Chapter 845: Chapter 423: Cutting Off Welfare Paynts_2
As those from the Manhattan branch heard these brazen words, they beca utterly furious.
However, at that mont, David remained expressionless, speaking calmly, “Since you claim that your relief funds have nothing to do with the Internal Revenue Service, fine, starting from this mont, a portion of the tax revenue collected by New York State will no longer be channeled through the Treasury Departnt to the Labor Departnt.”
“That ans, starting today, you will not receive a single penny of relief money or unemploynt benefits!”
Technically speaking, David’s role at the Internal Revenue Service was tax inspection, and he did not have the authority to interfere with the transfer of tax funds to the Treasury Departnt and the Labor Departnt.
But now, these protesters dared to claim, right in front of nurous dia outlets, that relief and unemploynt benefits were unrelated to the Internal Revenue Service. This essentially negated the role and status of the Internal Revenue Service in Arica.
Thus, his statent was sure to be endorsed by the high-level executives at headquarters!
This was the only way to teach them a lesson.
So, he was rely announcing the decision on behalf of all the senior executives.
Sure enough, at the sa ti, at the Washington D.C. National Tax Bureau Headquarter.
The executives who were watching the live broadcast and were originally cursing the protesters burst into applause after hearing David’s powerful counterattack.
Among them, Obadiah even put down the phone; he had planned to call David imdiately to provoke this response, showing these people whether the so-called relief funds and social security benefits had anything to do with their Internal Revenue Service!
Unexpectedly, David had acted before he even said anything, saving him the trouble.
“Right, issue a statent imdiately,” he commanded. “The content should express support for David’s actions, and also…”
Although David had already made the decision,
he could not represent the entire Internal Revenue Service. Obadiah thus requested that the spokesperson for the public news departnt issue such a statent to represent the will of the entire Internal Revenue Service!
“Understood!”
The public news spokesperson imdiately stood up to draft the announcent.
…
New York, outside the Manhattan Branch.
Upon hearing that the Internal Revenue Service was cutting off the social security funds for New York State, Steinbeck and the others were stunned for a long while.
But soon after, she furiously said, “Inspector David, although you are part of the decision-making body of the Internal Revenue Service, you certainly do not have the authority to interfere with the movent of tax funds!”
“That’s right, you don’t have the authority!”
…
The surrounding protesters echoed in agreent.
But soon, they could no longer shout,
for so of them had received the announcent just released by the Internal Revenue Service, and after a reminder, many quickly checked their phones.
[Washington D.C. National Tax Bureau Headquarter: We support all decisions made by our Chief Inspector of Taxation. Starting today, the headquarters will discuss social security funds with the relevant departnts; subsequently, New York State’s social welfare funds will be cut!]
Upon seeing this announcent, many faces on the scene turned pale.
Many of them were unemployed, now relying on welfare and unemploynt benefits each month to get by. If these funds were reduced, wouldn’t they be left high and dry?
At the sa ti, in the Big Sand Head Slum, New York.
The streets and alleys were filled with holess people, either sitting or lying on the ground asleep.
“Oh my God, how co, our relief money is gone!”
Suddenly, a holess person who saw this news on a broken-screen phone scread.
Following his shout, the comfortably lying holess people could no longer rest and gathered around.
But after they read the information, they too began cursing loudly.
“Fake Yau, what on earth is going on?”
“We might be holess, but we are still legal citizens of Arica, how can the relevant departnts not give us relief money?”
“Is it because there’s a war brewing, that they’re cutting our relief funds? No way, who dares to ss with our great Arica!”
The holess were utterly baffled.
Since becoming a developed nation, Arica had always provided public relief funds, unemploynt benefits, and various welfare safeguards as part of their policies; how could they suddenly stop issuing them?
“No, it’s not about starting a war. It seems a group of protesters blocked the door to the Manhattan Branch and right in front of Washington D.C. National Tax Bureau’s Chief Inspector, claid that relief funds and unemploynt benefits were unrelated to the Internal Revenue Service. After that, the Chief Inspector, in a fit of rage, tead up with the entire Internal Revenue Service to announce the cutoff of welfare funds to New York…”
The previously screaming holess person explained after delving into nurous news sources.
“Damn it, what!”
“Those damn bastards, why protest in front of the Internal Revenue Service?”
“How could relief funds be unrelated to the Internal Revenue Service? They’re clearly disbursed from tax funds to us, those bastards!”
If it were due to war that the governnt had cut their relief funds, the holess could have reluctantly accepted it.
But now, learning that soone had angered the Internal Revenue Service, resulting in the cutoff of relief funds, they were innocent victims; how could they endure this?
“Fuck, I’m going to kill those bastards!”
“I’m going too!”
“…”
The more they thought about it, the angrier the holess beca, grabbing bricks, beer bottles, sticks, and heading straight to the Manhattan Branch.
Beyond the Big Sand Head Slum, at this mont, holess and unemployed people in other parts of New York were also infuriated.
They hadn’t participated in the protest, yet they were also affected, potentially having their relief and unemploynt funds cut off, which would leave them out in the cold.
Who could endure such wrongful suffering?
Thus, these people also picked up various weapons, intent on storming the Manhattan Branch to teach the protesters a lesson!
…
In a neighborhood in Queens, New York,
a stocky middle-aged man was humming a tune while chopping vegetables.
“Ding ding…”
Just then, a rush of urgent doorbell rings sounded.
He had to stop chopping and went to open the door; but when he opened it and saw the dense crowd outside, the man was stunned.
“Mr. Manci, there’s big trouble!”
“What happened?”
The man, known as Mr. Manci, regained his composure, knowing that so many people coming to his ho ant sothing serious had happened.
“It’s like this, the Governor was taken away for investigation by the Internal Revenue Service earlier, and then the protesters…”
The person in the lead explained the whole situation.
After hearing it, Mr. Manci’s eyes widened like saucers.
The Internal Revenue Service was going to cut off New York’s social security funds?
No wonder these people were so desperate to find him, the Labor Departnt Minister.
“Mr. Manci, you must intervene, have Chief Inspector David withdraw the order, otherwise many of us will starve to death!”
“I know, I’m going to see David right now!”
Ideally, he didn’t want to get involved in such thorny issues.
But he really couldn’t ignore this matter.
New York might be the financial capital of the world, but with a large population base, too many people were unemployed every day.
As the Minister of the Labor Departnt, his main duties were to help people find jobs and secure social welfare funds.
If that funding was gone, these people would inevitably turn their anger towards the Labor Departnt, and that would indeed give them a headache!
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