Blackstone Code Chapter 7: It is not evil that makes 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, 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 loose change was rolling in Lynch's pockets into whole money, not only by the mastheads, but also by some newsstands and retail stores.

3% of the profit does not require any effort and no risk. Maybe this profit is only a profit of 3 cents in the eyes of many people.

But when the principal is large enough, it will also become a considerable amount, a hundred dollars, a thousand dollars, just give the money to Lynch, and then get back more money, that's it Simple.

According to various federal bills on salary and working hours in Bayler, as well as specific adjustments to regional bills, an average worker in Sabine City earns about 200 to 300 yuan per month.

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 Mr. Fox's laundry in an orderly manner.

Just one day later, when Lynch pushed a cart into the laundry controlled by Mr. Fox, two guys in black wool trench coats, formal suits, pony clips and white shirts appeared in front of him.

It also made him understand why Fox first said he didn't look like a federal government person, because he lacked the clothes that he could see through at a glance, and the look on these people's faces that everyone wanted to know. The arrogance of their specific identities.

"Lynch?"

The person blocking the trolley casually called out Lynch's name as usual, then lifted the placket of his windbreaker to reveal the wallet hanging from his pocket inside.

Half of the wallet is in the top 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 the actors to do that, but ordinary people will only feel stupid when they bring these things into reality.

"I'm an investigator of the Federal Tax Service, I need your cooperation..." There is no room for negotiation, and the tone is 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 is how this game is. The golden light of wealth will not only attract ordinary people who are eager to bathe in the golden light to get a little benefit, but also some picky "bad guys".

He sounded like he was making fun of the two investigators, who generally associate hands up with firearms.

And it is obvious that these two investigators are not qualified to wear weapons. In the system of the Bailer Federal Tax Office, the investigators are also the lowest-level employees, far inferior to the above "agents" and "agents", Although many people are curious why the tax office needs "special agents".

The guy behind Lynch grabbed his wrist with one hand, grabbed 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 caught. get involved.

Some people left, while others stayed to watch the fun.

The investigator who had spoken to Lynch earlier disperse the crowd after showing his credentials again. He pushed Lynch's trolley and led Lynch and his trolley into the roadside alley with his companions.

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.

An investigator is rummaging through his cart, unpacking the cart's box, and taking out some old clothes and throwing them on the ground, as if rummaging for something.

Another person asked, "You and Fox have been very close recently, and you are serving him?" He also took out a small notebook and a pen, as if ready to record something at any time.

In fact, the IRS 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. Not a characteristic of darkness, but a 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, then they'll turn to Mr. Fox trouble.

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 criminal with a huge amount of money involved 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 commissioner of local taxation, but will only wonder if they have some kind of behind-the-scenes deal.

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 cooperate with him and directly take it. Get off Mr. Fox's gang.

But the first thing they had to do was figure out if Mr. Fox and Lynch were doing exactly what they thought they were doing, hence the "attack".

In the face of the vicious investigator Lynch, he always kept a smile. A smile can draw the distance between people and let people relax their vigilance, "Can I know your name?"

The investigator he was facing let out a laugh~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly stepped forward and punched Lynch in the stomach, which instantly made his stomach turn 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 made him bend over and look up at himself, "I'm asking you again. , what's your deal with Fox, how did his money get into the bank..."

The muscles on Lynch's face trembled, and he slowly straightened up. 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 , "Do you have a gun, give me a bullet to taste..."

His words made the investigators unable to respond for a short time, followed by embarrassment, 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, which matched the content of his tone and a tinge of madness that made the investigator's heart contract violently.

He could 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!" /

He was actually 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. body.

Lynch, as if nothing had happened, raised his head slightly, facing the sky not wide above the alley, with the brightest smile.

"May I know your name, sir?"