0008 We have rules

"There's nothing here ..."

The other investigator, unaware of what was happening here, threw out both boxes of tattered clothes, including the wooden crate that had been used to hold them, which had been broken into several pieces.

There weren't any coins or change here, not to mention the hundreds and thousands of change in the threads, not even a single coin.

The first reaction of the investigators who were in the middle of a subtle standoff upon hearing this was that it couldn't be, they had investigated it pretty much to the point that this kid named Lynch had been exchanging change on a massive scale in ways that people couldn't even begin to imagine.

No one at all would have gone so far as to lose money on change before Lynch came along, and he set the precedent behind his almost endless exchange of change, which was assumed by Sabine City Tax Collector investigators to be used for Fox's use.

During this time, Lynch only contacted Fox and no one else, and in the past few days, Fox's laundromat's tax returns showed an extremely significant increase, and the Sabine tax office considered Lynch to be "Mr. Key."

In fact, since the day before yesterday, someone has been watching him, according to his action pattern, he should now take the collected coins to the laundromat, ostensibly to wash clothes, but in fact, it is an illegal transaction.

Then he would continue to start exchanging change until the next time he got a certain amount together again.

Once we catch him with all that change in his hand and mark it, and then have Lynch take the coins to the laundromat, the whole chain of evidence is complete.

As soon as Fox started filing his tax returns, this side immediately arranged for a commissioner to come over and check all this information he had submitted, and then catch one on the spot to send him to jail.

Everything was well calculated, but there was a problem here. There was not even a single coin in the car except a pile of old clothes, where did the money go?

For a brief period of three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds, the investigator's eyes appeared briefly lost in thought, followed by him looking back at Lynch and pointing at him, "Be careful ..."

With that, he patted the lapels of his trench coat and quickly left the area with another investigator as they rushed to another scene.

Their extensive experience on the job had not led them to place their hopes solely on this group, and another group had raided Lynch's current temporary residence; if there was no money here, then it must be in his room.

Just the investigator always felt that things would not be so simple, Lynch, this young man ... he was a bit unable to see through, not at all like a young man who had just come out of the ivory tower and still remained in awe of the world.

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

The sun shone on his face and there was nothing to see that he had just been humiliated and punched in the face, it was as if nothing had happened and the smile hadn't changed.

A few minutes later he arrived in the laundromat and went straight into the storeroom at the back of the laundromat, followed by two young men who, after greeting him, took their tools and began to dismantle the cart.

The wheelbarrow was not small, and the main structure was all sturdy steel tubing, lined with steel wire, which was obvious at a glance, so that investigator did not bother to examine the wheelbarrow closely.

The manager of the laundromat on the side handed over a cigarette, lit the fire for Lynch, and apologized, "I'm very sorry, I already know what happened just now, but we didn't step in to help you ...."

Lynch's gaze passed over the shopkeeper's shoulder as he watched two workers laboriously lift the disassembled steel tubes of the cart and start tilting them against a basket.

With a clattering sound of clashing metal, coins of all colors poured out of the steel tube like tap water.

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

Mr. Fox had expressed his desire to recruit Lynch more than once during this time, and he was willing to offer Lynch a superb salary of three thousand dollars a month.

In a society where the per capita monthly income was only two or three hundred, ten times the average monthly salary was enough to move many people, but not Lynch.

He knew that people like Fox, who traveled on a gray trajectory, would have a hard time shaking off the watchful eyes of certain people for the rest of their lives, and once he said yes, he would become one of them, and no matter what he did in the future, there would be someone 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 started to notice him, he had almost completed his initial primitive accumulation.

Plus, he couldn't look at a guy who was living on borrowed money for the poor in a small town.

The store manager smiled and didn't say anything, and Lynch instead asked again, "Who was that guy who hit me?"

He kept his head down, puffing on his cigarette, his gaze directed downward, his hair and smoke obscuring his eyes, and there was no way for the store manager to observe through Lynch's eyes the true emotions he was feeling at that moment.

"Michael, the head of the Federal Tax Investigation Unit in Sabine, he's a very troublesome man, and you'd better not think those not-so-appropriate thoughts."

The store manager was kind enough to remind that the federal tax itself was a system unto itself, and not only did they have investigators, agents, and operatives, they even had their own militarized force.

It may sound ridiculous and absurd, but that's what it is, a regular, complete unit with the most formalized and professional military training for use in targeting certain specific armed tax protests.

That's why most people tell rookies who are just starting out that you can do the vast majority of things you want to do, but you have to go to your local tax office and file your taxes by the 7th of every month or ...

Michael's status and position as the head of the investigative team of the Federal Tax Administration in Sabine City, though not the highest, is still considered mid-level.

Such people even Fox would not want to offend each other without reason, and for these tax checkers, there are slip-ups in everyone.

Because a person can't accurately memorize the ratio of every income to tax, it only takes one wrong decimal point or a certain digit after the decimal point for them to put you in jail.

Lynch nodded, pinched his hands and took a drag on his cigarette, "I know, I'll take the initiative to get out of his way next time I see him ..."

The store manager patted Lynch on the shoulder and didn't continue on the topic, "How much is it this time?"

"Not counting change, four thousand five hundred dollars!"

The store manager froze slightly after hearing this, and then smiled immediately afterward as he pulled a few rolls of bills tied with leather bands out of his pocket.

They were all in five and ten dollar denominations, and these bills were also very old and easily spent.

For the whole community, these five-dollar, ten-dollar bills are like these coins in a laundromat, and no one can be prepared to say what each one has gone through to get here.

The IRS also had to make the money clean in the amount that the laundromat had filed its tax return, and it was deposited in the bank in their presence.

Lynch rolled up the money and stuffed it back into the cart, he waited a moment to take all his dirty clothes with him after he did the dishes 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, they didn't even find a single thing of value.

"Hell no!"

They didn't get any real and valid evidence and alarmed Lynch & Fox, which would have caused them more trouble and the investigation could have been terminated as a result.