blackstone code

Chapter 654 Thank You Letter

In the morning, Johnson came to the state tax office. According to the unwritten rules, consulting researcher is regarded as a "bullish" way to retire, at least much better than warehouse administrators or archivists.

And consulting researchers can ask anything, as long as they don't get involved in the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or archive warehouse to retrieve some evidence materials and so on.

He stopped the car and went to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director had gone to study, and no one knew when he would come back after studying.

As the former director of the local tax bureau, Johnson knew very well that the trick here was nothing more than picking himself out, so that no one would be offended and at the same time things could be done.

Although the method is good, not everyone can use it, only those who really hold power.

He sighed a little, came to the assistant director's office, knocked on the door, and walked in.

The assistant director was dealing with official duties, he just looked up at Johnson who was standing by the door, and then began to look down at the things on his desk, without stopping the pen in his hand, showing no respect for Johnson at all.

Of course, there is no need for respect, just a consultant researcher.

"Is something wrong, John?"

John is the abbreviation of Johnson. Federal people like to do this kind of thing. Simplifying other people's names seems to be a very fashionable thing, and it seems to be able to draw in each other's relationship. However, in the workplace, this is more often expressed as a kind of Condescending arrogance and contempt.

If the power in Johnson's hands is higher than that of the assistant director at this time, he will never simplify Johnson's name to "John" presumptuously, just like Mr. Johnson has been simplified to Johnson.

The expression on Johnson's face didn't change much, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, "I heard from my colleagues that a guy named Fox was caught?"

The assistant director's hand stopped, and he looked up at Johnson with some doubts, "Yes, what's the problem?"

Johnson nodded again and again, "That's right. I used to be the director of the local tax bureau in Sabine City, and I have dealt with this guy. I don't know if there is anything I can help..."

The assistant director put down the pen in his hand, and put his hands on the table with his fingers clasped together. He frowned and thought.

Qingpilian had measures taken last night, but the old guy had a hard mouth, didn't say anything, didn't even cry out in pain.

Everyone has been in this business for a long time, and they have met thousands of people, who will confess, who can bite the bullet, after the last measure, everyone has basically figured it out.

For a person like Old Fox, it's not that the execution will solve the problem. On the contrary, the punishment may cause him to scramble and bite, or simply commit suicide. This kind of thing has not happened before.

And this is precisely the reason why Qingpilian headed to Curiland City immediately after completing the measures. He knew that it was of no value to continue tormenting Old Fox, and had to intervene from other aspects.

What follows is a psychological battle, not hurt and pain.

At this time, when everyone has no good solution, Johnson seems to be an attempt to stand up.

After thinking about the relationship, the assistant director asked, "Do you know this...Fox?"

Johnson shook his head. "I've heard of him. I also arranged for daily investigation work at the time. I haven't met him, but he must know me."

The assistant chief frowned for a while, then nodded slowly, "Try to find a way to talk to him, do you know what I mean?"

"I understand, Chief."

Johnson's heart fluctuated violently when he called the "director" of the bureau, because he was the bureau chief before, and that's what others called him.

But when others called him, he was not as cautious or even humble.

As soon as the assistant director waved his hand, Johnson left the room, not forgetting to close the door carefully and gently, so as not to let the sound of the door closing interrupt the assistant director's train of thought.

He stood outside the door for about ten seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile, and walked towards the interrogation room.

Thanks to his colleagues for opening the door for him, he entered the interrogation room.

Old Mr. Fox was sleeping, and he slept on the table. There was no bed here, and the ground was too cold. Even though it was summer, it was still too cold for an elderly man like him.

Sleeping on his stomach was not comfortable, but it was all he could do, the pain and hunger made him fall asleep quickly, until this moment.

The sound of the door opening disturbed him, and he slowly sat up straight, getting up too quickly was prone to sprain, and after he sat up completely, he turned and looked at Johnson standing at the door.

The two are very familiar with each other. One is a suspect who often appears in the dossier photos, and the other is the former director of the Sabine City Taxation Bureau who often appears on TV. This relationship makes them have a relationship even though they have never met A sense of unfamiliar familiarity.

"Director Johnson..." There was a heart-wrenching smile on Old Fox's bruised face. His demeanor was convincing even to Johnson. At this time, he could not feel the feeling of being trapped at all from him. Hesitant and helpless, there is only one kind of calmness and freedom.

Old Mr. Fox patted the clothes on his body, and said at the same time, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting you see how embarrassed I am." He pointed to his thigh, "They kicked me, and I've been kicked until now. I can't even stand up, and I can't greet you, so... I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked to his side and put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Looking at the old Mr. Fox, he knew that he had a bad time last night.

"I didn't expect them to find you. It's surprising." The old Mr. Fox didn't expect that today, the other party would find out the former Commissioner Johnson. He could feel that the people from the State Taxation Bureau It's pressing hard.

Chief Johnson took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to old Mr. Fox, and helped him light it.

He waved the match in his hand, and let the wind extinguish the flame, "Someone asked me to tell you a word, he will remember your friendship, and wish the friendship between you long live."

After the old Mr. Fox finished listening, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Really..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Johnson, "If you can still see him, tell him for me, this is what I should do. Got it."

Johnson nodded, he hesitated a bit, but finally asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

Old Mr. Fox took away the cigarette dangling from his mouth, "If only you could get them to get me something to eat, they've been starving me all day, and my stomach hurts badly, preferably a little indigestible s things."

"You may not know, I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes in my stomach in the middle of the night." Old Mr. Fox couldn't help laughing, "I always hear people say these things, but I didn't expect people to I was so hungry that I felt like I could eat anything I saw.”

"If someone asks me how I came here..."

Before he could finish speaking, old Mr. Fox pointed the tabletop with his index and middle fingers holding a cigarette, but the rubber tabletop made no sound, "I know how to say it."

There is no audio and video equipment in this room, it is specially used for measures, which can also be called torture.

No one would do this. Once some of the content leaked out, it would definitely be a huge scandal. Moreover, according to the Federal Charter and judicial interpretations, any testimony produced during the torture process and the chain of evidence produced by the testimony have no legal effect.

At the same time, torture will also mean that there may be more cases involving torture, and the whole system will cause big troubles because of these things.

Only after the measures are completed, the old Mr. Fox will be transferred to another interrogation room, a room with audio and video recordings. They will not beat him, and they will give him food and drink on time, and treat him like a taxpayer.

Johnson stayed for a while, and the two chatted about some recent news from York State. About 5 minutes later, Johnson left the room.

He stayed at the door for a while and told the supervisor to send some food to Mr. Fox.

……

It wasn't until the afternoon that Johnson returned home from the state tax office. What surprised him was that Lynch wasn't waiting for him here.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, the phone rang suddenly, and it was Lynch calling.

"The director went to the General Administration to participate in the director training. I don't know when he will come back. Now the assistant director is in charge of this case."

"In addition, I also met Mr. Fox and told him what you said, and he asked me to tell you that he deserved it..."

After saying this, he remained silent. About a few seconds later, Lynch's gentle voice came from the receiver, "Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson. It's getting late, so I won't disturb you."

Early the next morning, when Johnson, who had returned to his ordinary life, checked the mailbox as usual, he found a white leather letter inside, which was not signed, had no postmark, and was very thin.

His heart suddenly started beating violently, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for an instant.

He licked his lips, put the letter into the pocket of his pajamas, and quickly returned to the study.

Sitting on the chair behind the window, with his back facing the sun, he gently opened the envelope, revealing the contents inside.

A small piece of paper with the words "Jinhui Bank Cash Check" written on it...

There were no other words on the envelope or the small piece of paper inside to explain its meaning, but Johnson just knew that this was a thank-you letter from Lynch, thanking him for the insignificant things he did yesterday...

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①, using two attitudes before and after to reflect the attitude of the assistant director, reflecting the coldness and reality of society from the side, which is deeply ironic.

(End of this chapter)