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Chapter 171 - 133 Reasonable Tax Avoidance_2

Chapter 171: Chapter 133 Reasonable Tax Avoidance_2

"Interesting." Cooper nodded, but he didn’t quite understand; he was a shelter executive, not a homeless person, and wasn’t particularly interested in street fights.

The only thing he knew was that Juan Jin was the boss of these homeless people and many listened to him.

And they were the organization distributing welfare to the homeless, which was enough.

Two decision-makers sitting together could actually exploit many loopholes.

"Welfare institutions have explicit regulations requiring timely assistance for the homeless, sometimes even sending inspectors to investigate discreetly to prevent any embezzlement of welfare resources, such as shopping vouchers and subsidy funds. Since those homeless are under your control, it shouldn’t be a problem if a few more or less people receive the subsidy, right?" Cooper asked.

Allen Zhang also understood his implication, "Are you suggesting that my people should either avoid claiming their subsidies or falsely claim them? I can’t do that."

Would you stoop so low as to even scam the homeless?

Are you even human?

"No, I want to trade goods for subsidy funds. I know a manufacturing factory owner who wants to liquidate a batch of unsellable goods for some cash, but I can’t assist him. Since the subsidy is about to be distributed, if you could convince those homeless to exchange their received subsidy funds for those goods, he would be very grateful to you," Cooper explained his thoughts.

"What goods?" Allen Zhang asked.

"Some daily items like clothes and hats," Cooper said with a slight smile, "This is just a trial. There’s about thirty to sixty thousand US Dollars worth of goods. The manufacturer can sell them to you at a price lower than the market but slightly higher than the cost. Considering your manpower and funds, if you’re willing to help, it’s certainly feasible!"

Indeed, the Beggar Gang currently had more than fifty members and could soon grow to a hundred.

Each could receive a subsidy ranging from 200 to 800 US Dollars. If Allen Zhang really used his manpower and funds to buy this batch of unsellable goods, they could definitely absorb it all.

"But it seems there are no benefits for us," Allen Zhang pondered, "We aren’t short on food, and compared to spending money on goods, they actually prefer Zero-Dollar Purchases. Although I provide them with shelter and help, I don’t have the authority to interfere with their freedom to shop."

"What do you lack then? I can contact other manufacturers to arrange unsellable goods according to your needs. Bicycles? Tents? Skateboards? Electronics? Leaves? Painkillers? It’s not about forcing anyone to buy; I will arrange for people to sell on your turf the items they are willing to purchase, creating a small trading market. They get the items they need at a low price, the company clears the unsellable stock, and gets the transaction cash."

Cooper said, "Most importantly, if you use subsidy funds and shopping vouchers to purchase these goods, you won’t need to pay sales tax. Some manufacturers on the verge of bankruptcy have already applied for government tax relief. Surviving and keeping the cash flow normal is all that matters. Later, these manufacturers will also freely donate more items to help more homeless people."

"I’ll consider it."

Allen Zhang nodded, "But I won’t force them to purchase anything. It must be something they are genuinely interested in."

If there was a trap, he wouldn’t let the Beggar Gang Disciples fall into it. They hardly had any savings, and the subsidy funds were disbursed only once a month, already sucked dry; could he still call himself the General Sect Leader if word got out?

"If you are willing to help, you can discuss the details with Rena."

Cooper was also merely giving it a shot, as this kind of practice wasn’t only limited to their shelter; other shelters in Los Angeles and even those in San Francisco had been doing this already.

The worst case involved a senator personally causing the tent scandal.

But it was actually an exposure of internal corruption involving large amounts of funds and several departments.

Now, it seemed more like a personal business operated by the shelters themselves, with manufacturers looking to revive themselves through direct sales.

Ugly, very ugly.

The two chatted a bit more, and Cooper left satisfied. Allen Zhang didn’t ask what he was up to specifically; more than likely, he was off to a meeting with the boss in the city center.

If Allen didn’t believe that the bosses were involved, he would be fooling himself; those manufacturers must also be their own people’s business, otherwise how could just any nearly bankrupt factory apply for tax relief? Do they think Los Angeles is their own backyard?

Is there no king’s law? Any law at all?

What? I’m one of them now?

Then it’s okay.

After going downstairs, he saw that the shelter had closed early. They only provided one meal at noon and distributed free clothes and daily necessities at other times.

Rena was leisurely making herself a hot coffee, her legs crossed, playing with her phone.

Sporting a red jacket with the shelter’s logo, a white shirt, and jeans, her full figure resembled a ripe peach, exuding a mature and flavorful allure.

Allen Zhang admired the fruit of his own creation, never tiring of the sight.

"Is the conversation over? Any results?" Rena looked up when he came downstairs, took a sip of coffee, and asked.

"Cooper agreed to register me under his charity organization as an employee in my name, but without any insurance or salary benefits. Thankfully, my monthly salary serves as a tax deduction."