"You have it, Mr. Devonshire. You transferred 60% of Devonshire Industries' shares to the British Virgin Islands the day before signing the contract to sell the game. The Finance Department believes that you are evading taxes," Linda Vespa said with a smile.
"Ha, what's the use of the finance department? If there was any problem, the police would have come to me long ago," said William.
"So, here I am, Mr. Devonshire. I don't know why the head of the finance department thinks you will win, but since the finance department asked me to come here, I will take care of you and the money you win."
"You bastards! I know who they are. When I get to England, I'm going to give them a hard time. I also refuse to accept your supervision. This money is my own and it doesn't go through the Bank of England system. The Treasury has no right to collect taxes on this money."
"No, Mr. Devonshire, the Finance Department has the right to collect taxes from you. We can collect taxes on any income of English citizens that can be checked. After all, the Finance Department already knows about your card game this time. We will keep an eye on this money. Don't think of avoiding our sight like last time," Linda Vespa said with a smile.
"Damn it," William looked at Linda Vespa angrily. He knew it was this woman's doing, otherwise the English Treasury would not have collected any tax. He had withdrawn this money from the Swiss National Bank.
In 2000, if the accounts were unknown, even the United States would not be able to collect taxes from the Swiss National Bank, let alone the English government.
"Okay, how much tax do I need to pay?"
"26"
"So the English government is taking $4,860 from my pocket without doing anything?"
"Yes, Mr. Devonshire, you have excellent arithmetic skills," Linda Vespa flattered William with a fake smile on her face.
"No, don't even think about sharing my money," William said. I picked up the phone and called Phillips, his exclusive manager at the Swiss National Bank.
After the call was connected, he said, "My name is William Devonshire. I'm asking you to design a reasonable tax avoidance plan for me. I'm in Montenegro right now, and I'm going to play a ten-person poker game tonight. If I win $1.8 billion in Montenegro this time, I hope you can keep the $1.8 billion without paying a penny to the English government."
Phillips said, "Okay, Mr. Devonshire, we will send a representative to Montenegro to contact you. We guarantee that we can meet any of your requirements. The representative will appear in front of you in three hours. All you need to do is sign a document, and our bank will take care of the rest for you."
"Okay, I'll wait, bye." William hung up the phone and shook the phone in front of Linda Vespa.
"Look, this is the advantage of being rich. I just need to make a phone call and someone will take care of everything for me. This tax avoidance plan will prevent the English government from finding any reason to collect taxes from me.
You are out, beautiful Miss Linda Vespa. Even wisdom cannot meet brute force. It is time for you to get off the bus, Miss Linda Vespa. I will book you a ticket back to London."
"No, William, you can't send Linda Vespa back. This matter has been authorized by Downing Street. We and the Security Council are powerless. Moreover, Linda Vespa came to Montenegro with funds. If you don't agree, then I have to take over. Many people in Downing Street and the Security Council still have doubts about whether you can win," Bond said hurriedly.
Linda Vespa still looked at William with a smile on her face, as if to let William continue to perform while she just watched the fun.
William laughed out loud in anger. He called the number he had just called and asked, "I need a wild card for today's Montenegro poker game. Can you do that?"
"Of course, Mr. Devonshire, I just checked how much money is flowing between Basel Bank, which is responsible for the safekeeping of the funds, and our bank. Mr. Devonshire, I promise that I can help you with the wild card issue within one hour. You will definitely enjoy the meticulous care of our National Bank. I wish you a pleasant trip. I will handle it for you now. Bye, sir."
"Good, very good, haha, thank you, Phillips." William hung up the phone and said to Linda Vespa proudly: "See, you still can't supervise my funds."
At this time, Linda Vespa's face had changed, and she said angrily: "Mr. Devonshire, you should know what the consequences will be if the public knows about your actions.
Your reputation is already bad. If the people of England knew that you were trying to evade taxes, you would really be a traitor in England.
People shouted and beat him."
William laughed out loud, "It doesn't matter. The worst that can happen is that I'll get scolded. People will forget about it in a few months. As long as the English government can't do anything to me, I'll continue to be a billionaire. I've never thought of going into politics anyway."
"I'm just a dandy aristocrat. If you have anything to do, just come to me. I'll go back to Oxford Castle to hunt and raise horses. There's no law that prohibits reasonable tax avoidance. As long as I'm a billionaire, I can live the way I want. If England doesn't welcome me, what can I do?"
"What about your P3 company?" Bond asked
"Bond, are you still living in the Middle Ages? As long as my P3 sells well, many countries will invite me to open factories. At worst, I can open the company in America, because that's the mainstream market anyway."
"Okay, you are a billionaire, you can do whatever you want, but if the lady hears what you say, she will definitely be very happy. She has always been suspicious of your existence." Bond was still very vigilant. He did not say the code name, but just said Madam.
"Bond, can you help me tell my wife that I don't want to be a thug for the Security Council now. I only want to live my own life. It's not the 1990s now. I think if Henry knew the current international situation, he would agree with my approach. If they want to instruct me without any benefit, go to hell with them," William said.
Bond was very happy to hear William's words. William was just as he had analyzed. He had no interest in fighting for power and profit.
"Okay, no problem, William, the lady will definitely be very happy, maybe you can have a meal together."
William shook his head and refused, "Forget it. I don't want the Security Committee to think that I'm on the Madam's side. I don't want to cause trouble for myself."
When they arrived at the hotel, William, Bond and Linda Vespa broke up, and he booked a luxury suite for himself. After entering, William called Barney, the American suicide squad.
He needed to prepare for something. He didn't think that the black banker Le Siver would leave no tricks up his sleeve. If this guy couldn't win the game and couldn't pay out the money, he would really be killed by his employer.
His life is about to be lost. This guy Le Sifu is capable of doing anything. His biggest weakness now is his mother, so William directly arranged for a suicide squad to protect his mother.
The phone was connected after a few rings.
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