0653 Thank You Letter
In the morning, Johnson came to the state tax bureau. According to the unwritten rules, consulting researcher is considered a "bullish" retirement method, at least much better than warehouse clerk or file clerk.
And consultant researchers can ask anything. As long as they don't interfere with the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or archives warehouse to retrieve some evidence materials.
He stopped the car and went to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director had gone to study. As for when he would return from studying, no one knew.
As the former director of the local tax bureau, Johnson knew the trick, which was to get rid of himself so that no one could be offended and things could be done at the same time.
Although the method is good, it cannot be used by everyone, only those who truly hold the power.
He sighed a little, came to the assistant director's office, knocked on the door, and walked in.
The assistant director was handling official business. He just raised his head and glanced at Johnson who was standing by the door, and then started to look down at the things on his desk. The pen in his hand did not stop, and he did not show any respect for Johnson.
Of course, there is no need to respect him, he is just a consultant researcher.
"Is something wrong, John?"
John is the abbreviation of Johnson. Federalists like to do this kind of thing. Simplifying other people's names seems to be a very fashionable thing. It seems that it can also build relationships with each other. However, in the workplace, this more often expresses a kind of Condescending and contemptuous.
If Johnson had more power than the Assistant Director at this time, he would never have the arrogance to shorten Johnson's name to "John", just like Mr. Johnson was simplified to Johnson.
The expression on Johnson's face didn't change much, but I don't know what he was thinking in his heart, "I heard from my colleagues that they arrested a guy named Fox?"
The assistant director's movements stopped, and he looked up at Johnson with some confusion, "Yes, is there any problem?"
Johnson nodded repeatedly, "That's right. I used to be the director of the local tax bureau in Sabine City, and I had dealt with this guy. I don't know if there is anything I can do to help..."
The assistant director put down the pen in his hand and placed his fingers on the table with his hands intertwined. He frowned and thought.
The green-skinned man took measures last night, but he didn't expect the old guy to be very harsh. He didn't say anything, and he didn't even cry out in pain.
Everyone has been in this business for a long time and has met tens of thousands of people. After the last measure, everyone basically knows who will confess and who can bite the bullet.
For people like Old Fox, it is not that punishment will solve the problem. On the contrary, the punishment may cause him to bite randomly or simply commit suicide. This kind of thing has not never happened.
And this is precisely why Qingpilian went to Culliland City immediately after completing the measures. He knew that there was no value in continuing to torment Old Fox, and he had to intervene in other ways.
What follows is a psychological battle, not injury and pain.
At this time, when no one had any good ideas, Johnson's step forward seemed to be an attempt.
After thinking about this relationship, the Assistant Director asked, "Do you and this... Fox know each other?"
Johnson shook his head, "I have heard of him. I also arranged daily investigation work at that time. I have not met him in person, but he must know me."
The assistant director frowned for a while, then nodded slowly, "Find a way to talk to him, do you know what I mean?"
"I understand, Director."
Johnson's inner turmoil was very intense when he called him "Director" because he was the director before and that's what others called him.
But when others call him, they are not as cautious and even a little humble as he is.
The Assistant Director waved his hand, and Johnson left the room, not forgetting to close the door carefully and gently to prevent the sound of the door closing from interrupting the Assistant Director's thoughts.
He stood outside the door for about ten seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile and walked towards the interrogation room.
Thanking his colleagues for opening the door for him, he entered the interrogation room.
Old Mr. Fox was sleeping, so he slept on the table. There was no bed here, and the ground was too cold. Even though it was summer, it was still too cold for an older man like him.
It was uncomfortable to sleep on his stomach, but he could only do it. The pain and hunger made him fall asleep quickly, until this moment.
The sound of the door opening disturbed him, and he slowly sat upright. Standing up too quickly could easily lead to sprains. After he sat upright completely, he turned to look at Johnson standing at the door.
The two of them are very familiar with each other. One is a suspect who often appears in dossier photos, and the other is the former director of the Sabine City Taxation Bureau who often appeared on TV. This relationship makes the two of them have a relationship even though they have never met. A strange sense of familiarity.
"Director Johnson..." Old Fox had a heart-wrenching smile on his purple face. His demeanor was impressive even to Johnson. At this time, he could not feel the emotion when he was trapped at all. Hesitant and helpless, there is only a kind of calmness and freedom.
Old Mr. Fox patted his clothes and said at the same time, "I'm sorry for letting you see my embarrassment. I'm sorry." He pointed to his thigh, "They kicked me. I'm still here now." I can't even stand up to greet you, so... I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked next to him and put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Looking at the look on old Mr. Fox's face, he knew that he had a bad day last night.
"I didn't expect that they would find you. It's surprising." Old Mr. Fox also didn't expect that today, the other party would also find former Director Johnson. He could feel that people like the State Taxation Bureau We are pressing forward step by step.
Director Johnson took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to Mr. Fox, and lit it for him.
He waved the match in his hand and let the wind extinguish the flame, "Someone asked me to tell you something. He will remember your friendship and wish your friendship long live."
After hearing this, old Mr. Fox had a smile on his lips, "Really..." He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and looked up at Johnson, "If you can still see him, help me tell him that this is what I should do. Got it."
Johnson nodded. He hesitated, but finally asked, "Is there anything you need me to do?"
Old Mr. Fox took away the cigarette in his mouth and said, "It would be great if you could let them get me something to eat. They have been starving me all day. My stomach hurts so much that it is best not to digest at all." s things."
"You may not know that in the middle of the night last night, I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes." Old Mr. Fox said and couldn't help laughing. "I always hear people say these things, but I never expected that people would eat them." I was so hungry that I felt like I could eat anything I saw.”
"If anyone asks me how I came here..."
Before he could finish speaking, Old Mr. Fox tapped the table with his index and middle fingers holding a cigarette. The rubber table made no sound, "I know how to say it."
There is no audio or video recording equipment in this room. It is specially used for measures, which can also be called torture.
No one will do this. Once some of the contents leak out, it will definitely be a huge scandal. Moreover, according to the Federal Charter and judicial interpretation, any testimony produced during the torture process and the chain of evidence produced by the testimony will not have legal effect.
At the same time, torture will also mean that there may be more cases involving torture, and then the entire system will be in big trouble because of these things.
Only after the measures are completed, will old Mr. Fox be transferred to other interrogation rooms, rooms with audio and video recordings. They will not beat him, but will also give him food and drink on time and treat him like a taxpayer.
Johnson stayed for a while, and the two chatted about some recent news in York State. After about five minutes, Johnson left the room.
He paused at the door for a while and told the supervisor to bring some food to old Mr. Fox.
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It was not until the afternoon that Johnson returned home from the state tax office. To his surprise, Lynch was not waiting for him here.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, the phone suddenly rang. It was Lynch.
"The director went to the General Bureau to participate in director training. I don't know when he will come back. Now the assistant director is fully responsible for this case."
"In addition, I also met Mr. Fox and told him what you said. He also asked me to tell you. He said that he deserves these..."
After saying this, he remained silent. After about a few seconds, Lynch's gentle voice came from the receiver, "Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson. It's getting late, so I won't interrupt."
Early the next morning, when Johnson returned to his ordinary life, he checked the mailbox as usual and found a white letter inside, with no signature and no postmark. It was very thin.
His heart suddenly started beating violently, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for a moment.
He licked his lips, put the letter in his pajamas pocket, and quickly returned to the study.
Sitting on the chair behind the window, with his back to the sun, he gently opened the envelope and revealed the contents.
A small piece of paper with the words "Jinhui Bank Cash Check" written on it...
There are no other words on the envelope or the small piece of paper inside to explain its meaning, but Johnson just knows that this is a thank you letter written by Lynch, thanking him for the trivial things he did yesterday...
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① Using two attitudes before and after to reflect the attitude of the assistant director reflects the coldness and reality of society from the side, which is deeply ironic.
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