Chapter 53
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After all, people are profit seeking animals. As long as they are animals, it is difficult to get rid of the instinctive trend. No one in this world can be absolutely rational. When facing choices, they often choose the option that is most beneficial to them.
Unfortunately, a person saved himself and the face of Saibin tax bureau, and all law enforcement systems saved some scores. Johnson knew how to choose. He just didn't want to say it.
The more people's hearts are filled with darkness from ugliness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy purity, no matter what means.
Human nature may be called "human nature", because human nature is complex enough and degenerate enough, which can set off and give more connotation to the word "human nature".
Director Johnson took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Lynch's calm eyes made him feel like the tip of a needle stuck on his body, which made him very uneasy and uncomfortable.
He rarely meets such a well disguised but highly aggressive look, which is the look of the superior. It's like he gives himself a condition, knows that he can't make his own choice, and pretends to be generous to let himself choose, but he can only choose the only answer.
It hurt a little. There was more sweat on his face and neck. Maybe it was too hot in here. Maybe it was because the "alone" face-to-face communication with Lynch made him feel too much pressure. He suddenly stood up.
Originally, after standing up, he also pulled out of the chair and turned to leave. The action paused here. He was a little inexplicable guilty and explained, "I want to consider, yes, consider..."
He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made the "please" action, he walked out of the barbecue shop while wiping his sweat. He stood on the sidewalk with his wet handkerchief and looked back at Lynch looming in the shadow. His hands trembled slightly.
His hands were a little disobedient. Suddenly, he became angry and suddenly threw his slightly heavy and wet handkerchief to the ground. He gasped. The strange eyes of passers-by calmed him down quickly.
He patted his mouth, got into the car, shivered, took out the key, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, caught fire, stepped on the accelerator and soon disappeared on the roadside.
After returning home, Johnson locked himself in his study. He rarely took a bottle of spirits used to decorate the wine rack. He only drank when he was socializing. He didn't like drinking. This may have something to do with his drunken father often beating him and his mother after drinking.
Over the past 40 years, some things and some people have become the past tense, but some things still seem to be more than 40 years ago, and have not changed at all.
Cup after cup of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt made his mood fluctuate greatly, because his decision would change the lives of three people and even destroy them, but he had no other choice.
Director Johnson is a good man. At least that's what people in the tax bureau say. It's his gentleness that made him the director, and it's his gentleness that stopped him at this moment, but now these are going to change.
The next day, the director who was easy to talk in people's eyes disappeared and was replaced by a director who always frowned and had a pale and sharp feeling in his voice.
In the next few days, with the continuous fermentation of public opinion, Saibin, a small city in the second tier of Baylor Federation, became the focus of the whole Federation and even the world for the first time. This feeling... Is very strange.
There are some fresh faces in the streets of the central block of the city. They always hold a microphone in their hands, and there will be an interview car not far from them.
The workers' Union even launched a one-day strike over the weekend for this matter. The management of Saibin trade union also paid a special visit to Lynch and expressed their indignation at the abuse of power by the law enforcement department.
In short, this is a very magical time. Everyone feels very fresh.
In this new, the case of little Michael was opened. Because Michael himself was in trouble and little Michael refused any visit, the court appointed a lawyer as little Michael's defense lawyer.
After more than half an hour of discussion between the defense lawyer and little Michael, the defense lawyer agreed with little Michael's plea and will help him fight for less prison term as much as possible.
For lawyers who have to rely on court assignments to muddle along, the success rate has long been ignored by them. They can muddle along day by day.
In this case, little Michael appeared in the dock of the court.
Michael's application to attend was approved. After all, he is little Michael's father. Although he is now under house arrest waiting for the result of another injury case, the court allowed him to attend.
It was only three or five days that I didn't see him. It seemed that a year had passed since the father and son met in court. Michael looked at the haggard little Michael, and his heart was like a knife. Little Michael reluctantly smiled.
Little Michael read out a confession that he didn't know where he came from. After a series of processes, the lawyer helped little Michael win a nine month sentence. To be honest, the sentence for burglary was only nine months, which exceeded many people's imagination.
Based on Michael's young age, no previous criminal history, and being able to get full scholarships from childhood to adulthood, the lawyer thinks that his burglary is more like a passionate crime without subjective consciousness.
The court browsed the relevant materials, finally recognized the defense lawyer's defense and gave him a minimum sentence. It has to be said that little Michael has helped him with a full scholarship all the year round.
Michael was expelled from the court because he interfered with the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his mood and specially approved him to meet little Michael later.
At this time, Michael held his head in his hands and cried silently and painfully. He kept hammering his forehead and head with his fist and palm, as if he hated himself.
The quiet corridor made his slight cry more obvious. When he was in great pain, he felt someone sitting beside him.
At this time, Michael was like a wounded lion. He didn't lift his head and opened his mouth. A word "roll" tore his vocal cord and gushed out of his throat, which was full of tyranny.
But the people sitting next to him were unmoved. Then Michael heard the sound of lighter, and then there was the strong smell of cigarettes.
He wiped the tears in his eyes and face. He didn't want his embarrassment to be seen by others. He was a tough guy. He felt that he wanted to tell the people around him in the image of a tough guy and get away from him.
Just as he was about to roar, a familiar voice sounded in his ear!
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that!"
Lynch, it's Lynch!
Michael will never forget this voice in his life. This voice has also become the main source of his recent nightmare. He glared at Lynch with red crying eyes. "You're proud to see my joke?"
Lynch tilted his mouth. He handed over a cigarette. Michael knocked off Lynch's hand. The cigarette rolled on the ground and rolled under the bench on the other side of the corridor.
"Have you always been like this, thinking that everyone should accept your bad temper?" Lynch took back his hand, which had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, with a trace of indifference in his eyes.
His face was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. The grumpy Michael closed his mouth. He looked down at his hands as if he were immersed in his own world.
Lynch looked at him, shrugged, stood up and looked down at him. "I'm just here to tell you that our grudge is almost over."
"You will get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your child. He has a lot of boyfriends in prison..."
Michael burst up again. He grabbed Lynch's collar with both hands, and Lynch raised his hands.
Although the lion is hurt, it is still a lion.
Lynch was not afraid of the tragic breath on Michael. He said jokingly, "if I were you, I would let go. You and your son have paid for your fault. You should also think about your wife..."
The next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale. Although the lion was terrible, it was not the opponent of the hunter after all.
Lynch straightened his collar and said with a smile, "well, I've finished what I should say. I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"
The footsteps went farther and farther. Michael turned his head rigidly and watched Lynch disappear in the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor. His consciousness seemed to be submerged by the light at the moment when Lynch integrated into the afterglow.
Like... Drowning, people can't breathe!
Even if it's light!
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After all, people are profit seeking animals. As long as they are animals, it is difficult to get rid of the instinctive trend. No one in this world can be absolutely rational. When facing choices, they often choose the option that is most beneficial to them.
Unfortunately, a person saved himself and the face of Saibin tax bureau, and all law enforcement systems saved some scores. Johnson knew how to choose. He just didn't want to say it.
The more people's hearts are filled with darkness from ugliness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy purity, no matter what means.
Human nature may be called "human nature", because human nature is complex enough and degenerate enough, which can set off and give more connotation to the word "human nature".
Director Johnson took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Lynch's calm eyes made him feel like the tip of a needle stuck on his body, which made him very uneasy and uncomfortable.
He rarely meets such a well disguised but highly aggressive look, which is the look of the superior. It's like he gives himself a condition, knows that he can't make his own choice, and pretends to be generous to let himself choose, but he can only choose the only answer.
It hurt a little. There was more sweat on his face and neck. Maybe it was too hot in here. Maybe it was because the "alone" face-to-face communication with Lynch made him feel too much pressure. He suddenly stood up.
Originally, after standing up, he also pulled out of the chair and turned to leave. The action paused here. He was a little inexplicable guilty and explained, "I want to consider, yes, consider..."
He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made the "please" action, he walked out of the barbecue shop while wiping his sweat. He stood on the sidewalk with his wet handkerchief and looked back at Lynch looming in the shadow. His hands trembled slightly.
His hands were a little disobedient. Suddenly, he became angry and suddenly threw his slightly heavy and wet handkerchief to the ground. He gasped. The strange eyes of passers-by calmed him down quickly.
He patted his mouth, got into the car, shivered, took out the key, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, caught fire, stepped on the accelerator and soon disappeared on the roadside.
After returning home, Johnson locked himself in his study. He rarely took a bottle of spirits used to decorate the wine rack. He only drank when he was socializing. He didn't like drinking. This may have something to do with his drunken father often beating him and his mother after drinking.
Over the past 40 years, some things and some people have become the past tense, but some things still seem to be more than 40 years ago, and have not changed at all.
Cup after cup of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt made his mood fluctuate greatly, because his decision would change the lives of three people and even destroy them, but he had no other choice.
Director Johnson is a good man. At least that's what people in the tax bureau say. It's his gentleness that made him the director, and it's his gentleness that stopped him at this moment, but now these are going to change.
The next day, the director who was easy to talk in people's eyes disappeared and was replaced by a director who always frowned and had a pale and sharp feeling in his voice.
In the next few days, with the continuous fermentation of public opinion, Saibin, a small city in the second tier of Baylor Federation, became the focus of the whole Federation and even the world for the first time. This feeling... Is very strange.
There are some fresh faces in the streets of the central block of the city. They always hold a microphone in their hands, and there will be an interview car not far from them.
The workers' Union even launched a one-day strike over the weekend for this matter. The management of Saibin trade union also paid a special visit to Lynch and expressed their indignation at the abuse of power by the law enforcement department.
In short, this is a very magical time. Everyone feels very fresh.
In this new, the case of little Michael was opened. Because Michael himself was in trouble and little Michael refused any visit, the court appointed a lawyer as little Michael's defense lawyer.
After more than half an hour of discussion between the defense lawyer and little Michael, the defense lawyer agreed with little Michael's plea and will help him fight for less prison term as much as possible.
For lawyers who have to rely on court assignments to muddle along, the success rate has long been ignored by them. They can muddle along day by day.
In this case, little Michael appeared in the dock of the court.
Michael's application to attend was approved. After all, he is little Michael's father. Although he is now under house arrest waiting for the result of another injury case, the court allowed him to attend.
It was only three or five days that I didn't see him. It seemed that a year had passed since the father and son met in court. Michael looked at the haggard little Michael, and his heart was like a knife. Little Michael reluctantly smiled.
Little Michael read out a confession that he didn't know where he came from. After a series of processes, the lawyer helped little Michael win a nine month sentence. To be honest, the sentence for burglary was only nine months, which exceeded many people's imagination.
Based on Michael's young age, no previous criminal history, and being able to get full scholarships from childhood to adulthood, the lawyer thinks that his burglary is more like a passionate crime without subjective consciousness.
The court browsed the relevant materials, finally recognized the defense lawyer's defense and gave him a minimum sentence. It has to be said that little Michael has helped him with a full scholarship all the year round.
Michael was expelled from the court because he interfered with the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his mood and specially approved him to meet little Michael later.
At this time, Michael held his head in his hands and cried silently and painfully. He kept hammering his forehead and head with his fist and palm, as if he hated himself.
The quiet corridor made his slight cry more obvious. When he was in great pain, he felt someone sitting beside him.
At this time, Michael was like a wounded lion. He didn't lift his head and opened his mouth. A word "roll" tore his vocal cord and gushed out of his throat, which was full of tyranny.
But the people sitting next to him were unmoved. Then Michael heard the sound of lighter, and then there was the strong smell of cigarettes.
He wiped the tears in his eyes and face. He didn't want his embarrassment to be seen by others. He was a tough guy. He felt that he wanted to tell the people around him in the image of a tough guy and get away from him.
Just as he was about to roar, a familiar voice sounded in his ear!
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that!"
Lynch, it's Lynch!
Michael will never forget this voice in his life. This voice has also become the main source of his recent nightmare. He glared at Lynch with red crying eyes. "You're proud to see my joke?"
Lynch tilted his mouth. He handed over a cigarette. Michael knocked off Lynch's hand. The cigarette rolled on the ground and rolled under the bench on the other side of the corridor.
"Have you always been like this, thinking that everyone should accept your bad temper?" Lynch took back his hand, which had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, with a trace of indifference in his eyes.
His face was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. The grumpy Michael closed his mouth. He looked down at his hands as if he were immersed in his own world.
Lynch looked at him, shrugged, stood up and looked down at him. "I'm just here to tell you that our grudge is almost over."
"You will get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your child. He has a lot of boyfriends in prison..."
Michael burst up again. He grabbed Lynch's collar with both hands, and Lynch raised his hands.
Although the lion is hurt, it is still a lion.
Lynch was not afraid of the tragic breath on Michael. He said jokingly, "if I were you, I would let go. You and your son have paid for your fault. You should also think about your wife..."
The next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale. Although the lion was terrible, it was not the opponent of the hunter after all.
Lynch straightened his collar and said with a smile, "well, I've finished what I should say. I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"
The footsteps went farther and farther. Michael turned his head rigidly and watched Lynch disappear in the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor. His consciousness seemed to be submerged by the light at the moment when Lynch integrated into the afterglow.
Like... Drowning, people can't breathe!
Even if it's light!
After all, people are profit seeking animals. As long as they are animals, it is difficult to get rid of the instinctive trend. No one in this world can be absolutely rational. When facing choices, they often choose the option that is most beneficial to them.Unfortunately, a person saved himself and the face of Saibin tax bureau, and all law enforcement systems saved some scores. Johnson knew how to choose. He just didn't want to say it.The more people's hearts are filled with darkness from ugliness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy purity, no matter what means.Human nature may be called "human nature", because human nature is complex enough and degenerate enough, which can set off and give more connotation to the word "human nature".Director Johnson took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Lynch's calm eyes made him feel like the tip of a needle stuck on his body, which made him very uneasy and uncomfortable.He rarely meets such a well disguised but highly aggressive look, which is the look of the superior. It's like he gives himself a condition, knows that he can't make his own choice, and pretends to be generous to let himself choose, but he can only choose the only answer.It hurt a little. There was more sweat on his face and neck. Maybe it was too hot in here. Maybe it was because the "alone" face-to-face communication with Lynch made him feel too much pressure. He suddenly stood up.Originally, after standing up, he also pulled out of the chair and turned to leave. The action paused here. He was a little inexplicable guilty and explained, "I want to consider, yes, consider..."He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made the "please" action, he walked out of the barbecue shop while wiping his sweat. He stood on the sidewalk with his wet handkerchief and looked back at Lynch looming in the shadow. His hands trembled slightly.His hands were a little disobedient. Suddenly, he became angry and suddenly threw his slightly heavy and wet handkerchief to the ground. He gasped. The strange eyes of passers-by calmed him down quickly.He patted his mouth, got into the car, shivered, took out the key, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, caught fire, stepped on the accelerator and soon disappeared on the roadside.After returning home, Johnson locked himself in his study. He rarely took a bottle of spirits used to decorate the wine rack. He only drank when he was socializing. He didn't like drinking. This may have something to do with his drunken father often beating him and his mother after drinking.Over the past 40 years, some things and some people have become the past tense, but some things still seem to be more than 40 years ago, and have not changed at all.Cup after cup of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt made his mood fluctuate greatly, because his decision would change the lives of three people and even destroy them, but he had no other choice.Director Johnson is a good man. At least that's what people in the tax bureau say. It's his gentleness that made him the director, and it's his gentleness that stopped him at this moment, but now these are going to change.The next day, the director who was easy to talk in people's eyes disappeared and was replaced by a director who always frowned and had a pale and sharp feeling in his voice.In the next few days, with the continuous fermentation of public opinion, Saibin, a small city in the second tier of Baylor Federation, became the focus of the whole Federation and even the world for the first time. This feeling... Is very strange.There are some fresh faces in the streets of the central block of the city. They always hold a microphone in their hands, and there will be an interview car not far from them.The workers' Union even launched a one-day strike over the weekend for this matter. The management of Saibin trade union also paid a special visit to Lynch and expressed their indignation at the abuse of power by the law enforcement department.In short, this is a very magical time. Everyone feels very fresh.In this new, the case of little Michael was opened. Because Michael himself was in trouble and little Michael refused any visit, the court appointed a lawyer as little Michael's defense lawyer.After more than half an hour of discussion between the defense lawyer and little Michael, the defense lawyer agreed with little Michael's plea and will help him fight for less prison term as much as possible.For lawyers who have to rely on court assignments to muddle along, the success rate has long been ignored by them. They can muddle along day by day.In this case, little Michael appeared in the dock of the court.Michael's application to attend was approved. After all, he is little Michael's father. Although he is now under house arrest waiting for the result of another injury case, the court allowed him to attend.It was only three or five days that I didn't see him. It seemed that a year had passed since the father and son met in court. Michael looked at the haggard little Michael, and his heart was like a knife. Little Michael reluctantly smiled.Little Michael read out a confession that he didn't know where he came from. After a series of processes, the lawyer helped little Michael win a nine month sentence. To be honest, the sentence for burglary was only nine months, which exceeded many people's imagination.Based on Michael's young age, no previous criminal history, and being able to get full scholarships from childhood to adulthood, the lawyer thinks that his burglary is more like a passionate crime without subjective consciousness.The court browsed the relevant materials, finally recognized the defense lawyer's defense and gave him a minimum sentence. It has to be said that little Michael has helped him with a full scholarship all the year round.Michael was expelled from the court because he interfered with the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his mood and specially approved him to meet little Michael later.At this time, Michael held his head in his hands and cried silently and painfully. He kept hammering his forehead and head with his fist and palm, as if he hated himself.The quiet corridor made his slight cry more obvious. When he was in great pain, he felt someone sitting beside him.At this time, Michael was like a wounded lion. He didn't lift his head and opened his mouth. A word "roll" tore his vocal cord and gushed out of his throat, which was full of tyranny.But the people sitting next to him were unmoved. Then Michael heard the sound of lighter, and then there was the strong smell of cigarettes.He wiped the tears in his eyes and face. He didn't want his embarrassment to be seen by others. He was a tough guy. He felt that he wanted to tell the people around him in the image of a tough guy and get away from him.Just as he was about to roar, a familiar voice sounded in his ear!"If I were you, I wouldn't do that!"Lynch, it's Lynch!Michael will never forget this voice in his life. This voice has also become the main source of his recent nightmare. He glared at Lynch with red crying eyes. "You're proud to see my joke?"Lynch tilted his mouth. He handed over a cigarette. Michael knocked off Lynch's hand. The cigarette rolled on the ground and rolled under the bench on the other side of the corridor."Have you always been like this, thinking that everyone should accept your bad temper?" Lynch took back his hand, which had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, with a trace of indifference in his eyes.His face was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. The grumpy Michael closed his mouth. He looked down at his hands as if he were immersed in his own world.Lynch looked at him, shrugged, stood up and looked down at him. "I'm just here to tell you that our grudge is almost over.""You will get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your child. He has a lot of boyfriends in prison..."Michael burst up again. He grabbed Lynch's collar with both hands, and Lynch raised his hands.Although the lion is hurt, it is still a lion.Lynch was not afraid of the tragic breath on Michael. He said jokingly, "if I were you, I would let go. You and your son have paid for your fault. You should also think about your wife..."The next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale. Although the lion was terrible, it was not the opponent of the hunter after all.Lynch straightened his collar and said with a smile, "well, I've finished what I should say. I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"The footsteps went farther and farther. Michael turned his head rigidly and watched Lynch disappear in the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor. His consciousness seemed to be submerged by the light at the moment when Lynch integrated into the afterglow.Like... Drowning, people can't breathe!Even if it's light!
