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The Wealth Code

If you could live your life over again, what would it be? Or like this time, to be an ordinary person, Or take the world as the stage, stir up the world, let the whole world dance around you, let people's hearts beat faster because of your every word and action? Write your own laws, set the rules I said, life is just a few decades, either light up yourself, or burn the world! In a strange universe, a world completely different from what we know,in a unique class, a professor who has been awarded many international academic honors, with his humble, awe and respect, wrote a name on the blackboard - Lynch!"

Lifeiyu2001 · Fantasy
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178 Chs

0046 Possessed of a full mind and a full heart

Saidar, a sole proprietor and private transportation company, got the right to operate public transportation in Sabine for the next four years and four additional years through a bidding process a few years ago.

The explanation for why it was four years and an additional four years of operating rights for the populace was that if Saidar didn't do well in the first four years, then the contract wouldn't be renewed for the next additional four years.

But in reality this contract follows the federal presidential term of office, each president's inauguration, reelection, is not his alone, it is related to the functioning of the entire federal government at the top.

These ministers, selected by the president, also select the deputies they want, a rather complex yet simple process that is, to put it plainly, the act of standing in line.

Maybe in the beginning many people didn't realize that there was something else beyond the power you could gain by becoming president, but now people have learned that it's wealth.

For every president, for every eight years, there is an economy born around the president's power to rule, but the people never know it.

These consortiums that would have been born with the president's first or last name are often hidden in other consortiums, such as the last president, H.E. Jottson, and out of sight of the populace there is such a Jottson Group of Companies.

On the periphery of this group of companies, there is a consortium to cover for it, so that most people will not see the name "Jottson" directly, but rather a subsidiary of so-and-so consortium, people at the bottom will never reach the truth.

Saidar is the company that took some similar advantage, and the owner of Saidar has a bit of a relationship with someone in the president's line of staff, not too close, not good enough to say, obviously not to that extent, but distant enough to say a few words.

So he took the public transportation operation in Sabine almost easily and showed his loyalty by bleeding above in certain unseen places.

Don't look down on urban public transportation, it's a big deal; with a total population of only 760,000, Sabine has almost 200,000+ trips per day that require intra-city movement via public transportation.

Assuming that all these people are moving short distances, that is, within five kilometers, and that the fare is only twenty-five cents, the proceeds from ticket sales alone in a day's time exceed fifty thousand dollars, and in a month that is millions of dollars in business income.

Perhaps when confronted with this figure Saidar's owner will still push for those operational costs, such as gas, staff salaries, attrition, and even upfront investment.

Some people will be fooled by him, but some will not, because the town hall also gives a certain amount of subsidy to Saidar Transport every year.

The bidding is not about how much it will cost to contract the entire city's transportation program, but how much the government must pay them at a minimum in order for them to "hold out".

Yes, the spirit and dedication of Saidar Transportation is heartwarming, minimizing financial subsidies when they know it's not profitable, and for what?

This is the spirit of dedication, a spirit that burns itself out for others.

Well, the above is pure bullshit.

At this time in Saidar's company, people from the Financial Crimes Investigations Division under the Federal Bureau of Investigation, as well as people from the Federal Tax Service in Sabine City were gathered, and Saidar's boss was not very willing to cooperate with these people's demands until he received a phone call, after which he reluctantly began to cooperate.

He signed several agreements with camera money on camera and watched as the men threw baskets and baskets of coins into a pool and fished them out to dry.

He also watched as the men dipped a roller in some clear, colorless ink and rolled it over the one and two dollar bills, and as for the latter he was not required to cooperate.

The feds were so upset about the law enforcement scandal that erupted in Sabine that the FBI side started meddling in the crimes on this side as well, and it was said to be the top brass of the FBI who were also annoyed that some people were confusing them with the IRS, although it was true that a lot of the time, it was the Bureau of Investigations that was the one that was getting into the trouble.

It also made them decide to cooperate with the Federal Revenue Service to put down the public outcry and scandal caused by Sabine City, and as long as they could prove Lynch's guilt, then everything would be fine.

First, as is customary and the process, the first element in a similar business against Lynch and Mr. Fox is to confirm that Lynch is providing Mr. Fox with the necessary "ammunition" to bleach himself.

His legality could then be interpreted as exploiting a loophole in the law, and the IRS side could well derive a local bill to negate the legality of Lynch's business and throw him in jail.

This requires a complete chain of evidence - "evidence" created in the presence of a third party or more people to witness, through natural behavior into the hands of Lynch, then these "evidence The "evidence" is then carried by Mr. Fox to the IRS for verification, and then the income sent by Mr. Fox for verification is the evidence that flows into the market by the IRS, and as long as it exceeds a certain percentage, the judge will approve the entire criminal process and the illegal transactions between Mr. Lynch and Mr. Fox.

In order to cobble together a large amount of coins without alerting these people, they purposely approached the Saidar Transportation Company, and a few dollars a day in change was enough to create enough evidence to impact these crimes.

With that in mind, the investigator, who had been watching Richard for several days, dominated the deal, getting a lump sum of five thousand dollars in change and a promise from the other side that he could provide it for the long haul.

Saidar needs at least one cash van every day to take the money to the tax office to register it and then transfer it to the bank, not because they don't have time to do it, but because it's just "too much" money and if someone could convert it to whole money, it would save Saidar additional expenses in one way or another. Saidar's additional expenses.

And there's a huge profit in it, too, in terms of one point, even if the coin is only half, which is about twenty thousand, the person in charge of the deal will privately get at least two hundred bucks out of it.

It's not a crime, it's not a violation, it's not misappropriation, it's just a left hand for a right hand, and it's a few hundred dollars more in your own pocket, so why should you turn it down?

The money isn't just going to Lynch here either, it's going to all of Sabine, and the wrath of the Bureau of Investigation and the IRS is going to have to burn the entire city to quell it.

Under the ultraviolet light, the blinding fluorescence of the money seemed to turn into a smiling face, Lynch lifted the chemical cleaner and poured it in, soon the fluorescence on those coins began to be corroded by an invisible force.

It took him a total of four washes back and forth to get all the fluorescence out, but it was worth it.

He wiped his hands and walked out of the warehouse, smiled at Vera who was looking back at him, then walked over to the desk and lifted the phone, "Mr. Fox, you can arrange for a pickup!"

After hanging up the phone he tore off the stub of the check and gave it to Vera - the check wasn't simply just a check, except for the things that were invisible to the naked eye, it consisted of a check and a stub, and from this stub the IRS would go to the bank to clear the bottom of the cash check cashing depository when necessary, the same one Lynch had given to Richard, to determine whether or not there is a problem with the numbers associated with the books.

In addition to the ticket stubs, there are also legally binding ticket stubs registered by the company, triplicate notes, which, having been done, can't leave any loose ends.

After watching Vera do this, Lynch casually pressed on the back of the chair behind her, there was a slight touch on her body, Vera's body subconsciously moved forward, Lynch asked about her recent situation as if he hadn't noticed anything, "You look ... ", he bristled, "... a little haggard, did something happen, do you need my help?"

Vera forced a small smile, "It's nothing ...", and she averted her gaze to look elsewhere, incidentally pulling a hand through the loose hair at her temples and smoothing them behind her ear.

White cheeks with a few strands of hair permeated with a refreshing fragrance, Lynch's hand pressed on her shoulder and said sincerely, "We're friends, if there's anything you need from me, or anything I can do for you, be sure to let me know, anytime!"

Vera looked back at him gratefully and nodded subconsciously, "I will."

The saying that everyone is unique and everyone is precious is not wrong most of the time, but when some people start making comparisons between people, some are as valuable as treasures and some are as scum.

Lynch's eyes were as if they could talk, and after the two of them stared at each other for about seven or eight seconds, he nodded his head and turned away decisively.

Watching his back as he walked away, Vera's lips parted slightly to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Her gaze returned a little dully to the palm resting on her legs, and she looked at the wedding ring on her hand, feeling like it was all a joke.