Blackstone Code

"There's nothing here..."

Another investigator, who didn't know what happened here, threw out the old clothes in the two boxes, including the wooden box used to hold them, which was also disassembled into several 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 subtle confrontation was that it was impossible. They had already investigated and found out that this kid named Lynch had been exchanging change on a large scale in unimaginable ways.

Before the appearance of Lynch, no one would exchange change at such a loss. He pioneered. Behind his almost endless exchange of change, investigators from the Sabine City Taxation Bureau believed that it was used by Fox.

During this period of time, Lynch had only been in contact with Fox, and had no contact with other people. In addition, in the past few days, the tax declaration amount of the laundromat under Fox's name had increased significantly. The Sabine Tax Bureau believed that Lynch was a "Mr. Key".

In fact, since the day before yesterday, someone has been staring at him. According to his behavior, he should send the collected coins to the laundromat. On the surface, he is doing laundry, but in fact he is illegal trade.

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

As long as he grabbed the change in his hand, marked it, and asked Lynch to send the coins to the laundry, the entire chain of evidence would be complete.

Once Fox starts declaring his tax status, the side will immediately arrange for a commissioner to come over and check the information he submitted, and then catch a scene and send him to prison.

Everything was calculated well, 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 345678 seconds, the investigator's eyes were briefly absent-minded, and then he looked back at Lynch, pointed at him, "Be careful..."

As he said that, he patted the skirt of the windbreaker, and quickly left here with another investigator, they were going to another scene.

Rich work experience made them not only place 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 investigators always feel that things are not that simple. Lynch, a young man...he is a bit confused. He doesn't look like a young man who has just stepped out of the ivory tower and is still in awe of the world.

Lynch watched the two investigators leave the alley, he spit, bent down to pick up all the clothes on the ground, and then pushed the small cart out of the alley.

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

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

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

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

Lynch's eyes passed over the store manager's shoulders, and he watched two workers lift up the disassembled trolley steel pipe with great effort, and began to tilt towards a basket.

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

Lynch withdrew his gaze and landed on the store manager. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's okay, 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 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 tempt many people, but Lynch did not.

He knew that a person like Fox, who walks on a gray trajectory, would find it difficult to get rid of someone's surveillance all his life. Once he agrees, he will become one of them. No matter what he does in the future, someone will be watching him .

If he doesn't join, that's another matter. His youth and his "shallowness" won't make people pay too much attention to him.

By the time people started to pay attention to him, he had almost completed the original accumulation.

Besides, he despises a guy who lends money to the poor in a small town.

The store manager smiled and didn't say anything, but Lynch asked again, "Who was that person who hit me?"

He lowered his head, smoking a cigarette, and looked down. His eyes were covered by his hair and smoke, and the store manager couldn't observe Lynch's real emotions through Lynch's eyes.

"Michael, the leader of the investigation team of Sabine City Federal Taxation Bureau, he is a very troublesome person, you'd better not think about those inappropriate thoughts."

The store manager kindly reminded that the federal tax system is its own system. They not only have investigators, agents, agents, but also their own militarized troops.

It sounds ridiculous and absurd, but this is the truth, a regular, complete unit that has received the most formal professional military training is used to target certain special armed tax resistance phenomena.

So most people will tell those rookies who just entered the industry that you can do most of the things you want to do, but before the seventh of every month, you must go to the local tax bureau to file a tax return, otherwise...

As the team leader of the investigation team of Sabine City Federal Taxation Bureau, Michael's identity and status are not the highest, but they can be considered middle-level.

Such a person, even Fox, is unwilling to offend the other party for no reason. For these tax inspectors, everyone has flaws.

Because a person cannot accurately remember the ratio of each income and tax, as long as a decimal point or a certain digit after the decimal point is wrong, they can send you to jail.

Lynch nodded, and took a sharp puff on the cigarette butt with both hands, "I know, next time I see him, I will take the initiative to get out of the way..."

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

"It's not a fraction, it's four thousand five hundred!"

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

They're all in five and ten dollar denominations, and they're all very old and easy to spend.

For society as a whole, these five-dollar bills and ten-dollar bills are like these coins in the laundry. 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 laundromat, and it will be deposited in the bank under their witness.

Lynch rolled up the money and stuffed it back into the trolley. He waited for a while, took 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 they not find a single copper plate, they didn't even find anything of value.

"Damn it!"

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