You Have the Potential to become a Billionaire
billionaire"I said Tony, as long as you do what I say, they can't do anything to you."
"But the bank doesn't answer my phone, and I can't revise the loan without their consent. If it goes on like this, I won't be able to pay off the loan in less than two months.
"Tony, I checked it. The original notes of the contract you signed can't be provided by the bank at all. I suspect it has been lost.
In addition, the physical documents of the mortgage have been replaced by the county court with an electronic version, which does not meet the requirements according to Ohio law.
In other words, the current bank has no right to take back your house!"
"But I'm tired, lawyer Wedner. I'm ready to give up. My mother said she had a place for me to move in.
"Tony, I have never lost a foreclosure case!"
"You are a good lawyer, Mr. Wadner, but I'm sorry..."
As soon as Dean entered the door, he met a depressed young man and hurried out of Wadena's office.
Sideway, Dean quietly came to the door of Wadner's office.
In the room, Wedner stroked his forehead with his hand and was tired.
"I don't think I'm coming at the right time." Dean stood at the door with his hands on his chest and shrugged his shoulders, saying hello.
"Aha, it turned out that our Mr. Grande was here. Guess what, I smelled your stinginess two blocks away.
Seeing him, Wedner angrily put aside the documents on the curved desk, and then got up and poured a cup of coffee for himself.
Dean, who entered the office, couldn't help protesting when he saw him enjoying coffee alone. This is not hospitality. I'm your customer.
People who have not paid the bills in this office are not real customers. In addition, if you want to drink coffee, pour it yourself.
"Even if I'm not a real customer, I'm at least a potential customer. Also, as a lawyer of social elites, should I hire a secretary for myself?
He made himself a cup of coffee, and Dean took it to the owner of the office with a slight sight, and then took a sip.
"Do you think I need a secretary?" Wedner stood in an office of less than 6 square meters and looked at Dean with idiotic eyes.
"Let's talk about what's going on today. Your father Pete's case will be in court soon, and Sean's article is ready. After making so many preparations, I don't think there will be any other accidents.
"I'm here today to be your customer, a real customer." Dean put down the cup reservedly, with a little pride on his face.
"The real customer?" Wedner looked at him in surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Of course," Dean snapped his finger, then went straight into the state and sat down at his desk.
"Oh, what a surprise. I'm sorry for your nickname 'Grandet'."
"ComeOn! Lawyer Wedner, I'm your client now. Dean felt that his reputation was killed.
"Okay, then let me see what's going on with our talented teenager." Wedner sat down in his seat and turned over the hourglass on the table.
"Well, first of all," Dean cleared his throat. "If I pick up a sum of money on the way, the amount is relatively large, and the owner has not claimed it. So do I need to pay tax on this money?
Wadner looked strangely, "Did you pick up a sum of money on the way? Is the number relatively large?
"Uh-huh~" That's it, Dean nodded.
"MotherF*cker! Do you think I'm an idiot and found a sum of money on the way, ah?
If a piece of bread falls to the ground in Youngston, it will be picked up by the tramp within a minute.
You fucking told me, can you find the money? This is the biggest joke I've heard this year!"
"OK~OK!" Dean motioned Wadena not to get excited. "It may be a little different, but the final result is almost like this."
"Listen, Dean." Wedner looked at him seriously, "First of all, I need to know the details of the matter, otherwise I can't help you.
In addition, I will give you a piece of advice on the lawyer's fees paid by the truck driver union. Don't try to challenge the legal system built by countless elites in generations with your own ingenuity.
"Okay," Dean spread out his hand. "Things may not be so compliant, but there is no clear legal prohibition.
Roughly after that, I got a batch of prepaid phone cards, and now I want to transfer them to those who need them.
Therefore, how can I reasonably pay taxes on them? I don't want to mess with the people of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS).
Before Wedner spoke, Dean quickly added. Let's start with that. That's all I can reveal. As for how these phone cards came from, it's not clear.
To be honest, Wadner has seen too many of this kind of walking in the gray area, so he was not obsessed with how Dean got these things.
He only cares about two things: First, whether this matter is worth operating. Second, if he handles it, how much income will he get in the end?
After a moment of thought, Wedner asked his first question.
"Dean, did you tell me that the total value of the phone card you need to transfer is more than $10,000?"
Dean nodded, "I think so."
"Very good. Fortunately, you came to me and didn't intend to hide the cash you got after changing hands. Otherwise, maybe when your father is released from prison, you will go in and take over his shift.
Wadner finally felt that Dean was not so hopeless in law.
"So what do I need to do, wise lawyer Wedner?" Dean asked bluntly, which was also the main purpose of his coming here today.
Wadner did not answer him at the first time, but got up and went to the information cabinet behind the office and began to immerse himself in looking for documents.
After rummaning for a while, a smile finally appeared on his face.
"Although your trouble is a little tricky, it is not helpless. In addition, I guess that in addition to the tax problem, the telephone company is also a potential risk for you.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised, but he didn't refute anything. Because he does feel that the telephone company should also find ways to do some avoidance.
"Congratulations on meeting the great Matthew. Lawyer Wadner. Wedner opened his arms like the king of the world, "But if you want to solve these troubles, you have to pay some extra price, otherwise it is not enough for me to take the risks."
As soon as he finished speaking, he had pulled out an agreement from his desk and handed it to Dean.
"What is this?"
The legal consultation fee of 5% shall be subject to the actual transaction amount. Federal law stipulates that large cash transactions exceeding $10,000 require a source of income declaration to the IRS.
Of course, these incomes must be legitimate and legal, and how to make the money compliant is the service I can provide.
Wadner, in a pinstriped suit, talked emantically, and his confident look was the same as that of the power hooligans in Washington.
"Wow~" Dean's eyes widened exaggeratedly. "I didn't expect that the great Mr. Wadena could play with the IRS in the palm of his hand."
"Dean" Wadner shook his head. "I took the risk, and I deserve it."
"IRS and the telephone company once and for all?" Dean's eyes were unpredictable and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Just for this deal." Wedner added a premise to his words.
A single transaction? It's not impossible. After all, Dean didn't plan to do it again.
"Okoy, make a deal!" Dean signed the agreement.
To be honest, he will get six or seven hundred dollars for six or seven hundred dollars after signing. Dean also has a little pain, which is almost worth his one-month mortgage.
According to the price of 88 years, a dozen eggs are only 84 cents, and a pound of round steak is only $2.37.
Six or seven hundred dollars is not a small number, but it is a necessary expense. Now Dean can only expect his money to be worth it.
"So great lawyer Wedner, tell me about your once-and-for-all way."
After closing the contract, Wedner handed him the documents that had just been found from the data cabinet.
"Have you ever heard of the Carter phone case?"
"Carter's phone case?" Dean held the yellowed information, and he didn't know why.
"65 years, Thomas of Texas. Carter filed a private antitrust lawsuit with all communication giants, including AT&T, Western Union Communications and General Telephone Electronics.
The reason is that Carter applied for a patent for a device in 1959 that can connect a conventional telephone line to a two-way radio.
In this way, his farm workers and distant oilfield workers can use ordinary walkie-talkies to make ultra-long-distance calls.
Dean's eyes lit up, and it was a good trick to borrow chickens to lay eggs.
"It seems that you have realized the problem," Wadner likes to deal with smart people. "Yes, just as you think. Carter used Bell's telephone network, but he didn't pay a penny for it.
Those workers who use this equipment are making free phone calls. There is no doubt that Aunt Bell will not let him go.
In the face of the suppression of Bell Company, Carter not only did not flinch, but also gave full play to his Texas giant anger.
The red neck directly sued 22 communication companies at one time, and he decided to kick the buttocks of these big companies.
Then, as you can see, the Federal Communications Commission concluded the case with a decisive ruling in 1968.
AT&T does not have the right to prohibit the use of third-party devices on its network lines. Since then, more and more third-party device manufacturers have entered the telephone industry.
Therefore, it may not be illegal to make free calls. The key is how to operate.
Dean finally stopped feeling sorry for his six or seven hundred dollars at this moment. It turned out that the high lawyer's fees were indeed worth it at some point.
"If those phone card transactions become reasonable, then it is naturally reasonable to pay taxes for it." Wedner winked at Dean.
"What phone card? I sell loudspeakers that amplify the sound of the phone and receiver. Oh, if you're talking about the kind of small card that can make phone calls?
Please, it's just a gift with the equipment. They are worthless in themselves!" Dean looked at the stunned Wadner with a strange face and kindly corrected his mistake.
"Dean, you have the potential to become a billionaire!"
"I'll take it as a compliment to me." Dean got up and was ready to go back to carry out his plan.
"Before you leave, settle the legal consultation fee this time." Wadner skillfully dumped another bill.
"WTF? Didn't I just sign the division agreement?"
"That's the cost of another transaction. It's two different things." Wadner did not give in.
"F*ckyou! Wedner, you are more stingy than Grant!" Dean scolded and paid for the bill.