Blackstone Code

"Wealth shines with gold, and will attract all who are lost in the mist of poverty!"

"They may not get enough wealth to make them shine, but it can change their lives a little bit."

This sentence was said by Lynch. In just a few days, the mastheads of the entire Sabine knew that there was someone who could quickly turn small change into whole money, and it was also profitable.

A large amount of small change is constantly rolling in Lynch's pocket and turned into whole money. Not only the newspapers are doing this, but some newsstands and retail stores are also doing the same.

A 3% profit does not require any payment and no risk. Maybe this profit is only a three-cent profit in the eyes of many people.

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

According to the bills of the Baylor Federation on salary and working hours, as well as the specific adjustments of regional bills, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker in Sabine City is about 200 to 300 yuan.

If the nature of the work is more dangerous, the salary may be higher, but there are relatively few such types of work, and the salary is almost the same.

Ten yuan is already equivalent 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 there are more people who do.

A large amount of change began to gather and appeared in Mr. Fox's laundry in an orderly manner.

One day a week later, when Lynch walked into the laundromat controlled by Mr. Fox with a trolley, two guys in black wool trench coats, formal suits, pony clips and white shirts appeared in front of him.

This also made him understand why Fox first said that he didn't look like someone from the federal government department, because he lacked the clothes that can be seen through at a glance, and the look on the faces of these people who wish everyone knew their specific identities. arrogance.

"Lynch?"

The person blocking the trolley called out Lynch's name casually as usual, and then opened the front of his windbreaker, revealing the wallet hanging on the pocket inside.

Half of the wallet is in the top pocket on the inside of the windbreaker, which keeps it from falling out, and the other half with the ID is hanging outside, and the same goes for the FBI guys, they will think it is cool.

As for why there is such a stupid idea, it is probably because it has something to do with some popular movies in the past two years.

It's cool that the actors do that, but it's just stupid for ordinary people to bring these things into reality.

"I'm an investigator from the Federal Tax Service, and I need your cooperation..." There was no room for negotiation at all, and the tone was not just tough, but also thorny.

Lynch asked with a smile, "Should I raise my hands?"

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that he would deal with these people, and not just this time, he would always deal with them 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 bathe in the golden light and get some benefits, but also some "bad guys" who are full of desire for wealth.

His words sounded like he was mocking the two investigators, who generally associate raised hands with firearms.

And it is obvious that these two investigators are not qualified to wear weapons. In the Baylor Federal Tax Service system, the investigators are also the lowest-level employees, far inferior to the above "detectives" and "agents", although many people Curious why the tax office needs "agents".

The guy behind Lynch grabbed his wrist with one hand and the back of his collar with the other, pushed him against the wall, and gave him some serious taste. The pedestrians on the street immediately stepped aside to avoid being involved. .

Some people left, and some people stayed to watch the fun.

The investigator who spoke to Lynch before dispersed the crowd after showing his ID again. He pushed Lynch's trolley, and his companions took Lynch and his trolley into the alley on the side of the road.

Lynch, who was a little embarrassed, rubbed his cheekbones. When his face was pressed against the wall, it touched the wall. It hurt a little, and there should be some bruises, but he didn't care much.

An investigator was rummaging through his trolley, unpacking the trolley, taking out some old clothes and throwing them on the floor, like he was rummaging through something.

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

The Federal Tax Service has actually been eyeing 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.

If there is no Lynch, maybe this kind of strange but in line with social needs can be maintained for a period of time, until the new local tax bureau chief takes office, or the current bureau chief needs some merit, then they will trouble Mr. Fox.

But the problem is that now there is one more Lynch, Mr. Fox, Lynch, and some of their strange actions are accelerating some things out of control.

Catch a criminal who evades taxes, and the amount of money involved in the case 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 current head of the Local Taxation Bureau, but will only wonder if they have some behind-the-scenes transactions.

Coupled with some possible personnel changes within the Sabine City Federal Taxation Bureau, some people couldn't sit still.

As soon as these signs appeared, the local federal tax bureau immediately started 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. the gang.

But the first thing they have to do is to find out what Mr. Fox and Lynch are doing, and whether they think the same, so there is this "attack".

Faced with the vicious investigator Lynch, he always kept a smile. A smile can narrow the distance between people and make people relax their vigilance. "May I know your name?"

The investigator he was facing laughed, and suddenly stepped forward and punched Lynch in the stomach, instantly causing his stomach to churn, and he felt an urge to feel sick.

"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, you and What were Fox's deals, how did his money end up in the bank..."

The muscles on Lynch's face trembled, he straightened up slowly, a smile reappeared on his face, he gestured with his right hand to look 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 try..."

His words made the investigators unable to react 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 fire was completely turned off.

There was a kind of anticipation in the bright and clear eyes, matched with the content of his tone and a little heart-shattering madness, the investigator's heart suddenly contracted.

He could clearly feel that this person was crazy!

He swallowed subconsciously, looked away, but then turned back, stared at Lynch, pushed him away, and shouted viciously, "Answer the question!"

In fact, he already had some timidity, but he used this method to cover up his timidity, and at the same time kept 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 happened, Lynch raised his head slightly, facing the narrow sky above the alley, showing the brightest smile.

"May I know your name, sir?"