Chapter 4406

This year's winter was exceptionally cold, and three days before Christmas, it snowed in Washington. In the background of the new president's first televised speech since taking office, goose-feather snow was falling outside the White House window. Clark Kent sat in front of the camera wearing a Christmas sweater, responding to the expectations of the Western world toward him with a very relaxed posture.

"I am very happy to be able to meet with you today. Have you bought the food for the Christmas dinner? Have you moved the Christmas tree into the house? I know that everyone sitting in front of the TV so nervously must not want to hear these daily greetings. But I still want to say that nothing is more important than the days you are living right now. Everything that I and everyone else are doing is just to help you, so you only need to think about these more plain and trivial daily problems.

The last time you saw me, I was just a superpowered individual and a superhero, but today I have become president; there must be many people who are not used to it. You will worry whether I will become like most presidents, or even worse. Because you didn't vote for me, and I didn't give you any promises. This doesn't seem democratic at all. You worry that I won't care about the group you are in, and I will ignore and abandon some people.

Perhaps you already know that I am not human, and precisely because of this, I do not belong to any one group of humans. As an alien, I see you as a whole; any group among you is not more noble or lowly than other groups to me. The way I treat you depends on what the human race and human civilization need more.

I believe many people already understand that we are currently facing the problem of Martian infiltration. In order to solve the activation towers, we need to develop industry, study technology, and strive for progress. I will not have any goals other than this. And to do all this, you need to stay healthy, stable, and educated.

Most of the people sitting in front of the TV currently do not meet this standard. But this is not your fault, but the fault of this society. My work goal next is to correct these mistakes and let the vast majority of people reach a level where they can contribute their part to promoting social development.

Talking about the disease of society, this is not the fault of one or two people, but a certain inertia of social evolution. However, if you want to cure it, it is inevitable to operate on the wrong parts. As an alien who stayed on Earth and spent Christmas with you, I must recognize the beautiful parts of human nature and believe that humanity is full of hope, which is why I chose to stay. So I believe that you will be willing to take the initiative to make changes to remove the deep-seated ills of society.

Christmas is coming soon, and families and friends are about to gather together. Even such heavy snow cannot hinder the connection between people. When you are in a room with a warm fireplace, exchanging gifts with your loved ones, please also think about the future of humanity. Before the birth of the Lord Jesus, he has plenty of time to listen to anyone's repentance. In order not to let God be disappointed with humanity again, let us recite the prayer again and welcome the new year with a brand-new look."

With a "click," the TV was turned off. Schiller smiled and clinked glasses with the woman in front of him, and said: "A great speech, isn't it?"

"A bit... original." The woman wearing a gown deliberated and said, "Other presidents wouldn't say such a long New Year's greeting. Perhaps our new president is not yet used to it."

"Let's not talk about him," Schiller continued, "Has your sister's inheritance been handled?"

"Ah, of course. I must say, your reminder was so timely. I really didn't expect that as soon as she found a reliable husband's family, she would set her sights on her father's will. Fortunately, her husband, who is in the smuggling business, has made many enemies..."

"Will you accept her child?"

"No, no, no, I won't raise a child for her. Aunt Caroline might be willing; if she doesn't want it either, it can probably only be sent to an orphanage." The woman shrugged lightly and said, "But that's what she deserves; she thought she married into a wealthy family, but she had a date with death. You've seen her corpse, right?"

"Yes, unfortunately. A heavy blow to the back of the head; the murderer left too quickly; it was probably done by a Martian. Oh, by the way, our president was also present at that time."

"Isn't he also a Martian? Why couldn't he stop it?"

Schiller laughed again and said: "Because we are partners, aren't we?"

The woman also smiled knowingly, picked up her wine glass and took a sip, but seemed to suddenly hear something. She turned her head and said to a man standing at the door: "Ambisi, what are they arguing about downstairs?"

"Uh, the tax bureau people are here."

The woman rolled her eyes and said: "Let the lawyer deal with them; don't cause me trouble."

"Is there no problem?" Schiller asked.

"Don't worry, I'm using the account from Hong Kong; they can't find it. After all, my family also came over during World War II; the new tax law has no impact on us."

Schiller nodded and continued to chat with her about her sister. But after a few minutes, the noise downstairs not only didn't get smaller, but a series of collisions and screams came.

"What the hell?" The woman frowned, nodded at Schiller, and got up to walk downstairs.

She had just taken two steps down when she raised her hands and backed away, a golden trident flashing with cold light pressed against her forehead.

"Mrs. Fupas, Arthur Curry of the Justice League Tax Special Action Group. Please cooperate with our investigation, thank you."

The woman's face turned pale, and she trembled all over. She turned to look at Schiller and found that Schiller also raised his hands, looked at Arthur and said: "Mr. Curry, I think you can talk it over properly, don't be too..."

"I have nothing to talk about with someone who uses illegal means to evade taxes. Madam, now you have two choices: either pay the taxes immediately, or come with us."

"I didn't evade taxes!" The woman screamed, "The tax bureau has already checked; my capital flow is normal! You have no evidence!"

"We don't need evidence," Arthur shook his head and said, "We just want 95% of your assets. Go liquidate them immediately, or sign the will, and we'll go talk to the heir."

"You..."

"Madam! Madam!" Schiller shouted hurriedly; he walked quickly to the woman's side and lowered his voice, saying, "The Justice League are all superpowered individuals; they can kill you and destroy the body, and the police won't find evidence at all. Once you die, they can modify the will at will."

"It's simply lawless!" The woman shouted in a breakdown, "Why is there no one to protect us!"

"Sorry, but I have already resigned from the position of head of A. R. G. U. S.," Schiller sighed and said, "The best plan now is to stabilize them first."

Then he turned to Arthur and said: "Mr. Curry, 95% of the assets is too outrageous; can we talk about it?"

"This is the requirement of the new tax law; part of it is back taxes, part of it is late fees, part of it is the cost of asset liquidation, and part of it is the labor cost for the Justice League to recover the taxes. Even if you find the best actuary, it's still 95%."

"No, no, no, I mean, can the scope of property designation be considered?" Schiller said, "This lady has many charitable foundations, as well as overseas assets and trusts..."

"There are no more overseas assets." Arthur pointed the golden trident at the woman's head, climbed the stairs step by step, and then gave a wink to the tax personnel behind him. The other party directly took out a document.

Schiller reached out carefully to take it, and after taking a look, he gasped in surprise, then walked to the woman's side and whispered: "It's the data given by the bank in Asia."

"Damn it! How could they..."

"It's hard to say, Madam. After all, they conducted technical cooperation before to pull the nails, and the tax bureau can negotiate conditions with them."

"... Is it only Asia's?"

"There are also Switzerland and Belgium."

The woman's face became even uglier. She gritted her teeth and said: "Switzerland is my husband's property; it can't be given to them."

Schiller looked at Arthur again and said: "I don't think we need to provoke marital conflict at this moment and destroy other people's families. Can Switzerland's overseas assets be considered..."

"Cash must be turned over in full," Arthur said, "And I won't give you time to transfer; it must be transferred to my department's account immediately, right now. In that case, I can not care about the physical assets in Europe."

Schiller breathed a sigh of relief and said to the woman: "It can only be like this. If you don't give it, in case they negotiate with the European government and directly collect the real estate, it will be even more troublesome."

"But that's almost all my assets! I have over ten billion dollars in my trading account alone..."

Before she finished speaking, the golden trident pointed forward, and the biting cold wind flew past the woman's forehead. She had to say with trembling lips: "Don't, don't do this, I'll give you the trading authentication now..."

The woman signed all the documents tremblingly. Arthur looked at Schiller and said: "Come with me, we need to talk about the president's problem."

Schiller looked at the woman with an apologetic look, then followed Arthur away. After leaving the villa, Schiller curled his lips, showed a look of disgust, and said: "I thought it was a big fish, but I didn't expect the bulk of the assets to be with her husband; I miscalculated."

"Is ten billion dollars in cash for trading not big enough?" Arthur said with some shock.

Schiller shook his head and said: "She just received the inheritance of her sister and her sister's new husband; I thought these things would remain in her hands, but I didn't expect them to be transferred."

"Transferred to her husband? Do we want to go find him?"

"Her husband is one of the industrial giants who monopolizes the entire US shipbuilding industry; the family also came over during World War II and has a solid foundation. I'd better send someone to explore the reality first..."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller's phone rang. He answered the phone and said: "Mr. Fupas? Yes, I am. You want to contact the president? Is there something?"

"Ah, I just heard. I feel very sorry about your wife's matter. Do you want the president to make the decision for you? What? Voluntarily turn it over?!... So that's how it is, okay, I will reflect it to the president truthfully. You support his new policy so much, he will definitely be very happy. Okay, goodbye."

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked, "Does her husband want to complain to the president?"

"On the contrary, her husband voluntarily turned over almost all the cash in his financial accounts and voluntarily transferred the shares of hundreds of factories in the industrial chain to the national account."

"Why?!" Arthur asked with some surprise, "That's probably over a hundred billion dollars, right? Is he so willing?"

"It's not willingness, but intelligence," Schiller said, "This kind of fishing method can only target some young upstarts; it's useless against these old foxes. They know very well that all their family wealth and lives now rely on Mr. President. As life-buying money, this is not enough."

Schiller took out his phone and said while sending a message: "Let Victor check again carefully, come up with a detailed overseas asset report, and then go negotiate conditions with them; at least we must take down the shares of several major shipyards."