, but still responded as if nothing was amiss.
“That’s good, because this ti you’re facing the IRS and David. It’ll be a global focus. If you can nail them at the hearing, you’ll also have accumulated great prestige, which will be helpful for you in the future. I hope you perform well!”
“Understood, Mr. Langman…”
…
Other than David, Donald, the manager of the ‘Black Tax’ law case, obviously had to attend the hearing. Two designated lawyers from the IRS were going to be present as well.
Of course, after receiving David’s assurance, these two lawyers were there just for show.
When they arrived at Congressional Hill, the area was already packed with throngs of dia reporters.
“Mr. Donald, do you have confidence in winning this hearing?”
“Deputy Director Donald, it’s said that if the hearing is lost, the IRS’s ‘Black Tax’ law case will be at risk of being abolished. Are you worried about this?”
“Inspector David…”
Donald was fully engrossed in the upcoming hearing, with no inclination to entertain the dia.
And since David had already completed his interview, he also had no desire to continue, so the group broke through the dia blockade and entered the grand hall of Parliant House.
Parliant House.
At first glance, it was filled with row upon row of wooden seats, while the floor was covered in a red, exquisite carpet.
As for the presiding stage, it stood at the central area, enveloped by seats on both the upper and lower floors.
Seeing this scene, David couldn’t help but recall the images often seen on television—where a legislative congressman or the president stands in the center, engaging in a verbal sparring match with an array of opponents.
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