0047 You have the right to remain silent, every word you say may crucify you.

A little later, just after four o'clock in the afternoon, before the tax office closed, Mr. Fox had the money taken to the tax office for registration along with his set of various ticket stubs.

The law in the Commonwealth is such that if you want to deposit more than five thousand dollars in a bank, you must provide the bank with a legal certificate.

It's not the fact that the money is all real money that has to be proved, it's the manner in which these were obtained and whether or not they paid taxes on them that has to be proved.

Without these certificates, the bank will not accept the inflow of cash into the bank and will increase the level of monitoring of the relevant accounts accordingly.

At one time, some people used to settle the money in a relatively simple way, for example, they split the $10,000 into ten portions, which were then deposited by ten different people into their own accounts, and then transferred to a certain designated account.

Doing so effectively dodges the federally designated Large Cash Management Regulations, so why don't people use them?

In fact, it is as simple as that, once the bank transfer behavior occurs in a concentrated manner, the bank will simply freeze the outgoing and incoming accounts if it thinks the risk is too great, and will not unfreeze their accounts until both parties are able to provide sufficient evidence to prove that the money is legitimate.

The truth is that they rightfully can't prove it, and then the bank forfeits the money and voluntarily swallows it right back to itself after paying special taxes to the IRS for the money.

If the owner of the account is not convinced, then just go ahead and sue, but most accounts that run into this kind of problem ultimately choose to eat a dummy, don't make a mess and end up with no money and no one.

In addition to the banks keeping an eye on the various accounts, the FBI's Financial Crimes Investigations Division was also keeping an eye on the accounts, and perhaps some survivors did exist, but more were uncovered by people.

Countless cases have reminded people time and time again that they can break the law, but they can't not pay their taxes.

After Mr. Fox's nephew and a few of his men drove the money in a box truck to the tax office to register it, they took the forms, stamped with the completion of the tax registration of the city of Sabine, to the nearby Flourish Bank, a bank that had been in existence for a very long time, and one of the six largest banks in the Empire.

Its founders came from Baylor federal union's predecessor, Prince Flourish, during the Baylor Empire, which fell but some things remained.

The moment the group stepped into the bank with the cart used to transport the change, a huge crystal chandelier hung down from the upper space with a height of at least twenty meters, the light sent through every crystal prism to every corner of the bank.

The daily maintained marble on the floor is like a mirror, and the rare golden natural marble hidden underneath the mirror emits a stream of light.

This place is like a temple of gold, with an air of honor everywhere.

A bank manager of remarkable instrumentation was already standing by the door waiting for the party, and he greeted them with a warm smile on his face, as he continued to make inquiries, and also to fill in a form on the writing-board in his hand, and to look at the tax-registration forms in the hands of the chargers.

It says bank manager, but it's actually a Flourish Bank account manager, and there are at least two dozen managers like that in this hall, all of whom have their own offices and their own clients only.

"Just a moment, I'll go and declare ...", the manager asked the staff to bring some coffee and snacks while walking towards the administrative office inside, which is a standard procedure.

A large amount of change deposits need to call a considerable number of people to "sieve", the bank has a sieve machine, like a countryside farmer's home sieve, after manual screening, different denominations, different sizes of coins will fall down from different holes, to speed up the speed of counting.

Even though this is already a very fast way in the eyes of the bank, it still takes a while.

It was at this point that the phone behind Mr. Fox, who was enjoying his Kelorfu, suddenly rang, and he took a drag of the Kelorfu , the rich smoke as textured as a thick liquid was encased in his mouth, and he stirred his tongue, each floating molecule cracking open, bringing him a pleasant enjoyment.

On the third time the phone rang, he blinked and walked over to the table to pick up the phone, "Get Now Finance here ..."

The sweet voice of the operator immediately came from the other end of the phone, "Dear Mr. Fox, this is Flourish Bank's phone attendant, there is an abnormality in the access to your account in our bank, if you have the time, please go to the nearby Flourish Bank lobby as soon as possible to have it dealt with... ..."

"Something wrong with my account?" , Mr. Fox didn't immediately realize that it was a trap or that he was the one in the trap, he simply thought that something might be wrong with the cash checks he had recently gotten.

For some reason more or less known to all, counterfeit cash checks happen many times a year in Baylor Commonwealth.

No matter how counterfeit-proof cash checks are, it's ultimately difficult to completely eliminate counterfeiting, and with this era not yet in the electronic information age, cashing checks across state lines can be a tedious and lengthy process for banks, but for those who counterfeit, it's just a matter of moments.

It also creates hundreds of cases of disputes every year, and most of the time the banks are less likely to take on all the responsibility themselves, and will try to find fault with the check owner and then minimize their payout as much as possible.

Whenever something like this happens, they notify the owner of the account, go to the bank and fix it, or maybe upgrade their cash checkbook.

Mr. Fox hung up the phone and grimaced, taking his son with him quickly into the bank, only to be a little surprised that his men were still in the manager's office, the money hadn't been deposited yet, and the day was looking a little slow.

"Still?" , he frowned a little, at his age, he was past the age where he liked surprises and surprises, and whenever things took some unpredictable turn, it made him feel irritated.

The manager nodded his head, "There are more people coming to conduct business today, and there is no way to spare too much manpower for the time being, please wait for a while ..."

Meanwhile, where Mr. Fox hadn't noticed, there were at least two cameras and a video camera trained on him, and the FBI and the F.D.A. never have to wait too long when they're teaming up to take care of someone, especially when that someone is also potentially a criminal.

"Almost ready for action ..."

Before Mr. Fox had a chance to get to the desk, a guy who looked like a bank employee came in from outside, the manager of the room left the room straight away, the guy who came in had a writing pad in his hand, and with a smile, he pointed to Mr. Fox to a couch off to the side, "Sit!"

This move, which seemed to Mr. Fox to be a little confused, immediately triggered his vigilance, and most people who have something troublesome going on in their bodies are in a state of alertness for a long time.

Instead of doing it, he frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The visitor laughed, and instead of answering Mr. Fox's words, he told the staff in the office who were counting the coins to stop, and in order to nail these people straight away, the IRS side adopted the decision of the FBI side.

The reason they won't move the coins is to completely plug the plug on Mr. Fox's last excuse - that the money is out of their sight and may be replaced.

It seemed a bit silly, but it worked, after all, the message from the top was to get this over and done with as soon as possible, and as soon as possible was all that mattered.

The man slowly and methodically pulled back the lapel of his coat, revealing his ID stuck inside at his pocket, along with his FBI badge, "Financial Crimes Investigations Section Operations, Mr. Fox, or would you please take a seat, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand still after hearing what I'm going to say next ... "

In the other room, three solemn-faced men with headsets, which had some slight noises in them other than this one.

On the table in front of them, two recording devices were slowly spinning ...