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 used to hold them, and split them into pieces .
There are no coins or change here, not to mention the hundreds of 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 almost clearly. This kid named Lynch has 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 "Mr. Key".
In fact, someone has been watching him since the day before yesterday. According to his behavior, he should now send the collected coins to the laundry, apparently to wash clothes, but in fact Illegal transactions are being conducted.
He will then continue to start changing the change until the next time he gets a certain amount.
As long as you grab the change in his hand, mark it, and let Lynch take the coins to the laundry, the entire 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. Except for a pile of old clothes, there was not even a single coin on the car. Where did the money go?
In the short three-four-five-six-seven-eight-second period, the investigator's eyes flashed for a while, and then he looked back at Lynch and pointed at him, "Be careful..."
As he spoke, he slapped the front of his windbreaker, and quickly left here with another investigator. They were going to another scene.
The rich work experience made them not put their hopes on this group of people only. 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 investigators always felt that things wouldn't be so simple. This young man Lynch... He was a little bit incomprehensible. 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 spit, 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 at the back of the laundromat. Then two young men greeted him and started to dismantle the trolley with tools.
The trolley is not small, and the main structure is made of strong steel pipes. The inner lining is made of steel wire, which can be seen through at a glance, so the investigator did not check the trolley carefully.
The manager of the laundromat 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 pierced over the shoulder of the store manager. He watched as two workers laboriously lifted the dismantled steel pipe of the trolley and began to tilt it towards a basket.
With the sound of metal crashing, coins of various colors poured out of the steel pipe like tap water.
Lynch retracted his gaze and landed on the store manager, who shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's okay, I always have to deal with them, that's why I refuse, I don't like trouble. "
Mr. Fox expressed his intention to recruit Lynch more than once during this period, and he was willing to offer Lynch a super high salary of 3,000 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 does not.
He knows that a person like Fox who walks on a gray track will have a hard time getting rid of someone's surveillance. Once he agrees, he will be one of them. No matter what he does in the future, there will be someone stare at him.
If he doesn't join, that's another story. 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, smoking a cigarette, looking down, hair and smoke covering his eyes, the manager could not observe his true emotions through Lynch's eyes.
"Michael, the head of the investigation team of the Federal Tax Office in Sabine, he is a very troublesome person. You 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 7th of each month, you must go to the local tax office to file a tax return, otherwise...
Michael, as the head of the investigation team of the Federal Taxation Bureau of Sabine, although his identity and status are not the highest ~IndoMTL.com~, he can be regarded as a middle-level person.
Such a person, even Fox, is 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 **** in 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 a fraction, four thousand five hundred dollars!"
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-dollar denominations, and these bills are also very old and easy to spend.
To society as a whole, these five-dollar, ten-dollar bills are like these coins in the laundromat, and no one can prepare 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 laundry, and it is deposited in the bank in their witness.
Lynch rolled up the money and stuffed it back into the trolley. He waited for a while to take all his dirty clothes with him after washing the dishes, and then pushed the trolley away.
At the same time, on the other side, a group of people 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 really valid evidence, and they alerted Lynch and Fox, which would bring them more trouble, and the investigation might end as a result.