blackstone code

Chapter 650 Important witnesses

"I may have to rest for a while, the little guys here will ask you to take care of them..."

The old Mr. Fox, who was wearing waterproof overalls, looked at the horse's head protruding from the stable, and patted its cheek with his hand, feeling a little emotional.

He said goodbye to the horses here one by one, and then went to see his cattle, and then arranged for the employees their work for the next period of time.

The main thing is to take care of these animals.

Old Mr. Fox used to be a farmer, and he changed a little later, but in any case, he has a love for the life of a farmer in his veins.

People are like this. Doing anything when you are poor will be considered to obliterate your own nature, it is disgusting oppression, and it is a manifestation of social injustice.

Look at those rich people, they are sitting around high-end furniture, well-dressed, drinking coffee that poor people can't afford, and talking about things that may be high-pressure but must be boring.

They don't have to do anything to enjoy money and all the happiness that money brings, and what can those poor people do?
They can only touch horse shit, cow shit and dog shit!
But when people have money, the job they thought was the most persecution to them before will become a kind of feeling, a yearning, and an attitude!

Old Mr. Fox came to the city because he didn't want to be a farmer and spend his whole life among all kinds of animals and dung.

But now that he has money, he feels that the life of a farmer is more suitable for him.

After temporarily retiring from Fox Films, he takes care of these animals on his farm every day. If not everyone on the farm knows that he is a rich man, many people may not believe that he is a really rich man .

This is life. In the eyes of the rich, life is enjoyment, but in the eyes of the poor, life is suffering.

because of money.

After arranging all the work, he returned to the grooming area, took off the waterproof overalls, sprayed a circle of disinfectant, and then walked out of the breeding area.

On the farm road outside the breeding area, there were a total of three cars with the badge and abbreviation of the Federal Tax Service parked in front and behind, as well as some staff members who looked like secret agents.

The arrival of this day is not an accident. For most people who have found their way, no one knows which will come first, the accident or the government.

It was actually better for the tax office to come to him first than some so-and-so he had forgotten came to him with a gun.

The old Mr. Fox didn't panic at all, he stretched out his hands calmly, looked at an agent standing by the door, "Do you want to wear handcuffs?"

The agent shook his head, "This is just to assist in the investigation, Mr. Fox, you don't need to be restricted, get in the car!"

The old Mr. Fox entered the carriage with a smile. He clearly felt the changes brought about by money, social influence and status.

If it was before, there is a high probability that he will be pressed to the ground by three people, and one of them may compress his trachea or chest cavity to reduce the air he inhales when breathing, and reduce the amount of oxygen so that the body cannot provide explosive strength. Resist arrest.

But now, there is no need to wear handcuffs.

The car left soon, and there was not much change in the farm. Although the old Mr. Fox went in, little Fox was still there. No one would think that this would become an inducement to shake the "Fox family business".

"Some of you just said 'assist in the investigation'?" The old Mr. Fox sitting in the car asked curiously, and incidentally made a joke, "Aid you to investigate me?"

These people suddenly came to his farm and told him that he needed to take a trip with these people. Of course, this was after verifying the identities of these people. At this time, he was a little confused. other things.

He needs to know something in advance so that he can be prepared.

But there was no one in the car to answer him, the atmosphere in the car was very dull, and then the old Mr. Fox found another problem, the road they took was not going to the city.

He has walked the road from the farm to Sabine City many times, not to mention the exaggerated statement that he can finish the walk with his eyes closed, at least he will not admit his mistake.

But this is not the case now. The car should not have turned at a fork in the road just now. The road after the turn leads to the interstate highway, and that road does not lead to Sabine City.

Seeing this scene, he didn't panic. Years of walking in the gray area gave him more experience than ordinary people. He looked at the two agents beside him, the sense of superiority and stench exuding from them If it cannot be faked, then where is the problem?

He decided to try it out, "Hey, I said, this is not the way to Sabine City."

Still no one answered. This result also made the old Mr. Fox less calm than before. These people are from the State Taxation Bureau.

Federal taxation is roughly divided into three levels. The first is called federal tax, the second is called state tax, and the third is called local tax. The way of tax collection is so complicated that most ordinary people can't figure it out for a lifetime.

That's why the accounting industry is so popular in the federation.

It's ridiculous to say that more than half of the federal population doesn't know how to declare their income correctly. This sounds interesting, and it also proves how confusing and complicated the federal tax system is.

If it is not necessary, it is generally not easy to get in touch with the state-level tax authorities of the Baylor Federation.

If you do, it means that what's going on is not so easy to fix, because at the level of the state tax bureau, their power has surpassed people's concept of "civilian".

To put it simply, the local taxation bureau is probably equivalent to the young people who stand at the front of the crowd when a conflict breaks out. They will flaunt their arms and shout towards the other side.

It seems that they are at the forefront of the crowd, but in fact their use of force in the law enforcement process is limited.

The state tax bureau was different. They were the real core of the battle, like those who stood in the middle of the crowd with iron bars and machetes in their hands.

Once a conflict breaks out, these vicious people can directly attack the battlefield and deal the most severe blow to the opponent!
Their power to use force is much higher than that of the local tax bureau, and it also has more power when it comes to tax crime investigations.

Further up is the Federal Taxation Center and the Federal Taxation Bureau. The former has five taxation centers in Baylor Federation, five in the southeast, northwest, and five. They are the most terrifying force. If necessary, they can directly launch a small-scale war. "Military action" to ensure the smooth collection of taxes.

And the Federal Tax Service, also known as the Federal Tax Administration, if it were not for the constraints of federal laws and the Constitution, they might be able to replace the powers of the judiciary to a certain extent, and they are also known as "the most disturbing agency."

The person who came to arrest Mr. Fox this time was from the State Taxation Bureau. It seems that they have officially launched the tax investigation mechanism, which also made Mr. Fox lose the motivation to continue talking and began to close his eyes and rest.

He knew very well that when they got to the place, these people would not chat with him just because he was older, and if they couldn't get what they wanted, they would definitely use torture.

Only by storing your physical strength now can you last longer.

The convoy did not stop all the way, and drove directly back to the office of the York State Taxation Bureau.

From the outside of the State Taxation Bureau, it is not special, it looks like a "冂" character structure, with a gate in front, facing the main road of the city, and a gray and white office building in the back, the highest place is only five floors .

In the middle is the parking lot, and on both sides are some bungalows, which look ordinary and unsurprising, but many people's futures have been ruined here.

While parking, the old Mr. Fox also saw two armored vehicles with the name "York State Taxation Bureau" printed on them. The machine guns on the armored vehicles seemed to tell everyone who was looking here that this was not an ordinary place.

After half a day and one night's journey without any rest time, the old Mr. Fox, who had just got off the bus, was "invited" by these people to a place that should be an interrogation room.

There were no windows in the entire room, only an iron door, with a table and two chairs inside. These things were covered with a layer of rubber and fixed to the ground.

He came in first, and after sitting and waiting for a while, a middle-aged man in clothes and leather shoes walked in.

The guy had a livid face—a word for someone with a particularly bushy beard, whose entire chin would turn a livid black if they shaved off all of their beard.

"Mr. Fox..." He walked to the opposite of the old Mr. Fox, looked down at the file in his hand, and seemed to be looking for the name of the old Mr. Fox.

He actually knew who Fox was, but he did it anyway, just to show a condescending attitude, an aura.

Old Mr. Fox nodded, "Yes, it's me."

The guy across the way grinned, "Very well, Mr. Fox, do you know why we're meeting here?"

Old Mr. Fox shook his head, "I don't know."

"No, you know!" Qingpilian shook his head slightly, as if shaking his head, while still looking up and down at Old Fox.

"Look, you're not young, and it looks like you're doing well now. You shouldn't have suffered much, right?"

"We don't need to lie to each other here. We brought you here because we must have obtained some evidence from you. You don't need to be lucky and think that you can escape our investigation."

"Before everything is irreversible, if you tell what you did, we will all keep our decency, and you will have a good ending, what do you think?"

The old Mr. Fox sitting opposite him was also shaking his head, "I really don't know what you're talking about, I haven't lost a penny of the tax I should have paid."

Qingpilian pulled out a few documents from the file, put them on the table and pushed them over, "Look at these things, are you familiar with them?"

(End of this chapter)