Blackstone Code Chapter 653: Thank you letter
Text 0653 Thank You Letter
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In the morning, Johnson came to the state tax office. According to the unwritten rules, a consultant researcher is a "bullish" way to retire, at least much better than a warehouse manager or an archivist.
And the consultant researchers can ask anything, as long as they don't interfere with the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or file warehouse to look up some evidence materials.
He stopped the car and went to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director was going to study, and no one knew when he would come back to study.
As the former director of the local tax bureau, Johnson is well aware of the tricks involved, which is nothing more than taking himself out, and can get things done while not offending anyone.
Although the method is good, not everyone can use it, only those who really hold the power can do it.
He sighed a little, came to the assistant director's office, knocked on the door, and walked in.
Assistant Commissioner was on business, he just looked up at Johnson who was standing by the door, then began to look down at the things on his desk, the pen in his hand didn't stop, and he didn't show any regard for Johnson respect.
Of course, there is no need for respect, just a consultant researcher.
"Anything, 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. A condescending arrogance and contempt.
If the power in Johnson's hands at this time is higher than that of the assistant director, he will definitely not recklessly reduce Johnson's name to "John", just like Mr. Johnson has been simplified to Johnson.
The expression on Johnson's face didn't change much, he just didn't know what he was thinking, "I heard from my colleagues that I caught a guy named Fox?"
The movement in the assistant director's hands stopped, and he looked up at Johnson with some doubts, "Yes, is there any problem?"
Johnson nodded again and again, "That's right, I used to be the head of the local tax bureau in Sabine City, and I dealt with this guy. I don't know if there is anything I can help..."
Assistant Commissioner put down the pen in his hand and put his fingers crossed on the table, he frowned in thought ①.
Qingpi face took measures last night, but I didn't expect that the old guy was very hard-mouthed, didn't say anything, didn't even scream in pain.
Everyone has been in this business for a long time. They have met thousands of people, who will confess, and who can bite the bullet. After the last measure, everyone basically knew it.
For a person like Old Fox, it's not that punishment can solve the problem. Instead, it's possible that because of the punishment, he will casually climb and bite, or simply commit suicide. It's not that such things have never happened.
And that's exactly why Qingpi immediately went to Curryland City after finishing the measures. He knew that there was no value in continuing to toss Old Fox, and he had to intervene in other ways.
What follows is a psychological battle, not hurt and pain.
At this time, when everyone has no good way, Johnson's standing up seems to be an attempt.
After thinking about the relationship, the assistant director asked, "Do you and this... Fox, know each other?"
Johnson shook his head, "I've heard of him, and I also arranged for daily investigation work at the time. I haven't met, but he must know me."
Assistant director frowned for a while, then nodded slowly, "Find a way to chat with him, you know what I mean?"
"I understand, Chief."
Johnson's inner turmoil was very intense when he called out "the chief" of this bureau, because he was the chief before, and others called him that.
But when others call him, they are not as cautious or even humble as he is.
As soon as the assistant director waved his hand, Johnson left the room, not forgetting to carefully close the door, so that the sound of the door closing would not interrupt the assistant director's thoughts.
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 helping him open the door, and he enters the interrogation room.
Old Mr. Fox was sleeping, he was lying on the table, there was no bed, the ground was too cold, even in summer, it was too cold for him as an old man.
Sleeping on his stomach is not comfortable, but he can only do it, the pain and hunger make him fall asleep quickly, until this moment.
The sound of the door opening disturbed him. He slowly sat up straight. Getting up too fast could easily sprain him. After he sat up completely, he turned to look at Johnson who was standing at the door.
The two are very familiar with each other, one is the suspect who often appears in the dossier photos, and the other is the former Sabine tax bureau chief who used to appear frequently on TV. This relationship makes it clear that the two have never met. , but there is an unfamiliar sense of familiarity.
"Chief Johnson..." Old Fox had a heart-wrenching smile on his bruised face. Even Johnson found his bearing convincing. At this time, he could not feel his suffering from him at all. There is only one kind of calm and free and easy to feel helpless and helpless when you are sleepy.
Old Mr. Fox slapped his clothes and said at the same time, "I'm sorry to let you see me in a mess. It's rude." He pointed to his thigh, "They kicked me, I can't stand up yet to greet you, so... I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked over to him, with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and he knew by looking at Mr. Fox's appearance that he had a bad night.
"I didn't expect them to find you. It's surprising." Mr. Fox, too, didn't expect to find the former Commissioner Johnson. He felt that the state tax Bureau these people are pressing step by step.
Chief Johnson took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and gave one to Mr. Fox, old and lit it for him.
He waved the match in his hand and let the wind put out the flame, "Someone asked me to tell you something, he will remember your friendship, and wish you long live friendship."
Old Mr. Fox had a smile on the corner of his mouth after listening, "Really..." He sighed heavily and looked up at Johnson, "If you can still see him, help me tell him that this is I deserve it."
Johnson nodded, hesitated, but finally asked, "Is there anything I need to do?"
Old Mr. Fox removed the cigarette in 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, best Something indigestible."
"You may not know, I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes in the middle of the night last night." Mr. Fox said, he couldn't help laughing, "I always hear people say these things, I didn't expect people to be so hungry that they really think they can eat anything they see."
"If anyone asks me about my coming..."
Before he could finish, Mr. Fox tapped the table with his index and middle fingers between the cigarettes. The rubber table made no sound, "I know how to say it."
There is no audio and video recording equipment in this room, it is specially used for measures, which can also be called torture.
No one would do that, once some of it leaked out, it would be a huge scandal, and according to the federal charter and judicial interpretation, any testimony produced during the torture process and the chain of evidence produced by the testimony are not legal benefit.
At the same time, torture also means that there may be more cases involving torture, and the whole system will be in big trouble because of these things.
Only when the measures are completed will Mr. Fox be transferred to other interrogation rooms, with audio and video recordings, they will not beat him, they will give him food and drink on time, and treat him like a taxpayer treat.
Johnson paused for a moment, the two chatted about some recent York state news, and after about five minutes, Johnson left the room.
He stopped at the door for a while and told the supervisor to bring some food to Mr. Fox.
……
Johnson didn't get home from the state tax office until afternoon ~IndoMTL.com~, to his surprise that Lynch wasn't here waiting for him.
About seven in the evening, the phone suddenly rang. It was Lynch.
"The director went to the General Administration to attend the director's training. I don't know when I will come back. Now the assistant director is in full charge of this case."
"Also I met Mr. Fox and told him what you said, and he asked me to tell you, he said he deserved it..."
After saying this, he remained silent. After about a few seconds, Lynch's gentle voice came from the receiver, "Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson, it's getting late, I won't disturb you."
Early the next morning, Johnson, who had returned to his ordinary life, checked his mailbox as usual, and found a white letter, unsigned, unmarked, and very thin.
His heart suddenly thumped violently, and the sudden release of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for an instant.
He licked his lips, put the letter in his pajama pocket, and quickly returned to the study.
Sitting on a chair behind the window, with his back to the sun, he gently opened the envelope to reveal the contents.
A small piece of paper with the words "Jinhui Bank Cash Check" written on it...
There are no other words on the envelope and the small piece of paper inside to say what it means, but Johnson just knows that this is a thank you note from Lynch for the little things he did yesterday...
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①, using the two attitudes before and after to reflect the attitude of the assistant director, it reflects the coldness and reality of the society from the side, which is deeply ironic.
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