American Tax Officer

"You needn't thank me, protecting you and your family's safety is also part of my responsibility as a member of our alliance."

After saying this, David turned to the crowd and said, "Alright, now that Mr. Musk has joined us, what are your opinions or plans regarding tomorrow's matters?"

"I think Mr. Musk's participation might just tip the scales in our favor. We should definitely capitalize on his widespread capital influence!"

Goda was the first to stand up and speak.

"Yes, Mr. Goda makes a good point!"

"I agree too!"

"Agreed, we should indeed make good use of this aspect, it might achieve unexpected results!"

The rest of the crowd expressed their agreement.

In terms of strength and heritage, even though Mr. Musk is the newly crowned world's richest man, he's nowhere near the level of these old family dynasties.

But Mr. Musk has something these big families do not—global influence and his personal charisma.

So if Mr. Musk were to join this rescue operation, international capital would undoubtedly take notice.

If we could also entice international capital to get involved, then The Big Three Groups would be in for a rough time!

David nodded, everyone seemed to be on the same wavelength as him, then he turned to Musk and asked, "Mr. Musk, what do you think?"

"Mr. Goda and others give me too much credit, I am just a businessman, without such substantial influence, but now that I've joined, I will certainly do my best!"

Musk was well aware of how his involvement could change the situation, but in front of these old family dynasties, he didn't dare to boast too much.

"Very well, let's settle on that and see what happens tomorrow..."

...

After the meeting ended.

On the way back, David made a phone call to Payden's Chief of Staff Wylder.

"Chief of Staff Wylder, there's something I need you to talk to the President about, and it goes like this…"

Following that, he made another call to the chairman of the committee controlling NASA's budget...

"..."

Late at night, in Washington D.C., McLean Villa District.

"How did your talk with Trump go, Elon?"

Seeing Musk return, his girlfriend Grimes asked.

"Haha Grimes, I tell you, my dream, it's come back..."

Musk excitedly twirled Grimes around, like a child.

"Wait, Elon, what's going on?"

Musk's dream was something Grimes was aware of, but hadn't it been stagnant for many years under Freemasonry's interference?

How could a single meeting with Trump suddenly revive it?

Not to mention, Trump isn't even the President now, and even if he were, this would likely be very difficult to achieve!

"Haha Grimes, guess who else I met besides Trump?"

"Who?"

Grimes was even more confused.

"I also took a trip to New York and met with David from the Internal Revenue Service!"

"David from the Internal Revenue Service!"

Grimes was stunned.

But quickly enough, she understood why Musk was so excited and why he said his dream had come back!

Indeed, in all of America, who else but the sensational David would dare disrupt the Freemasonry Group's plans and have the capability to help Musk realize his dream!

"Fantastic, Elon, I'm so happy for you!"

As Musk's girlfriend, Grimes genuinely felt happy for him.

While they were still talking, Musk's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, may I ask who this is…?"

"Mr. Musk, this is Congressman Alvin."

"Congressman Alvin, good day!"

The moment he heard the name 'Alvin,' Musk was momentarily stunned, then excitement followed quickly.

David had already said he would take care of that plan for him.

And just as he returned here, the chairman of the committee in charge of NASA's financial budget had called him – could it be…

Before Musk could think further,

The voice of Calva sounded on the phone again: "Mr. Musk, I already know about the BFR project, I've spoken with the Director of NASA, and he's very willing to work with you again. As for other aspects, I don't think there should be any problem, you could send someone to NASA headquarters tomorrow or whenever convenient to discuss the details, and that would be OK!"

"Oh my God, this… this…"

Throughout the interrupted days and nights of the plan, Musk had fantasized countless times about restarting the project, but he hadn't anticipated it being realized so easily now, leaving him ecstatic and somewhat incoherent.

"Elon, stop hesitating, just agree to it."

Prompted by Grimes' reminder, Musk steadied his nerves and replied, "Certainly, Mr. Chairman, I will send someone to connect with NASA immediately tomorrow!"

The next morning, at 9 o'clock.

As Musk directed his subordinates to NASA, he also instructed his secretary to organize a press conference.

Since Musk was the newly crowned richest man in the world and possessed immense personal charisma, within just half an hour, a host of media had gathered at his company headquarters in downtown called Boring Company.

With great anticipation, Musk came to the forefront and said, "I'm really sorry to have disturbed you—friends from the media—this early in the morning..."

"Mr. Musk, there's no need for apologies, we live to cover news like this, and we're thrilled that you notified us to come for the interview..."

For media personnel, they would love to interview Musk every day, where could there be any disturbance.

"Since that's the case, let's not waste words!"

"The purpose of today's press conference is actually about the recent tax evasion bill that many people have been concerned about. Since the President signed it into effect yesterday, the stock market has been in a major turmoil!"

"Our economy in America has been quite sluggish in recent years, and with such significant fluctuations in the stock market, countless investors have lost their hard-earned money. To mitigate the economic losses of our citizens, I am officially announcing today that we will enter the market with my partners, to bring new vitality to the market!"

The moment Musk said this, the room erupted.

"Oh my God, Mr. Musk, are you serious?"

"Mr. Musk, have you communicated with the stock exchange, the SEC, the Treasury Department, or the Federal Reserve about this market intervention, or is this a personal endeavor?

"Mr. Musk, if you haven't consulted the SEC and the Federal Reserve, announcing your intervention in the market might be a bit inappropriate, right?"

Throughout history, whenever a nation's stock market experienced turmoil, it would usually be the nation's Treasury or central bank that planned the market rescue.

But now there was no announcement from America's Treasury Department, and as for the Federal Reserve, those in the know were aware that the market turmoil was incited by them, and they certainly wouldn't be involved in rescuing the market at this point.

So, Musk publicly announcing a market rescue here was quite like slapping those institutions in the face.

"Everyone, please don't rush; I will answer all your questions. First, the market rescue is my personal action, and has nothing to do with the Treasury Department or the Federal Reserve!"

"Secondly, as an entrepreneur and businessman who earns money from our nation's people, I need to be responsible for the economic welfare of our citizens. Announcing a market rescue, although it might upset some organizations, is a duty I must fulfill!"

Some organizations?

What are those organizations?

None other than the Federal Reserve!

You could practically read their identity card aloud!

Of course, Musk's speech at this moment was also a satire on the Federal Reserve's behind-the-scenes trouble-making and their disregard for people's wealth!