Fu Haoran hung up the phone from Jimmy with no expression on his face.
He leaned back on his office chair and thought about what he had done.
Illegal immigration?
Yes.
Unknown fund flow?
Yes.
Hiding military-grade weapons?
Yes.
Smuggling military technology across the world?
Yes.
Picking out any one of them would be enough for him to stay in Federation prison till death, or to experience an America limited edition electric chair.
But Fu Haoran feels that if something big enough to warrant the electric chair happened, it wouldn't be the CIA.
At least the people from United States Secret Service came to the door armed with weapons.
As a person with tradition engraved in his bones, Fu Haoran has always felt that a boss who doesn't want to be a local snake is not a good person Reincarnator.
Aren't they just a few CIA agents?
If it doesn't work, sink into the sea, bury in the soil, cause car accidents, commit suicide... these are all traditional crafts passed down from Amerikan's ancestors.
It really made things worse. If the physical warnings were issued a few more times, the worst case scenario would be for CIA Langley Headquarters to experience an authentic gas pipe leak. I think the CIA would be wise enough to shut up.
Soon, people from the CIA arrived.
A group of people came in vigorously, dozens of people in total, and the scene was quite intimidating.
Fu Haoran just glanced at the side. Hive City's subordinates understood and silently surrounded the CIA people.
No one took out their guns, but the power rollers were shaking in their hands, which made the CIA, who was usually extremely arrogant, instantly cower.
With this salary, why bother working so hard?
Everyone is here to make extra money following the leader, not to work hard.
The two leading managers, Cole and Miller, realized that they might not be able to stop the situation if they continued, so they went directly into Fu Haoran's office and prepared to find their home court.
As the office door closed, Cole and Miller threw a document directly in front of Fu Haoran.
The documents were spread out, and they were all full of Fu Haoran's black material.
Illegal immigration status identification, abnormal flow of large amounts of cross-border funds, recruitment of a large number of illegal immigrant workers... everything is clearly marked.
"Mr. Fu, these things are enough to deport you out of the country, confiscate all your assets in Amerikan, and put you in Federation prison for more than ten years."
Cole crossed his arms and looked at Fu Haoran condescendingly, his tone full of threats, "Your shipyard, factory, and dock will all be confiscated. You will never be able to step into Amerikan again in your life."
Cole and Miller stared at Fu Haoran. Seeing that he didn't say a word, they just thought he was frightened. They looked at each other and saw the pride in each other's eyes.
But they didn't know that Fu Haoran wasn't listening to their harsh words at all, he was just waiting for them to say business.
"After waiting for a long time, this is all?"
Fu Haoran felt disappointed and even wanted to call the security guard to kick the person out.
Illegal immigration?
He can ask someone from White House's office to apply for an outstanding talent green card for him with just one phone call. He is just too lazy to apply.
Unknown source of funds?
The money in his account was all charitable donations from wealthy people, and the accounts were done by the four major Accountant firms. Not to mention the CIA and the IRS, they couldn't find a single thorn in his side.
Fu Haoran I thought that the CIA had found something real, and even prepared the backup plan to deal with it, but this is the result?
Fu Haoran leaned back on the chair, raised his eyes, and said in a calm tone, as if he was asking what was for dinner today, "Is there anything else?"
Cole was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting his reaction. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, if it's just a trivial matter, you can leave. I don't have time to play house with you."
At this moment, Miller finally spoke, "Mr. Fu, don't be in a hurry to see off the guests. There is an agreement in front of you now. If you can handle it, we can handle all these troubles for you."
As he spoke, he took out a tender contract and placed it in front of Fu Haoran.
Fu Haoran opened the contract and glanced at it. It was the maintenance bid document for the two warships United States military.
Miller introduced, "This is the official restoration project of the Navy. We will bid in the name of your DYB Company and help you get all the qualifications to ensure that you win the bid."
"Our requirements are simple: within three months, 70% of the repair progress of the two ships will be completed, so that the warships can restore their autonomous navigation capabilities."
"You have to find a way to control the maintenance amount yourself. If it exceeds the basic budget, you will advance it yourself."
"If you need to purchase military equipment and parts for maintenance, you can find a way to do it yourself. If you need our help with the purchase, you can do it, but the cost will have to be borne by you. We will help you get the approval."
"In exchange, after the matter is completed, 30% of the final approved excess will be transferred to your overseas private account, and we will handle the remaining 70%."
Miller pushed the contract in front of Fu Haoran and knocked on the table. "I'll give you one day to think about it. If you sign this contract, all your dirty information will disappear overnight."
Cole and Miller folded their arms, waiting for Fu Haoran to struggle, hesitate, or even bargain.
Everyone in Amerikan knows that the maintenance of these two ships is a bottomless pit. The local shipyard has calculated that even if it only repairs 70%, the cost will be 700-800 million US dollars. There are still a lot of uncertainties in the middle, making it impossible to make money, and may even go bankrupt.
But Cole and Miller don't care about this. They are dead, and the Chinese in front of them dare not refuse to accept it.
In the end, I will definitely spend money to keep myself safe.
But they didn't expect that Fu Haoran finished flipping through the contract, picked up the pen, and signed his name directly on the signature line without blinking.
Cole and Miller were stunned. They looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.
They prepared a lot of threats and inducements, but not a single word was used?
"Mr. Fu, have you read the terms of the contract clearly? You have to pay the excess amount yourself. If it is not approved, you will bear all the losses yourself." Cole couldn't help but remind him, for fear that he didn't understand.
"See clearly." Fu Haoran pushed the signed contract back with a smile on his lips, "Is there anything else? If there is nothing else, I won't give it away."
Cole and Miller carried the contract and walked out of the office in a daze.
It wasn't until he got in the car that Miller came back to his senses and sneered, "Sure enough, he is a Chinese who has never seen the world. He took the bait when he was given some sweetness. He was just taken advantage of."
Cole nodded, rubbed his hands, his eyes full of greed. "Just wait, wait for him to advance the money, whether we can recover the cost, we will definitely make a profit."
They don't know that Fu Haoran in the office has just received the calculation results of JARVIS.
JARVIS: "Sir, it is estimated that the maintenance progress of the two warships is 70%, the labor cost is 82 million US dollars, the steel and parts cost is 97 million US dollars, the total total cost is 179 million US dollars, and the basic budget is 200 million US dollars."
"If the original equipment is purchased and installed according to the requirements of United States military, it will cost an additional US$500 million, with a total cost of US$679 million."
Fu Haoran looked at the calculation results and started thinking.
If the requirements in the tender document are followed, this transaction is not considered a loss, but it is not profitable enough.
This is not consistent with Fu Haoran's character.
As a civil engineering guy, how to save money is a required course.
We really need to make a gross profit according to Party A's father's requirements.
As long as the project is completed and meets the acceptance requirements, how much money you can make is entirely up to you.
As for the arms dealers designated by the CIA? Only fools follow their channels.
Original parts from the United States are extremely expensive. Anyway, as long as the parameters are correct and they can be used, who should use them?
Warhammer World replica parts cost less than one-twentieth of the original ones.
The CIA wants to use him as a white glove to make a profit, but also wants to manipulate him?
It just so happened that what he lacked was money and United States military's qualification amulet.
In this wave, it's not certain who will get whose wool.
Fu Haoran picked up the intercom phone and called Jimmy in.
"Go to University of Tokyo immediately and set up a wholly-owned subsidiary in my hometown Banyan City." Fu Haoran pushed a prepared document over, "From now on, most of the wages of all employees in the shipyard will be paid by domestic subsidiaries, and all five insurances and one housing fund will be paid domestically."
Jimmy was stunned, with a face full of confusion. "Boss? Why do you do this? Our company at Amerikan operates legally. Is there any risk in doing this...?"
Fu Haoran didn't say that he just didn't want to pay taxes to the Amerikan tax bureau. After all, only by paying less wages can he pay less corporate and personal taxes.
"There are three advantages to doing this." Fu Haoran patiently fooled.
"First, tax avoidance."
"Amerikan Federation Personal tax is up to 37%. Adding in Montana tax and social security tax, half of workers' wages are taken away by the tax bureau."
"University of Tokyo, the highest personal tax is 45%. After deducting five social insurances, one housing fund and special additional deductions, the actual tax burden is less than 15%. Workers get more money. Our company's book revenue is lower, and the corporate tax is directly reduced by 90%."
"Second, transfer funds. We are now being targeted by the CIA. There is no guarantee that one day they will come to our door, so I need to prepare in advance."
"Third, lock the team. The majority of the salary goes to the University of Tokyo account. If they want to switch jobs to a competitor, they have to weigh their own jobs. The core technology allowance and year-end bonus are all held in the domestic account. Resigning is equivalent to giving up the money. No one will have trouble with the money."
Jimmy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded quickly, but hesitated a little. "Boss, does everyone do this?"
"Yes, everyone." Fu Haoran nodded.
"Then local Amerikan workers, can they accept it?" Jimmy frowned, "They will most likely resist this kind of operation."
"This is easy to handle." Fu Haoran smiled, "Just tell them that the money is in the University of Tokyo account. If you get divorced in the future, the Amerikan court will not be able to control it. Not a penny will be divided, and alimony does not need to be paid on the basis of full salary."
"Tell them again that University of Tokyo has a low personal income tax and can settle foreign exchange back to the country at an amount of US$50,000 per year and still avoid taxes."
"University of Tokyo's medical insurance can cover most of the expenses. Teeth cleaning only costs twenty dollars. Unlike Amerikan, calling an ambulance can make you bankrupt."
Jimmy took a deep breath after listening to it.
This reason is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.
Among the local workers in the shipyard, they are either homeless people recruited from pubs or unemployed old welders found on the streets. Which one is not overwhelmed by the alimony of his ex-wife, the tax bill from the IRS, and the sky-high medical insurance policy?
It was impossible for them to refuse this condition.
"Okay boss! I'll do it right away!"
In the finance office of the shipyard, senior welder Derek looked at the salary plan notice in his hand, and his face turned dark instantly.
"What the hell? The majority of the salary goes to University of Tokyo's account? Isn't this tax evasion? Shameless! I'm going to sue them!" Derek slapped the notice on the table, his face red and thick with anger.
He is a veteran welder of Newport News Shipyard for 28 years and participated in the construction of Ford-class aircraft carrier. He was unemployed for three years after the shipyard laid off employees. His ex-wife ran away with their daughter. He has to pay 40% of his salary in alimony every month and owes a lot of credit card debt.
Although it was Fu Haoran who gave him a new job that made him come back to life.
But why should your own money be managed by others?
The old man Accountant next to him raised his head and said, "Derek, your monthly salary is now 12,000 US dollars, Federation" After tax Montana is deducted, only 7,000 is left, and then 2,800 is deducted for child support, and finally 4,200 is obtained. Rent, car loan, and medical insurance are all deducted, and there is not a penny left, right?"
Derek was stunned for a moment and nodded, his face looking ugly.
"According to the boss's plan, Amerikan will only pay you the minimum wage of 1,500 US dollars locally, and the remaining 10,500 will go to University of Tokyo's account."
"Amerikan's personal income tax here is almost zero. After deducting five insurances, one housing fund and personal income tax in China, you can get 9,500 US dollars, which is more than double."
Derek's breathing paused momentarily, and a trace of heartbeat flashed in his eyes.
Old Accountant added another bombshell, "The most important thing is that the Amerikan court cannot find out the money that goes into domestic accounts!"
"Your ex-wife can no longer use your income to ask the judge to increase the alimony! Even if she goes to court, she can only be calculated based on the minimum wage of 1,500 US dollars, and only needs to pay 600 US dollars in monthly alimony."
Derek The vampire-like face of his ex-wife flashed through his mind, as well as his daughter complaining about him being stingy and unworthy of being a father on social media, and the hand that clenched his fist instantly relaxed.
He suddenly felt that this plan was not impossible.
"Also, you forgot to call an ambulance last time you had a heart attack, and they charged you $8,000 in ten minutes?"
"University of Tokyo employee medical insurance, you can get medicines for colds and fevers for just a few dollars, and full coverage for teeth cleaning and fillings. Even if you use imported medicines, they are all affordable. A serious illness will not make you go bankrupt."
"If you earn US dollars and spend them in University of Tokyo, your purchasing power will increase several times. If you work for ten years, you can buy a villa with a yard in University of Tokyo. You will no longer have to worry about your ex-wife or the national tax when you retire."
"The most important thing is that even if you go bankrupt and are sued, the Amerikan court won't be able to freeze the money you have in China. Even if you get divorced again, your wife won't get a penny!"
"What do you have to hesitate about now?"
Derek feels a little ashamed. He thought this was shameless tax evasion before, but now he just feels that the boss has simply given him a way out!
"I sign!" Derek slammed the table, picked up the pen and signed the consent form.
The entire shipyard encountered almost no resistance.
After a worker signed the contract, he blocked his ex-wife's contact information on the spot and shouted excitedly, "I will never have to pay that vampire again!"
It elicited a burst of laughter.
These workers are either homeless people with gambling debts, old welders who have been divorced two or three times and are overwhelmed by child support payments, and technicians who are being chased by the IRS to pay back taxes.
When they heard that they could avoid taxes, prevent their ex-wife from dividing their property, and evade the clutches of the IRS, everyone's eyes lit up and they rushed to sign, fearing that this good thing would be lost if it was too late.
An engineer called his ex-wife on the spot and yelled into the phone, "From now on, the alimony will be based on the minimum wage! I won't give you any extra money!"
The only one who hesitated was a college student who had just graduated. As a result, the old Accountant patted him on the shoulder. "Boy, you just came to Amerikan, and you don't know how powerful the IRS and your ex-wife are. Wait until the day you receive the court summons, and you will know how merciful the boss's tactics are."
Everything is ready.
The next step is to break the penny in half and spend it.
Saving money has always been an art.
"Next, it's time for these Amerikan guys to see what real extreme operation is."