blackstone code

Chapter 8 We Have Our Rules
"There is nothing here..."

Another investigator, unaware of what happened here, threw out the tattered clothes in two boxes, including the wooden box that held them, and was also broken into several pieces.

There are no coins or change here, let alone the hundreds or thousands of change in the newspaper, not even a single coin.

The first reaction of the investigators who were in the delicate confrontation after hearing this was that it was impossible. They had already investigated and it was almost clear that this kid named Lynch had been exchanging change on a large scale in unimaginable ways.

Before Lynch appeared, no one would exchange change at such a loss. He set a precedent. The backside of his almost endless exchange of change was considered by the investigators of the Sabine City Tax Bureau to be used by Fox.

During this period of time, Lynch only had contact with Fox, and had no contact with other people. In addition, in the past few days, the tax return of the laundry under Fox's name has increased significantly. The Sabine Tax Office believes that Lynch is a "Mr. Key".

In fact, someone has been staring at him since the day before yesterday. According to his behavior, he should now send the collected coins to the laundromat. On the surface, he is going to wash clothes, but he is actually committing illegal activities. trade.

Then he will continue to start changing the change until the next time he has collected a certain amount.

Just grab the change in his hand, mark it, and let Lynch take the coins to the laundry, and the chain of evidence is complete.

Once Fox starts filing his tax returns, he will immediately arrange for a commissioner to come over and check the information he has submitted, and then arrest a scene and send him to jail.

Everything was well calculated, but something went wrong here. Apart from a pile of old clothes, there was not even a single coin on the car. Where did the money go?
In a short period of three, four, five, six, seven or eight seconds, the investigator's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he looked back at Lynch and pointed at him, "Be careful..."

As he said that, he slapped the front of the windbreaker, and quickly left with another investigator. They were going to another scene.

Their rich work experience prevented them from placing their hopes on this group of people. Another group of people raided Lynch's current temporary residence. If there is no money here, then the money must be in his room.

It's just that the investigator always felt that things would not be so simple, this young man Lynch... He was a little bit incomprehensible, and he didn't look like a young man who had just walked out of the ivory tower and was still in awe of the world.

Lynch watched the two investigators leave the alley. He spat, bent over to pick up all the clothes on the ground, and then pushed the cart out of the alley.

The sun shone on his face, and he couldn't see the way he was humiliated and punched just now, as if nothing had happened, and his smile had not changed.

A few minutes later, he came to the laundromat and went directly into the storage room behind the laundromat, and after two young men greeted him, took tools and began to dismantle the trolley.

The trolley is not small, and the main structure is made of strong steel pipes, lined with steel wires, which can be seen through at a glance, so the investigator did not check the trolley carefully.

The manager of the laundry on the side handed over a cigarette, lit Lynch on fire, and apologized, "I'm very sorry, I already know what happened just now, but we didn't help you..."

Lynch's gaze passed over the shoulder of the store manager. He watched as the two workers laboriously lifted the steel pipe of the dismantled trolley and began to tilt it towards a basket.

With the crashing sound of metal, coins of various colors poured out of the steel pipe like tap water.

Lynch withdrew his gaze and landed on the store manager. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I always have to deal with them. That's why I refused. I don't like trouble."

During this period, Mr. Fox expressed his desire to recruit Lynch more than once, and he was willing to offer Lynch a super high salary of 3000 yuan a month.

In this society where the per capita monthly income is only two or three hundred, ten times the average monthly salary is enough to make many people tempted, but Lynch did not.

He knows that people like Fox who are walking on a gray track will have a hard time getting rid of the surveillance of some people. Once he agrees, he will also be one of them. No matter what he does in the future, there will be people watching him. .

If he doesn't join, that's another matter. His youth, his "shallowness", won't let people notice him too much.

By the time people started paying attention to him, he was almost done with his initial primitive accumulation.

Besides, he doesn't like a guy who lends money to poor people in a small city.

The store manager smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, Lynch asked again, "Who is that guy who hit me?"

He lowered his head, smoked a cigarette, and looked down. His hair and smoke covered his eyes, and the store manager could not observe his true emotions through Lynch's eyes.

"Michael, the head of the IRS investigation team in Sabine, he's a very troublesome person, and you'd better not think about those inappropriate ideas."

The store manager kindly reminded that the federal tax system itself is a system of its own. They not only have investigators, detectives, special agents, and even their own militarized troops.

It sounds ridiculous and absurd, but this is the truth. A formal, complete, and most formalized professional military training unit is used to target certain special armed resistance phenomena.

So most people will tell those newbies that you can do most of the things you want, but before the [-]th of every month, you must go to the local tax office to file a tax return, otherwise...

As the leader of the investigation team of the Federal Taxation Bureau of Sabine, Michael's status and status are not the highest, but he can be regarded as a middle-level person.

Such people, even Fox, are unwilling to offend each other for no reason. For these tax inspectors, everyone has flaws.

Because a person can't remember the exact ratio of each income and tax, just one decimal point or one after the decimal point is wrong and they can send you to jail.

Lynch nodded, holding the cigarette butt with both hands and taking a deep breath, "I know, the next time I see him, I will take the initiative to move away..."

The store manager patted Lynch on the shoulder and didn't say more on this topic, "How much is this time?"

"Not counting fractions, four thousand five hundred yuan!"

The store manager was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then laughed. He took out a few rolls of banknotes tied with rubber bands from his pocket.

They are all five and ten yuan denominations, and these banknotes are also very old and easy to spend.

For society as a whole, these five-dollar, ten-dollar bills are like these coins in the laundry, and no one can be prepared to say what happened to each coin to appear here.

The tax office can only make the money clean according to the amount declared by the laundromat, and it is deposited in the bank in their witness.

Lynch rolled up the money and stuffed it back into the trolley. He waited a while, took all his dirty clothes with him after washing the dishes, and pushed the trolley away.

At the same time, on the other side, a group of people had just raided Lynch's temporary residence, not only did not find a single copper plate, but not even a single valuable thing.

"Damn it!"

They didn't get any valid evidence, and they alerted Lynch and Fox, which would bring them more trouble, and the investigation might be terminated as a result.

(End of this chapter)