"Nothing ...... here"

Unaware of what had happened, the other investigator threw out the worn-out clothes in both boxes, including the wooden boxes used to hold them, which were broken into several pieces.

There are no coins or change here, not to mention hundreds or thousands of change in the newspapers, not even a single coin.

The investigators who were in a delicate confrontation immediately reacted to the impossibility of hearing this, and they had already investigated almost clearly, this kid named Lynch had been exchanging change on a large scale in ways that people could not imagine.

Before Lynch's appearance, no one would change change at such a loss, and he set a precedent for his almost endless exchange of change, which was believed to be used by the investigators of the Sebin City Tax Office for Fox.

During this time, Lynch has only been in contact with Fox and has not been in contact with anyone else, and in the past few days, the tax return limit of Fox's laundry has increased significantly, and the Sabin tax bureau considers Lynch to be "Mr. Key".

In fact, since the day before yesterday, someone has been staring at him, and according to the law of his actions, he should now send the collected coins to the laundry, ostensibly to wash clothes, but in fact to carry out illegal transactions.

Then he would continue to exchange change until the next time he had scraped together a certain amount.

Just grab the change in his hand, mark it, and have Lynch deliver it to the laundry, and the whole chain of evidence is complete.

As soon as Fox starts filing his taxes, he will arrange for a commissioner to come and check the documents he has submitted, and then arrest a spot and send him to jail.

Everything is well calculated, but something went wrong here, except for a bunch of old clothes on the car, there was not even a single coin, where did the money go?

In just three or four five six seven or eight seconds, the investigator's eyes briefly lost concentration, and then he looked back at Lynch and pointed at him, "Be careful......

As he spoke, he slapped the placket of his trench coat and quickly left the place with another investigator, who were about to rush to another scene.

The wealth of work experience made them not put their hopes on this group of people alone, and another group of people raided Lynch's current temporary residence, and if there was no money here, then the money must be in his room.

It's just that the investigator always thinks that things won't be so simple, Lynch, a young man...... He couldn't see through it, not at all like a young man who had just stepped out of the ivory tower and was still in awe of the world.

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

The sun shone on his face, and he couldn't see at all that he had just been humiliated and punched, as if nothing had happened, and his smile had not changed.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the laundromat and went directly into the storage room behind the laundromat, and then two young men, after greeting him, took the tools and began to dismantle the trolley.

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

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

Lynch's gaze crossed the store manager's shoulders as he watched as the two workers laboriously lifted the disassembled trolley pipes and began to tilt them against a basket.

With the clatter of metals, coins of various colors poured out of the steel pipes like tap water.

Lynch withdrew his gaze and landed on the store manager, who shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's okay, I always have to deal with them, that's why I refused, I don't like trouble." ”

Mr. Fox has expressed his desire to recruit Lynch more than once during this time, and he is willing to offer Lynch a super high salary of 3,000 yuan a month.

In this society with a per capita monthly income of only two or three hundred, ten times the average monthly salary is enough to tempt many people, but Lynch does not.

He knew that it would be difficult for a person like Fawkes to walk on a gray trajectory for the rest of his life to escape the surveillance of some people, and once he agreed, he would also become one of them, and no matter what he did in the future, there would be people watching him.

If he doesn't join, that's another matter, his youth, his "shallowness", won't make people notice him too much.

By the time people began to pay attention to him, he had almost completed his initial primordial accumulation.

Besides, he doesn't look down on a guy who lends money to the poor in a small city.

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

He lowered his head, smoked a cigarette, and looked down, his hair and smoke obscuring his eyes, and the store manager could not see his true emotions through Lynch's eyes.

"Michael, the head of the investigation team of the Federal Tax Service in Sabine, he is a very troublesome person, and you better not think about those ideas that are not quite appropriate. ”

The store manager kindly reminded that federal taxation is a system of its own, and they not only have investigators, agents, agents, and even their own militarized troops.

It may sound ridiculous and absurd, but it is the truth, a regular, complete, and professionally trained army for the purpose of fighting against certain special armed tax resistances.

So most people will tell those who are just starting out in the industry that you can do most of the things you want to do, but before the seventh day of each month, you must go to the local tax office to file your taxes, otherwise......

As the head of the investigation team of the Federal Tax Service in Sabin, Michael's status and status are not the highest, but they are also middle-level.

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

Because a person can't remember exactly what the percentage of income is tax, if you get the decimal point wrong or a decimal place, they can send you to jail.

Lynch nodded, pinched the cigarette butt with both hands and took a sharp puff, "I know, the 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 anything on the topic, "How much is this time?"

"Not counting fractions, four thousand five hundred yuan!"

The store manager was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then laughed, and he took out several rolls of banknotes tied with leather bands from his pocket.

They come in denominations of five and ten, and these bills are very old and easy to spend.

For society as a whole, these five-dollar and ten-dollar bills are like these coins in a laundry, and no one can be prepared to say what each coin has experienced here.

The tax office can only make the money clean according to the amount of the laundry tax return, and it is deposited in the bank in their witness.

Lynch rolled the money back into the trolley, waited for a moment to wash the dishes, took them with him, and pushed the cart away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a group of people had just raided Lynch's temporary residence, and not only did they not find a single copper plate, but not even a single thing of value.

"Hell yes!"

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