0035 Mouse drilled a hole in the embankment

At this time far away in Quriland Michael is still busy working, this time Quriland invited them to assist in solving the economic case of Heng Hui Group, as a federal tax bureau of investigation team leader, Michael quickly found something wrong.

It's not that he's found anything that has a clue about the Everfair Group, but he's found some problems with a portion of the evidence that Quriland has included so far.

To put it in simpler terms, there are mistakes in the process of obtaining some evidence, and the sources of certain data in some evidence are questionable.

Whether it's a tax case or an ordinary criminal case, it's really still essentially a process of piling up, a process of quantitative to qualitative change.

The investigators need to collect clues bit by bit, compose the evidence, and then put these evidences in a complete chain of evidence, and finally send the defendant to the trial bench.

The whole thing was intertwined, but the clues he saw, the evidence, had some minor flaws.

He didn't say it out loud though, this kind of thing was normal, when the top must want certain people to pay, the question of whether a deposition was legal or not wouldn't get anyone's attention until it came to the forefront!

Michael thought to himself that it might have something to do with the fact that the Everfair Group itself was a multinational conglomerate that involved foreign investment, and that those big capitalists in the Baylor Federation were never honestly competitive businessmen, and that they excelled much more in other areas than they really did in running a business.

At this time the telephone bell suddenly rang up, let him startled, because it is a major case, the investigation team must abide by the principle of confidentiality, that is, can not communicate with the outside, not allowed a single person to leave the workplace and everyone's sight.

Michael hadn't even considered that the phone on his desk was actually ringing.

He hesitated, then answered it, noting that a couple of the locals immediately stared at him, the kind of stares that didn't care if he noticed or not.

The call was from his wife, he pointed his toes at the floor and swiveled his office chair so that his back was to the others, "Honey, can't something wait until I get back?"

Mrs. Michael couldn't take the stress of the last two days any longer when she heard the familiar voice and broke down in tears, talking about what had happened to little Michael as she did so.

Michael jerked to his feet in shock, "How did this happen, what happened while I was gone the last few days?"

A few moments later he slumped back into his chair as his partner came over with some concern and watched him silently without saying a word.

After about a minute or two, Michael glanced at his partner and said, "I've got to get back, something's come up at home."

His partner didn't stop him, both being ten years old colleagues and knowing that Michael would never have left his post if certain big things hadn't happened, there was no value in persuading, so it was better to keep quiet.

The two men found the Director of the Federal Revenue Service in Quriland, and Michael told them what had happened at his home, and originally the Director had been debriefed by his men a long time ago, and was still trying to figure out how to deny Michael's request to return.

In the past few days of work time Michael's ability to work was seen by everyone, definitely the kind of top-notch, which is the most frequently touched by the investigation team's work.

The investigative team is a bit more comprehensive than the "agents" and "special agents" tax workers, and the addition of Michael and his boys speeds up the case considerably.

Now that Michael is leaving, those of his people may be slowed down in terms of efficiency at work because they lack a guide that they have become accustomed to.

But all these things happening in Michael's house are leaving the Director with no way to turn him down, his wife was almost assaulted in the middle of the night, his son was inexplicably framed and sent to prison, and if he doesn't let someone back in this situation, it's not a matter of being offended or not, it's a matter of making a vendetta.

The Director of Quriland could only sigh and approve Michael's departure, it was good to know that he was the only one leaving, his partner would be staying to take over Michael's duties, let's hope they could continue to play at their current speed!

Michael didn't make much of a stop either, and simply packed up his things and set out on his journey back to Sabine City overnight, the darkness of the wilderness not only not slowing his car down, but spurring him to push the gas to the floor.

Meanwhile in another, very different setting, Gap was talking to a few of the company's management about some of the next steps in the job.

They were in one of the more intimate private clubs, a private club that was one of those invitation-only establishments that if you weren't invited, you couldn't get in, even with all your money and status.

Several of the men entered the sauna after a brief shower, and when the door closed, Gap took it upon himself to walk over to the volcanic rock and scoop up a splash of cold water.

All of a sudden a large number of bubbles appeared on the surface of the stone eroded by the cold water, and a large amount of steam instantly filled the entire room, even the temperature seemed to have increased by several degrees.

"It's OK ..."

Someone in the steam gave a command, and Gap put down his ladle and sat on the wooden steps at the bottom.

"Gap ..."

"Yes, sir!"

A group director sitting on the highest floor tilted his head back, a towel soaked in ice water pressed against his face so that the heat and steam would only cause his body to sweat, not make him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Rolling hot water vapor is also a hindrance to breathing and can be uncomfortable, but after your face is covered with a towel dampened with ice water you feel like you've entered a whole new world.

His voice was a little muffled as it came through the towel, "I've talked to the board about you and they aren't opposed to you being promoted to become the new partner of the group, but you need to show what you can do."

A brief moment of calm fell over the sauna, and vaguely one could feel Gap's breathing intensify a bit.

It was only after another ten seconds or so that the one sitting at the highest level continued, "Heng Hui has been in trouble lately, and these things have nothing to do with us, but there are some business dealings between our two families."

"Alas ..., who could have thought that Heng Hui suddenly got into so much trouble, has accounts may not be too clear, you have to solve these problems as soon as possible, so that I can continue to say for you in the board of directors, understand?"

The man removed the towel from his face, and the towel, which had been cold, became warm and uncomfortable.

The guy, who looked to be about forty or so, with a nice set of skin and a fairly passable demeanor, looked askance at Gap, who bowed his head slightly.

For large companies, such as the group of companies Gap works for, which are the backbone of the local economy in Sabine, the tax system will turn a blind eye even if there are some nagging little problems in the company's accounts.

As long as they can get the vast majority of the taxes due into the FDIC's account on time every month, people will just turn a blind eye to those little mistakes.

There's no need to toss out a big taxpayer over some minor inconsequential issue, and really, if they're dead, who's going to provide so much tax revenue, political performance, and jobs when the time comes?

But now the situation is a bit special, Heng Hui's malpractice also involves members of the House of Representatives, coupled with the fact that they are multinational companies itself is a bit sensitive, sometimes the federal government will directly arrange for high-level working group to come down to take charge of the final wrap-up work.

For those investigators who have been at the top for a long time, neither life nor death at the bottom has anything directly to do with them, and they will neither gain anything by letting go high or high, nor will they lose their own interests by holding on for dear life.

The opposite is that if they can poke more holes, not only is it a political achievement for them, but it also provides ample fines for the federal government.

As for local issues ..., that has nothing to do with them.

As long as Gap can do this well, then the group board can consider promoting him up to become a new partner in a group company.