"Now you have two choices......," said Director Johnson, standing in front of the bookcase in Michael's study, looking at the books that had been somewhat flipped, and for the first time his impression of Michael improved.

He didn't think Michael could read, but it seemed that many of the books here had been read.

He sighed in his heart, turned to look at Michael, "The first choice, little Michael burglarized and took Lynch's ring, you want Lynch to withdraw the lawsuit, so you framed him, and tried to make him withdraw the lawsuit and compromise through your way." ”

This is "Lynch's version", Lynch said that Michael ended up with an attempted murder, which Commissioner Johnson did not accept, knowing that once the attempted murder was established, and with the previous claims, Michael could be suspected of first-degree murder.

Although Lynch did not die in the end, in view of the current public outcry and the bad influence in society, the jury will definitely find Michael guilty, and the judge will try to give a heavier sentence to appease the people's grievances.

When it really comes to that point, it is not a matter of three or five years in prison, but it is possible to sit through the bottom of the prison, let alone one or two decades, more than thirty or fifty years, knowing the law and breaking the law will always be an excellent sentencing aid, no matter how much people give, people will not feel that it is too much.

Michael's breathing grew heavier, and he raised his head to glare at Director Johnson viciously, who ignored his expression and gaze.

"This has nothing to do with my children, and my children were also framed by Lynch......"

Director Johnson glanced back at him, no one can figure out what happened to Michael Jr. until now, he confessed to the facts of his crime, and at the same time refused to communicate with Michael, no one knows what kind of inside story is inside.

Maybe he was framed by Lynch, as Michael said, but the judge wouldn't think so.

"The second option, you have a personal vendetta with Lynch, and you feel that you are not respectful enough and it stings your heart, so you trouble him many times, trying to make him realize the gap between you and him, and respect you. ”

This is Director Johnson's version that if too much emphasis is placed on the criminal behavior of Michael and his children, it will make society worry about whether those low-level law enforcement officers will have a similar situation.

It is better to downplay the crime and use the conflict between the two people as a benchmark, which is simply to worsen Michael's personal moral problems.

Michael's situation fits the second argument very well, and even later on, you don't need to write a script, just ask reporters to interview people who have been in contact with Michael, or their colleagues, and come to a conclusion.

Michael's personal image will become more concrete and worse in society, but the good thing is that the Sebin City Tax Office gets rid of the whole thing, and the law enforcement problem gets out of it.

Michael tugged at his hair, his mouth closed, his lips bloodless from the squeezing of his upper and lower jaws, his eyes hurt and a little desperate, and he knew he had to choose one.

The first one doesn't work, it will expose his son to the media, and people will not only blame him, but also his son, and even his wife and family will not be able to escape the public gaze.

I can only choose the second one......

When Michael made his choice, Director Johnson had a feeling of indescribability, and he even joked with Michael before leaving, saying that they didn't need to "confess", as long as Michael performed in his true colors, people believed that this choice was the truth.

These things seem cruel and make a person choose how to endure one of the most terrible things in the world, but there is no way around it.

Because the next efforts of all parties to reverse public opinion themselves require the cooperation of Michael and Lynch, without those reporters with "professional ethics" to "dig out" more "insiders" from them, the truth will not appear in front of people's eyes.

It seems that the reporter has more credit, but in fact, the work of Michael and Lynch is more important, and with the emergence of various insiders, they will appear in front of the media to be scrutinized by the public, so their cooperation with each other is very important.

Having resolved these things, Director Johnson seems to have soothed his guilt for Michael, and he saved Michael from Lynch's version, not to mention, he will take care of Michael's family for the rest of the time until he comes out of prison.

Without him, the family would have been torn apart, and he had done all that a boss should do, and much more.

The next day, Joe Griman called Lynch and offered to talk to him about the small business between them, and Lynch gladly went to the appointment.

Ten percent of two million, and five percent of the expected return, this is a business worth hundreds of thousands, and there is not much danger to yourself, many people will think that this is a chaotic era, but Lynch feels that this is the golden age!

In the morning, the two made an appointment to meet at a private club, as if a meeting that required a certain amount of privacy was best not exposed to the public.

There are many people in this society who have a "terrible" perception that the characters of the upper class do not need pastime, do not need entertainment, they are always working, socializing, and maybe socializing is their entertainment time.

In fact, this is a cognitive bias, just because people don't see them entertaining, you can't think that they don't have an entertainment life, and the devil knows how entertaining they are in places that people can't see!

At nine o'clock, Lynch appeared in a secluded street outside the center of the city with a suitcase, and there were not many pedestrians on the whole street, and according to the address given to him by Joe Gleeman, he came to the door of a square red carpet in front of the house.

From the outside, it is not much different from most of the houses on this street, including three steps to the entrance, a handrail that is too short to use, and an old-fashioned wooden door.

Its wooden door may be wider than other people's, but it is limited to that, there is no signboard, no name, everything is so simple that passers-by cannot pay attention to it.

Lynch double-checked the address, pushed the door in, and entered the door to the door of two elevator cars, and a small fenced workroom, in which sat a guy in a formal suit and glasses, like a butler.

The setting was like the first floor of most apartments, and Lynch walked up to the counter with a peculiar experience, "Mr. Joe Grimman asked me to meet here......

The butler-looking guy immediately began to flip through the notebook in front of him, "Can you ask your name, sir?"

"Lynch!"

The man looked at Lynch quietly, and after confirming that it was correct, he took a key from the wall full of keys behind him, and placed it in a tray of red flannel along with a small card the size of a palm, and handed it over with both hands.

"Mr. Lynch......", after Lynch took these things, he bowed slightly, "Is there anything else I can serve you?"

Lynch glanced at him, shook his head, and walked to the elevator.

After entering the elevator, he found that the original card was a key to the elevator floor, and there were some small holes at one end of the card, and the card could be inserted into the card slot before the corresponding floor could be lit.

After the almost imperceptible lifting, the elevator door slowly opened, and after stepping out of the elevator, everything in my eyes suddenly became extremely luxurious!

Lynch didn't know how to appreciate oil paintings, but some of them were very good.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance that he had never experienced, very calm, not lively, but giving people a solemn feeling.

The distance between each door means that the house is much larger than it appears.

Not long after, Lynch came to the door corresponding to his key number, the door was inlaid with various colored gems, half of which were made of metal, and just standing in front of the door, a sense of heaviness came to his face.

He inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it slightly, and with the sound of the springs that made after the gears turned, he pushed the door open with an unimaginable lightness.