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Chapter 7 It is not evil that creates darkness, but light!
Chapter 7 It is not evil that creates darkness, but light!
"Wealth shines with golden light, attracting all those who are lost in the fog of poverty!"
"They may not get enough wealth to make them shine too, but it can change their lives somewhat."
This sentence was said by Lynch. In just a few days, the entire Sabine mastheads knew that there was someone who could quickly turn loose change into whole money, and it was still profitable.
A lot of change was rolling in Lynch's pockets into whole money, not only by the mastheads, but also by some newsstands and retail stores.
A [-]% profit does not require any effort or risk, and it may seem to many people that this profit is only a profit of [-] cents.
But when the principal is large enough, this will also become a considerable amount, 100 yuan, 1000 yuan, just give the money to Lynch, and then get back more money, it's that simple.
According to various bills of the Baylor Federation on wages and working hours, as well as the specific adjustments of regional bills, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker in Sabine City is about 300 to [-] yuan.
If the nature of the work is more dangerous, the wages may be higher, but such types of work are relatively small, and the wages are almost the same.
Ten dollars is already equal to a worker's day's work, but Lynch doesn't need to pay any labor, just give him the money, and then he can get the money.
Some people really don't like it, but more people like it.
A large amount of change began to gather, and appeared in an orderly manner in Mr. Fox's laundry.
Just a week later, when Lynch pushed a trolley into the laundry controlled by Mr. Fox, two guys in black wool trench coats, formal suits, small vests and white shirts appeared in front of him.
It also made him understand why Fox first said he didn't look like someone from the federal government, because he lacked the outfit that he could see through at a glance, and the look on these people's faces that everyone wanted everyone to know their specific identities arrogance.
"Lynch?"
The person blocking the trolley casually called out Lynch's name as usual, and then lifted the front of his trench coat to reveal the wallet hanging from his pocket.
Half of the wallet is in the upper pocket on the inside of the windbreaker, so it doesn't fall off at will, and the other half with the ID hangs outside. The same is true for those in the FBI, they will think it's cool to do this.
As for why there is such a stupid idea, it is probably because it has something to do with some of the more popular movies in the past two years.
It's really cool for actors to do that, but ordinary people will only make people feel stupid when they bring these things into reality.
"I'm an investigator of the Federal Tax Service, and I need your cooperation..." There was no room for negotiation, and the tone was not just tough, but also thorny.
Lynch asked with a smile, "Do I want to raise my hands?"
In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that he was going to deal with these people, and not just this time, he would deal with them all the time in the future, but he didn't expect that he would be targeted so soon.
This game is like this. The golden light of wealth will not only attract ordinary people who are eager to get a little benefit by bathing in the golden light, but also some picky "bad guys".
His words sounded like a mockery of the two investigators, who generally associate raising hands with firearms.
And obviously these two investigators are not qualified to wear weapons, the investigators are also the lowest-ranking employees in the system of the Bailer Federal Tax Office, far inferior to the "agents" and "agents" above, although many people Curious why the tax office needs "special agents".
The guy behind Lynch grabbed his wrist with one hand and his back collar with the other, pressed him against the wall, and gave him something to taste. Pedestrians on the street immediately gave a certain distance to avoid being involved in it. .
Some people left, while others stayed to watch the fun.
The investigator who had spoken to Lynch before disperse the crowd after showing his credentials again. He pushed Lynch's cart, and his companions took Lynch and his cart into the roadside alley.
A bit embarrassed, Lynch rubbed his cheekbones. When his face was pressed against the wall, it hit the wall. It hurt a little, and it should be a little bruised, but he didn't care much.
An investigator was rummaging through his cart, unpacking the cart's box, and taking out some old clothes and dropping them on the ground, as if rummaging for something.
Another asked, "You've been very close to Fox recently, and you're serving him?" He also pulled out a small notebook and a pen, as if ready to record something.
In fact, the Federal Revenue Service has been targeting people like Mr. Fox for a long time, but this "staring" does not mean that people like Mr. Fox must be brought to justice. Where there is light, there will always be darkness. This is not darkness. The characteristic is the characteristic of light.
Without Lynch, perhaps this strange but socially desirable balance could be maintained for a while, until a new local tax chief takes office, or the current one needs some merit, and then they're going to trouble Mr. Fox.
But the problem is that there is now one more Lynch, Mr. Fox, Lynch, and some of their strange actions are accelerating some things out of control.
Catching a tax evasion offender, and the amount involved is huge, is definitely a huge credit in the federal tax system, the kind that can get promotion opportunities.
But if Mr. Fox is allowed to get out of the quagmire..., no one will praise the incumbent head of the local tax bureau, but will only wonder if they have any behind-the-scenes deals.
Coupled with some possible personnel changes within Sabine's Federal Revenue Service, some people can't sit still.
As soon as these signs appeared, the local federal tax bureau immediately began to act. After they found out Lynch's identity and what he had done recently, they roughly figured out the problem between him and Mr. Fox.
In the eyes of these experienced detectives, Lynch is just a very lucky boy. He accidentally discovered a way to make money. If Lynch is used as a breakthrough, it is very likely that he will directly take down Mr. Fox. this gang.
But the first thing they have to do is to figure out what Mr. Fox and Lynch are doing, and whether it is what they think, so there is this "attack".
In the face of the vicious investigator Lynch, he always kept a smile. A smile can draw the distance between people and make people relax their vigilance, "Can I know your name?"
The investigator he was facing chuckled, and suddenly stepped forward and punched Lynch in the stomach. In an instant, his stomach turned upside down, and there was an urge to nausea.
"You don't need to know my name, you just need to answer the question, understand?" The investigator grabbed Lynch's hair and asked him to bend down and look up at himself, "I'm asking you again, you and What were Fox's deals and how did his money get into the bank..."
The muscles on Lynch's face trembled, he straightened up slowly, and the smile reappeared on his face. He gestured with his right hand like a pistol, pressed it against his chin, looked at the investigator and said, "You Do you have a gun, give me a bullet to taste..."
His words made the investigators not react for a short time, and immediately became embarrassed, but when he met Lynch's gaze, it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head, and the flames went out completely.
There was a kind of anticipation in his bright and clear eyes, and with the content of his tone and a little bit of madness, the investigator's heart shrank suddenly.
He can clearly feel that this person is crazy!
He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked away, but then turned back, stared at Lynch, pushed him away, and shouted fiercely, "Answer the question!"
In fact, he was already a little timid, but he used this method to cover up his timidity and at the same time keep a distance from Lynch. He didn't want to expose his true heart to an older kid who had just left school for a few years.
As if nothing had happened, Lynch raised his head slightly, facing the sky not wide above the alley, showing the brightest smile.
"May I know your name, sir?"
(End of this chapter)
"Wealth shines with golden light, attracting all those who are lost in the fog of poverty!"
"They may not get enough wealth to make them shine too, but it can change their lives somewhat."
This sentence was said by Lynch. In just a few days, the entire Sabine mastheads knew that there was someone who could quickly turn loose change into whole money, and it was still profitable.
A lot of change was rolling in Lynch's pockets into whole money, not only by the mastheads, but also by some newsstands and retail stores.
A [-]% profit does not require any effort or risk, and it may seem to many people that this profit is only a profit of [-] cents.
But when the principal is large enough, this will also become a considerable amount, 100 yuan, 1000 yuan, just give the money to Lynch, and then get back more money, it's that simple.
According to various bills of the Baylor Federation on wages and working hours, as well as the specific adjustments of regional bills, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker in Sabine City is about 300 to [-] yuan.
If the nature of the work is more dangerous, the wages may be higher, but such types of work are relatively small, and the wages are almost the same.
Ten dollars is already equal to a worker's day's work, but Lynch doesn't need to pay any labor, just give him the money, and then he can get the money.
Some people really don't like it, but more people like it.
A large amount of change began to gather, and appeared in an orderly manner in Mr. Fox's laundry.
Just a week later, when Lynch pushed a trolley into the laundry controlled by Mr. Fox, two guys in black wool trench coats, formal suits, small vests and white shirts appeared in front of him.
It also made him understand why Fox first said he didn't look like someone from the federal government, because he lacked the outfit that he could see through at a glance, and the look on these people's faces that everyone wanted everyone to know their specific identities arrogance.
"Lynch?"
The person blocking the trolley casually called out Lynch's name as usual, and then lifted the front of his trench coat to reveal the wallet hanging from his pocket.
Half of the wallet is in the upper pocket on the inside of the windbreaker, so it doesn't fall off at will, and the other half with the ID hangs outside. The same is true for those in the FBI, they will think it's cool to do this.
As for why there is such a stupid idea, it is probably because it has something to do with some of the more popular movies in the past two years.
It's really cool for actors to do that, but ordinary people will only make people feel stupid when they bring these things into reality.
"I'm an investigator of the Federal Tax Service, and I need your cooperation..." There was no room for negotiation, and the tone was not just tough, but also thorny.
Lynch asked with a smile, "Do I want to raise my hands?"
In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that he was going to deal with these people, and not just this time, he would deal with them all the time in the future, but he didn't expect that he would be targeted so soon.
This game is like this. The golden light of wealth will not only attract ordinary people who are eager to get a little benefit by bathing in the golden light, but also some picky "bad guys".
His words sounded like a mockery of the two investigators, who generally associate raising hands with firearms.
And obviously these two investigators are not qualified to wear weapons, the investigators are also the lowest-ranking employees in the system of the Bailer Federal Tax Office, far inferior to the "agents" and "agents" above, although many people Curious why the tax office needs "special agents".
The guy behind Lynch grabbed his wrist with one hand and his back collar with the other, pressed him against the wall, and gave him something to taste. Pedestrians on the street immediately gave a certain distance to avoid being involved in it. .
Some people left, while others stayed to watch the fun.
The investigator who had spoken to Lynch before disperse the crowd after showing his credentials again. He pushed Lynch's cart, and his companions took Lynch and his cart into the roadside alley.
A bit embarrassed, Lynch rubbed his cheekbones. When his face was pressed against the wall, it hit the wall. It hurt a little, and it should be a little bruised, but he didn't care much.
An investigator was rummaging through his cart, unpacking the cart's box, and taking out some old clothes and dropping them on the ground, as if rummaging for something.
Another asked, "You've been very close to Fox recently, and you're serving him?" He also pulled out a small notebook and a pen, as if ready to record something.
In fact, the Federal Revenue Service has been targeting people like Mr. Fox for a long time, but this "staring" does not mean that people like Mr. Fox must be brought to justice. Where there is light, there will always be darkness. This is not darkness. The characteristic is the characteristic of light.
Without Lynch, perhaps this strange but socially desirable balance could be maintained for a while, until a new local tax chief takes office, or the current one needs some merit, and then they're going to trouble Mr. Fox.
But the problem is that there is now one more Lynch, Mr. Fox, Lynch, and some of their strange actions are accelerating some things out of control.
Catching a tax evasion offender, and the amount involved is huge, is definitely a huge credit in the federal tax system, the kind that can get promotion opportunities.
But if Mr. Fox is allowed to get out of the quagmire..., no one will praise the incumbent head of the local tax bureau, but will only wonder if they have any behind-the-scenes deals.
Coupled with some possible personnel changes within Sabine's Federal Revenue Service, some people can't sit still.
As soon as these signs appeared, the local federal tax bureau immediately began to act. After they found out Lynch's identity and what he had done recently, they roughly figured out the problem between him and Mr. Fox.
In the eyes of these experienced detectives, Lynch is just a very lucky boy. He accidentally discovered a way to make money. If Lynch is used as a breakthrough, it is very likely that he will directly take down Mr. Fox. this gang.
But the first thing they have to do is to figure out what Mr. Fox and Lynch are doing, and whether it is what they think, so there is this "attack".
In the face of the vicious investigator Lynch, he always kept a smile. A smile can draw the distance between people and make people relax their vigilance, "Can I know your name?"
The investigator he was facing chuckled, and suddenly stepped forward and punched Lynch in the stomach. In an instant, his stomach turned upside down, and there was an urge to nausea.
"You don't need to know my name, you just need to answer the question, understand?" The investigator grabbed Lynch's hair and asked him to bend down and look up at himself, "I'm asking you again, you and What were Fox's deals and how did his money get into the bank..."
The muscles on Lynch's face trembled, he straightened up slowly, and the smile reappeared on his face. He gestured with his right hand like a pistol, pressed it against his chin, looked at the investigator and said, "You Do you have a gun, give me a bullet to taste..."
His words made the investigators not react for a short time, and immediately became embarrassed, but when he met Lynch's gaze, it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head, and the flames went out completely.
There was a kind of anticipation in his bright and clear eyes, and with the content of his tone and a little bit of madness, the investigator's heart shrank suddenly.
He can clearly feel that this person is crazy!
He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked away, but then turned back, stared at Lynch, pushed him away, and shouted fiercely, "Answer the question!"
In fact, he was already a little timid, but he used this method to cover up his timidity and at the same time keep a distance from Lynch. He didn't want to expose his true heart to an older kid who had just left school for a few years.
As if nothing had happened, Lynch raised his head slightly, facing the sky not wide above the alley, showing the brightest smile.
"May I know your name, sir?"
(End of this chapter)
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