"Wealth shines with gold, and it attracts all those who are lost in the fog of poverty!"

"They may not have enough wealth to shine brightly, but it can change their lives somewhat. ”

This was said by Lynch, and in just a few days, the entire Saben masthead knew that there was someone who could quickly turn change into whole money, and that it was profitable.

Lots of change were rolling in Lynch's pockets, not just by the mastheads, but also by newsstands and retail stores.

Three percent of the profit, no need to pay, no risk, maybe this gain in the eyes of many people is only three cents of profit.

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

According to the various federal bills of the Bailer Federation on wages and working hours, as well as the specific adjustments of the regional bills, the salary of an average worker in the city of Sabin is about 200 to 300 yuan per month.

If the nature of the work is dangerous, the salary may be higher, but such jobs are still relatively rare, and the salary is about the same.

Ten dollars is already equal to a worker's day's work, but here in Lynch, you don't need to pay any labor, you just need to give him the money, and then you can get the money.

Some people really don't like it, but there are even more people who can look at it.

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

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

It also made him understand why Fawkes had said that he didn't look like a federal government person, because he lacked the outfit that he could see through at a glance, and the arrogance on the faces of these people who wished everyone knew who they were.

"Lynch?"

The man blocking the trolley casually shouted Lynch's name as usual, and then lifted the placket of his trench coat, revealing the wallet hanging from his pocket.

Half of the wallet was in the upper pocket on the inside of the trench coat, so it wouldn't fall off, and the other half with the papers hung outside, as did the FBI guys, who would find it handsome.

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

The actors are really handsome in doing that, but ordinary people will only make people feel stupid when they put these things into reality.

"I'm an investigator at the Federal Tax Service, and I need your cooperation ......", there is no room for negotiation at all, and the tone is not just as simple as being tough, but also thorny.

Lynch smiled and asked, "Am I going to raise my hands?"

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that he had to deal with these people, and not only this time, but 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 be able to mix a little good, but also some "bad guys" who are eager for wealth.

His words sounded like a mockery of the two investigators, and people generally associate high hands with firearms.

And apparently these two investigators are not qualified to wear weapons, and in the system of the Federal Tax Service of Baylor, the investigator is also the lowest-ranking employee, far inferior to the "agents" and "agents" above, although many people are curious as to why the tax office needs "agents".

The guy behind Lynch grabbed his wrist with one hand and his back collar with the other, pressed him against the wall, and gave him some powerful taste, and the pedestrians on the street immediately moved a certain distance to avoid being swept in.

Some left, while others stayed to watch the excitement.

The investigator who had spoken to Lynch again dispersed the crowd after showing his ID again, pushing Lynch's cart and taking Lynch and his cart into the alley on the side of the road.

Lynch, who was a little embarrassed, rubbed his cheekbones, his face was pressed against the wall, it hurt a little, and it should be a little bruised, but he didn't care very much.

An investigator was rummaging through his trolley, opening the boxes of the trolley, taking out some old clothes and throwing them on the ground, as if rummaging for something.

Another asked, "You've been so close to Fawkes lately, and you're serving him?"

In fact, the Federal Tax Service has long been targeting people like Mr. Fox, 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, which is not the characteristic of darkness, but the characteristic of light.

If it weren't for Lynch, perhaps this somewhat strange but socially appropriate balance would have been maintained for a while, until the new director of the local tax bureau took office, or the current director needed some merit, and then they would have troubled Mr. Fox.

But the problem is that now there's one more Lynch, Mr. Fox, Lynch, and some of their weird moves are speeding things out of control.

Catching a tax evasion offender and involving a huge amount of money is definitely a huge credit in the federal tax system, and the kind that can get a promotion opportunity.

But if Mr. Fox is allowed to get out of the quagmire...... No one will praise the current head of the local tax bureau, only wonder if they have some behind-the-scenes deals.

Coupled with the fact that there are some possible personnel changes within the Federal Tax Office of the city of Sabine, some people can't sit still.

As soon as these signs appeared, the local federal tax office immediately went into action, and after finding out who Lynch was and what he had done recently, they roughly figured out the problem between him and Mr. Fox.

In the eyes of these experienced agents, Lynch is just a very lucky boy, he accidentally found a way to make money, if Lynch is used as a breakthrough, it is very likely to cooperate with Mr. Fox and the gang.

But the first thing they had to do was to figure out what Mr. Fox and Lynch were doing, and whether it was the same as they thought, and so there was this "attack".

Facing the fierce investigator Lynch, he always kept a smile, and the smile can narrow the distance between people, and can also make people relax their vigilance, "Can I know your name?"

The investigator he was facing laughed, and suddenly stepped forward and punched Lynch in the stomach, causing his stomach to tumble in an instant, and there was an urge to regurgitate.

"You don't need to know my name, you just have to answer the questions, understand?", the investigator grabbed Lynch by the hair and made him bend over and look up at himself with his face up, "I'm asking you what your dealings with Fox were, and how did his money get into the bank......"

The muscles on Lynch's face trembled, he slowly straightened up, and the smile reappeared on his face, he gestured with his right hand to the shape of a pistol, against his jaw, looked at the investigator and said, "Do you have a gun, give me a bullet to taste......"

His words made the investigator not react for a short time, followed by shame, but when he met Lynch's gaze, it was like being poured a basin of ice water on his head, and the fire was completely extinguished.

There was a look of anticipation in his bright eyes, which, combined with the content of his tone and the slightest hint of heart-stopping madness, made the investigator's heart contract violently.

He could clearly feel that this man was crazy!

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

He actually already has some timidity, but he uses this way to hide his timidity, while keeping a distance from Lynch, he doesn't want to expose his true heart to an older kid who has just left school for a few years.

As if nothing had happened, Lynch tilted his head slightly, facing the narrow sky above the alley, and smiled brightest.

"May I know your name, sir?"