Kanfen Farm.

Nearly seventy years old, he looks well-dressed, has a good image, and has a well-bred personality. Hawkins, in a converted classroom in the utility room, teaches Barbie and Unik to be good accountants.

At the end of today's lesson, Barbie looked at the silver-haired Clegg and asked, "Has Mr. Clegg considered staying on the farm to work?"

"No," Clegg. Hawkins shook his head, "I'll leave when you get your accountant certificate."

Excluding all possibilities, Barbie was already sure that the old man was an undercover agent of the tax bureau, and deliberately said: "The farm needs to be reasonably tax-saving, and there is a lot of work, and you will get a higher reward if you come to help."

"Old," Clegg. Hawkins explained, "If you don't have enough energy, you can invite someone else."

Actually, Clegg. Hawkins knew in his heart that this kind of public thing couldn't catch Zhang Jingxiao at all.

Even he had found out that Zhang Jingxian made a payment to Barbie's leather bag company in his private name, which was considered a deposit and payment, on the grounds that it was used to buy silver.

Barbie used the money to buy shares in the company's name, and then traded the holding company to strangers, and finally traded all the money to another leather bag company in Barbie's name.

Then proceed with the execution of the agreement with Zhang Jing to purchase silver.

Of course, it was originally a left-handed to a right-handed, and it didn't matter if it wasn't executed, it was impossible for Zhang Jing to sue Barbie.

A lot of money is made in the company's account, and naturally it is necessary to save taxes, which is what all middle-class and rich people do, as long as it is legal, he can't control it at all.

And he also knew that Zhang Jingzheng was "forced" to quit his citizenship, not only did he have no company, no real estate, no employees, and he didn't even have a few cents in savings.

Guess Clegg. Hawkins was full of thoughts, and Barbie asked, "Can you give me an idea?" Spend money quickly, and get more tax deductions."

"Tax deductions for loans, tax deductions for the purchase of agricultural land, tax deductions for engaging in the green energy industry, tax deductions for large consumption, tax deductions for hiring more employees, etc., a lot."

"Sounds complicated," Barbie asked again, "if you're limited in energy, can you please take the time to write a specific how-to, and you'll get better paid as well."

"No problem," Clegg. Hawkins looked at Barbie and said, "It's going to take about a week."

"Thanks," Barbie looked polite, "I'll ask you some questions once in a while, if I can."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do, you are not only my student, but also my employer." Clegg. Hawkins looked witty and humorous.

It's been a while since I came to the farm to go undercover, and until now, Clegg. Hawkins did not find any evidence of tax evasion by Zhang Jing, and the ongoing tax avoidance behaviors are reasonable, compliant and legal, and everyone is doing similar things.

It's called Clegg. Hawkins suspects that Zhang Jing is clean, not to mention that he has the money to hire a master to avoid taxes reasonably, and he will not risk putting himself in prison.

Nothing else, Clegg. Hawkins left, and he taught only one hour a day.

Seeing the old man holding his textbook and leaving with his back slightly hunched, Yunique looked at Barbie and asked, "Sister Barbie, where has my brother gone?"

"He's on a business trip in the Thousand Islands," Barbie looked at Unik with lantern bangs, "OSS told me before leaving, you need a Chinese teacher and a West Banya teacher, I have posted a recruitment online, and someone will come for an interview tomorrow morning."

Yunique bowed her head slightly, how could she run away like this?

"And Matim and Jung," Barbie chatted, "and they need a kickboxing coach and an interview tomorrow morning."

"Manager Barbie," Charlie said at the door of the classroom, "Sheriff Tariq is here, waiting in the yard."

The cowshed area is centered around an 800 square cobblestone yard in the middle of which Tariq is.

Tariq is the Oxnard County Sheriff, a forty-year-old, white man with a beardless face, about 1.75 meters tall, of medium build, and a five-point resemblance to Little Plum, who is in charge of investigating the disappearance of Nayer.

Under the sun, Barbie came

Tariq approached and asked, "Is there a clue to the robbers?"

The loss of 60 tons of silver from Kanfen Farm, the burning of the third villa, and the sky-high fire insurance compensation, were hot news for a few days.

"I'm here for this purpose," Tariq said, "After a lot of investigation, we found that Kanfen Farm may be targeted by a group of river thieves, and they did a lot of careful investigation before committing the crime, and we have collected some of the suspects' facial features, which are in the process of being identified."

"Wow," Barbie praised, "looks like the case can be solved."

Tariq shook his head, "Maybe they have already left Citigroup, this is a high probability event, anyway, we will try our best to bring them to justice."

Barbie nodded, expressing her approval, she hasn't found out for so long, it's a fool not to run for such a big thing, right?

Seeing Tariq's eyes drifting from side to side, Barbie asked him, "Sheriff Tariq, are you okay?"

"Yes," Tariq was a little embarrassed, "is Mr. Zhang here?"

"OSS isn't on the farm, you can tell me something, and I'll relay it to him."

"That's right," Tariq squirmed, "because there have been many cases recently, frequent police dispatches, two police cars have been crashed, and a few new trainee police officers have been added, and our police department is a little short of money.... Look, can you..."

Barbie interrupts Tariq, "I need to ask OSS, how much do you need?"

"200,000... No," Tariq quickly changed his words, "170,000 meters is fine."

Barbie turned around and went to call Zhang Jing, because there was no signal in the rainforest, so naturally it didn't get through, so she pretended to say something.

Tariq was ten meters away, nervously watching Barbie on the phone, this kind of door-to-door begging behavior is really embarrassing.

Finally, Barbie finished the call and walked back again, Tariq's heart was already in her throat.

"Manager Barbie, what does Mr. Zhang say?" Tariq asked expectantly.

Barbie looked at the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "Although I don't want to help you, but I have a kind OSS, he decided to sponsor you for 180,000 meters regardless of his past suspicions."

"God," Tariq, who had five figures with little plums, covered his face with his hands and thanked him again and again, "I don't know what to say, I'm grateful, my colleagues and I are grateful, you don't know, I've visited more than ten business owners and farmers, and although they are also very generous, most of them are only a few hundred to two thousand, and the most is ten thousand."

"Who donated 10,000?" Barbie asked.

"Wonderful Winery," Tariq introduced, "Miss Jennifer has sponsored us 10,000 meters."

Nothing else, Barbie rushed, "Somebody will bring the sponsorship check to the police station, you can go."

"Thank you," Tariq said again excitedly, promising before leaving, "There will be no less than four round-trip patrols a day on the 25-kilometer road from the northwest gate to the southeast gate of Kanfen Farm, including once at night."

This is exactly what Barbie wants, she is afraid to insist on anything, it is best to be fine, something may save her life, at least it can deter some small children.