Chapter 654
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In the morning, Johnson came to the State Tax Bureau. According to the unwritten rules, the consultant researcher is a "bullish" retirement method, which is at least much better than the warehouse keeper or archivist.
And consultant researchers can ask about everything. As long as they don't interfere in the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or archives warehouse to read some evidence materials.
He stopped the car and came to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director had gone to study. No one knew when he would come back.
As a former director of the Local Taxation Bureau, Johnson knew very well that he was nothing more than picking himself out. No one would offend him and get things done at the same time.
Although the method is good, not everyone can use it. Only those who really hold power can do it.
He sighed a little, came to the assistant director's office, knocked on the door and went in.
The assistant director was dealing with official business. He just looked up at Johnson standing by the door, and then began to look down at the things on his desk. His pen didn't stop and showed no respect for Johnson.
Of course, I really don't need respect. I'm just a consultant researcher.
"What's up, John?"
John is the abbreviation of Johnson. Federates like to do such things. Simplifying other people's names seems to be a very fashionable thing, and it seems to be able to pull into each other's relationship. However, in the workplace, it often expresses a kind of condescending arrogance and contempt.
If Johnson had more power than the assistant director at this time, he would never presumptuously simplify Johnson's name to "John", just as Mr. Johnson was simplified to Johnson.
Johnson's expression didn't change much, but he didn't know what he thought, "I heard my colleague say I caught a guy named fox?"
The action in the assistant director's hand stopped. He looked up at Johnson with some doubts. "Yes, what's the problem?"
Johnson nodded again and again, "well, I used to be the director of the Local Taxation Bureau in Saibin city. I've dealt with this guy. I don't know what I can help..."
The assistant director put down his pen and put his hands and fingers on the table. He frowned and thought ①.
Green face took measures last night. Unexpectedly, the old man had a hard mouth and didn't say anything. He didn't even shout for pain.
We've been in this business for a long time. We've seen thousands of people. We basically know who will confess and who can bite our teeth after the last measure.
People like old fox don't say that the punishment can solve the problem. On the contrary, it may lead to his indiscriminate climbing and biting or suicide because of the punishment. This kind of thing hasn't happened.
This is precisely why Qingpi went to curiland immediately after taking measures. He knew that it was of little value to continue to toss about old fox and had to intervene from other aspects.
The next is psychological competition, not injury and pain.
At this time, when everyone had no good way, Johnson seemed to be an attempt.
After thinking about the relationship, the assistant director asked, "do you know this... Fox?"
Johnson shook his head. "I've heard of him. At that time, I also arranged daily investigation work. I haven't met him, but he must know me."
The assistant director grabbed his brow for a while, then slowly nodded his head, "find a way to talk to him, you know what I mean?"
"I understand, director."
When calling out the "director" of this bureau, Johnson's inner fluctuation was very fierce, because he was the director before, and that's what others call him.
But when others call him, he is not as cautious as he is, and even has some humility.
As soon as the assistant director waved his hand, Johnson left the room. He didn't forget to close the door carefully. He couldn't close it gently. He didn't let the sound of the door closing interrupt the assistant director's thinking.
He stood outside the door for about ten seconds, then shook his head with a bitter smile and walked towards the interrogation room.
Thanks to his colleagues, he opened the door and entered the interrogation room.
Old Mr. Fox was sleeping. He slept on the table. There was no bed here. The ground was too cold. Even if it was summer, it was still too cold for an old man.
Sleeping on his stomach was uncomfortable, but he could only do so. Pain and hunger made him fall asleep soon until this moment.
The sound of opening the door disturbed him. He slowly sat up straight and sprained easily too soon. After he sat up straight, he turned and looked at Johnson standing at the door.
The two are familiar with each other. One is the suspect who often appears in the file photos, and the other is the former director of Saibin tax bureau who often appears on TV. This relationship makes the two people have a strange sense of familiarity even though they have not met.
"Director Johnson..." old fox's blue face wore a heartbreaking smile. Even Johnson was impressed by his bearing. At this time, he could not feel his hesitation and helplessness when he was trapped, but only a kind of calm and free and easy.
Old Mr. Fox patted his clothes and said, "I'm sorry to let you see my embarrassment. It's rude." he pointed to his thigh. "They kicked me. I can't stand up and meet you now, so... I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked up to him and put his hands in his coat pocket. He looked at old Mr. Fox and knew that he had a bad night last night.
"I didn't expect that they would find you. It's amazing." old Mr. Fox didn't expect that today, the other party found the former director Johnson. He felt that the State Tax Bureau was pressing hard.
Director Johnson took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one for old 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 a word. He will remember your friendship and wish you long live."
After hearing this, old Mr. Fox smiled at the corners of his mouth. "Really..." he sighed heavily and looked up at Johnson. "If you can still see him, help me tell him that I deserve it."
Johnson nodded. He hesitated, but finally asked, "is there anything I can do?"
Old Mr. Fox took away the cigarette in his mouth. "If only you could let them get something for me to eat. They've been hungry all day. My stomach hurts badly. It's better to have something difficult to digest."
"You may not know that I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes in the middle of the night last night." old Mr. Fox said and couldn't help laughing. "I always hear people say these things. I didn't expect people to be very hungry. They really think they can eat anything."
"If someone asks me what happened..."
Before he finished, old Mr. Fox pointed the table with his index finger and middle finger with a cigarette. The rubber table couldn't make any sound, "I know what to say."
There is no audio and video recording equipment in this room. It is specially used for taking measures, which can also be called torture.
No one will do so. Once some of the contents flow out, it will definitely be a big scandal. Moreover, according to the federal charter and judicial interpretation, any testimony produced in the process of torture and the evidence chain produced by testimony do not have legal benefits.
At the same time, torture will also mean that there may be more cases involving torture, and then the whole system will be in big trouble because of these things.
Only when the measures are completed will old Mr. Fox be transferred to other interrogation rooms with audio and video recordings. They will not beat him, but will also give him food and drink on time and treat him as a taxpayer.
Johnson paused for a moment. They talked about some recent news in Yorkshire. About five minutes later, Johnson left the room.
He stopped at the door for a moment and told the supervisor to send some food to old Mr. Fox.
……
It was not until the afternoon that Johnson came home from the State Tax Bureau. To his surprise, Lynch was not waiting for him here.
At about seven o'clock in the evening, the phone suddenly rang. It was Lynch.
"The director went to the general administration to participate in the director training. I don't know when to come back. Now the assistant director is fully responsible for the case."
"In addition, I also met Mr. Fox and told him what you said. He also asked me to tell you that he deserved it..."
After saying this, he remained silent. About a few seconds later, Lynch's gentle voice came from the receiver, "thank you very much, Mr. Johnson. It's getting late. I won't disturb you."
Early the next morning, when Johnson returned to his ordinary life, he checked the mailbox according to the usual practice and found that there was a white letter in it, which was not signed, postmarked and very thin.
His heart suddenly beat violently, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for a moment.
He licked his lips, put the letter into his pajama pocket and quickly returned to his study.
Sitting in the chair behind the window, he turned his back to the sun. He gently opened the envelope and revealed the contents.
A small piece of paper with the words "cash check of Jinhui bank" written on it
There were no other words on the envelope and the little paper inside to explain its meaning, but Johnson knew that this was Lynch's letter of thanks for the trivial things he did yesterday
=
① , it is ironic to use the front and back two attitudes to reflect the assistant director's attitude, which reflects the cold and reality of society from the side.
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In the morning, Johnson came to the State Tax Bureau. According to the unwritten rules, the consultant researcher is a "bullish" retirement method, which is at least much better than the warehouse keeper or archivist.
And consultant researchers can ask about everything. As long as they don't interfere in the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or archives warehouse to read some evidence materials.
He stopped the car and came to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director had gone to study. No one knew when he would come back.
As a former director of the Local Taxation Bureau, Johnson knew very well that he was nothing more than picking himself out. No one would offend him and get things done at the same time.
Although the method is good, not everyone can use it. Only those who really hold power can do it.
He sighed a little, came to the assistant director's office, knocked on the door and went in.
The assistant director was dealing with official business. He just looked up at Johnson standing by the door, and then began to look down at the things on his desk. His pen didn't stop and showed no respect for Johnson.
Of course, I really don't need respect. I'm just a consultant researcher.
"What's up, John?"
John is the abbreviation of Johnson. Federates like to do such things. Simplifying other people's names seems to be a very fashionable thing, and it seems to be able to pull into each other's relationship. However, in the workplace, it often expresses a kind of condescending arrogance and contempt.
If Johnson had more power than the assistant director at this time, he would never presumptuously simplify Johnson's name to "John", just as Mr. Johnson was simplified to Johnson.
Johnson's expression didn't change much, but he didn't know what he thought, "I heard my colleague say I caught a guy named fox?"
The action in the assistant director's hand stopped. He looked up at Johnson with some doubts. "Yes, what's the problem?"
Johnson nodded again and again, "well, I used to be the director of the Local Taxation Bureau in Saibin city. I've dealt with this guy. I don't know what I can help..."
The assistant director put down his pen and put his hands and fingers on the table. He frowned and thought ①.
Green face took measures last night. Unexpectedly, the old man had a hard mouth and didn't say anything. He didn't even shout for pain.
We've been in this business for a long time. We've seen thousands of people. We basically know who will confess and who can bite our teeth after the last measure.
People like old fox don't say that the punishment can solve the problem. On the contrary, it may lead to his indiscriminate climbing and biting or suicide because of the punishment. This kind of thing hasn't happened.
This is precisely why Qingpi went to curiland immediately after taking measures. He knew that it was of little value to continue to toss about old fox and had to intervene from other aspects.
The next is psychological competition, not injury and pain.
At this time, when everyone had no good way, Johnson seemed to be an attempt.
After thinking about the relationship, the assistant director asked, "do you know this... Fox?"
Johnson shook his head. "I've heard of him. At that time, I also arranged daily investigation work. I haven't met him, but he must know me."
The assistant director grabbed his brow for a while, then slowly nodded his head, "find a way to talk to him, you know what I mean?"
"I understand, director."
When calling out the "director" of this bureau, Johnson's inner fluctuation was very fierce, because he was the director before, and that's what others call him.
But when others call him, he is not as cautious as he is, and even has some humility.
As soon as the assistant director waved his hand, Johnson left the room. He didn't forget to close the door carefully. He couldn't close it gently. He didn't let the sound of the door closing interrupt the assistant director's thinking.
He stood outside the door for about ten seconds, then shook his head with a bitter smile and walked towards the interrogation room.
Thanks to his colleagues, he opened the door and entered the interrogation room.
Old Mr. Fox was sleeping. He slept on the table. There was no bed here. The ground was too cold. Even if it was summer, it was still too cold for an old man.
Sleeping on his stomach was uncomfortable, but he could only do so. Pain and hunger made him fall asleep soon until this moment.
The sound of opening the door disturbed him. He slowly sat up straight and sprained easily too soon. After he sat up straight, he turned and looked at Johnson standing at the door.
The two are familiar with each other. One is the suspect who often appears in the file photos, and the other is the former director of Saibin tax bureau who often appears on TV. This relationship makes the two people have a strange sense of familiarity even though they have not met.
"Director Johnson..." old fox's blue face wore a heartbreaking smile. Even Johnson was impressed by his bearing. At this time, he could not feel his hesitation and helplessness when he was trapped, but only a kind of calm and free and easy.
Old Mr. Fox patted his clothes and said, "I'm sorry to let you see my embarrassment. It's rude." he pointed to his thigh. "They kicked me. I can't stand up and meet you now, so... I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked up to him and put his hands in his coat pocket. He looked at old Mr. Fox and knew that he had a bad night last night.
"I didn't expect that they would find you. It's amazing." old Mr. Fox didn't expect that today, the other party found the former director Johnson. He felt that the State Tax Bureau was pressing hard.
Director Johnson took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one for old 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 a word. He will remember your friendship and wish you long live."
After hearing this, old Mr. Fox smiled at the corners of his mouth. "Really..." he sighed heavily and looked up at Johnson. "If you can still see him, help me tell him that I deserve it."
Johnson nodded. He hesitated, but finally asked, "is there anything I can do?"
Old Mr. Fox took away the cigarette in his mouth. "If only you could let them get something for me to eat. They've been hungry all day. My stomach hurts badly. It's better to have something difficult to digest."
"You may not know that I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes in the middle of the night last night." old Mr. Fox said and couldn't help laughing. "I always hear people say these things. I didn't expect people to be very hungry. They really think they can eat anything."
"If someone asks me what happened..."
Before he finished, old Mr. Fox pointed the table with his index finger and middle finger with a cigarette. The rubber table couldn't make any sound, "I know what to say."
There is no audio and video recording equipment in this room. It is specially used for taking measures, which can also be called torture.
No one will do so. Once some of the contents flow out, it will definitely be a big scandal. Moreover, according to the federal charter and judicial interpretation, any testimony produced in the process of torture and the evidence chain produced by testimony do not have legal benefits.
At the same time, torture will also mean that there may be more cases involving torture, and then the whole system will be in big trouble because of these things.
Only when the measures are completed will old Mr. Fox be transferred to other interrogation rooms with audio and video recordings. They will not beat him, but will also give him food and drink on time and treat him as a taxpayer.
Johnson paused for a moment. They talked about some recent news in Yorkshire. About five minutes later, Johnson left the room.
He stopped at the door for a moment and told the supervisor to send some food to old Mr. Fox.
……
It was not until the afternoon that Johnson came home from the State Tax Bureau. To his surprise, Lynch was not waiting for him here.
At about seven o'clock in the evening, the phone suddenly rang. It was Lynch.
"The director went to the general administration to participate in the director training. I don't know when to come back. Now the assistant director is fully responsible for the case."
"In addition, I also met Mr. Fox and told him what you said. He also asked me to tell you that he deserved it..."
After saying this, he remained silent. About a few seconds later, Lynch's gentle voice came from the receiver, "thank you very much, Mr. Johnson. It's getting late. I won't disturb you."
Early the next morning, when Johnson returned to his ordinary life, he checked the mailbox according to the usual practice and found that there was a white letter in it, which was not signed, postmarked and very thin.
His heart suddenly beat violently, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for a moment.
He licked his lips, put the letter into his pajama pocket and quickly returned to his study.
Sitting in the chair behind the window, he turned his back to the sun. He gently opened the envelope and revealed the contents.
A small piece of paper with the words "cash check of Jinhui bank" written on it
There were no other words on the envelope and the little paper inside to explain its meaning, but Johnson knew that this was Lynch's letter of thanks for the trivial things he did yesterday
=
① , it is ironic to use the front and back two attitudes to reflect the assistant director's attitude, which reflects the cold and reality of society from the side.
In the morning, Johnson came to the State Tax Bureau. According to the unwritten rules, the consultant researcher is a "bullish" retirement method, which is at least much better than the warehouse keeper or archivist.And consultant researchers can ask about everything. As long as they don't interfere in the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or archives warehouse to read some evidence materials.He stopped the car and came to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director had gone to study. No one knew when he would come back.As a former director of the Local Taxation Bureau, Johnson knew very well that he was nothing more than picking himself out. No one would offend him and get things done at the same time.Although the method is good, not everyone can use it. Only those who really hold power can do it.He sighed a little, came to the assistant director's office, knocked on the door and went in.The assistant director was dealing with official business. He just looked up at Johnson standing by the door, and then began to look down at the things on his desk. His pen didn't stop and showed no respect for Johnson.Of course, I really don't need respect. I'm just a consultant researcher."What's up, John?"John is the abbreviation of Johnson. Federates like to do such things. Simplifying other people's names seems to be a very fashionable thing, and it seems to be able to pull into each other's relationship. However, in the workplace, it often expresses a kind of condescending arrogance and contempt.If Johnson had more power than the assistant director at this time, he would never presumptuously simplify Johnson's name to "John", just as Mr. Johnson was simplified to Johnson.Johnson's expression didn't change much, but he didn't know what he thought, "I heard my colleague say I caught a guy named fox?"The action in the assistant director's hand stopped. He looked up at Johnson with some doubts. "Yes, what's the problem?"Johnson nodded again and again, "well, I used to be the director of the Local Taxation Bureau in Saibin city. I've dealt with this guy. I don't know what I can help..."The assistant director put down his pen and put his hands and fingers on the table. He frowned and thought .Green face took measures last night. Unexpectedly, the old man had a hard mouth and didn't say anything. He didn't even shout for pain.We've been in this business for a long time. We've seen thousands of people. We basically know who will confess and who can bite our teeth after the last measure.People like old fox don't say that the punishment can solve the problem. On the contrary, it may lead to his indiscriminate climbing and biting or suicide because of the punishment. This kind of thing hasn't happened.This is precisely why Qingpi went to curiland immediately after taking measures. He knew that it was of little value to continue to toss about old fox and had to intervene from other aspects.The next is psychological competition, not injury and pain.At this time, when everyone had no good way, Johnson seemed to be an attempt.After thinking about the relationship, the assistant director asked, "do you know this... Fox?"Johnson shook his head. "I've heard of him. At that time, I also arranged daily investigation work. I haven't met him, but he must know me."The assistant director grabbed his brow for a while, then slowly nodded his head, "find a way to talk to him, you know what I mean?""I understand, director."When calling out the "director" of this bureau, Johnson's inner fluctuation was very fierce, because he was the director before, and that's what others call him.But when others call him, he is not as cautious as he is, and even has some humility.As soon as the assistant director waved his hand, Johnson left the room. He didn't forget to close the door carefully. He couldn't close it gently. He didn't let the sound of the door closing interrupt the assistant director's thinking.He stood outside the door for about ten seconds, then shook his head with a bitter smile and walked towards the interrogation room.Thanks to his colleagues, he opened the door and entered the interrogation room.Old Mr. Fox was sleeping. He slept on the table. There was no bed here. The ground was too cold. Even if it was summer, it was still too cold for an old man.Sleeping on his stomach was uncomfortable, but he could only do so. Pain and hunger made him fall asleep soon until this moment.The sound of opening the door disturbed him. He slowly sat up straight and sprained easily too soon. After he sat up straight, he turned and looked at Johnson standing at the door.The two are familiar with each other. One is the suspect who often appears in the file photos, and the other is the former director of Saibin tax bureau who often appears on TV. This relationship makes the two people have a strange sense of familiarity even though they have not met."Director Johnson..." old fox's blue face wore a heartbreaking smile. Even Johnson was impressed by his bearing. At this time, he could not feel his hesitation and helplessness when he was trapped, but only a kind of calm and free and easy.Old Mr. Fox patted his clothes and said, "I'm sorry to let you see my embarrassment. It's rude." he pointed to his thigh. "They kicked me. I can't stand up and meet you now, so... I'm sorry.""You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked up to him and put his hands in his coat pocket. He looked at old Mr. Fox and knew that he had a bad night last night."I didn't expect that they would find you. It's amazing." old Mr. Fox didn't expect that today, the other party found the former director Johnson. He felt that the State Tax Bureau was pressing hard.Director Johnson took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one for old 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 a word. He will remember your friendship and wish you long live."After hearing this, old Mr. Fox smiled at the corners of his mouth. "Really..." he sighed heavily and looked up at Johnson. "If you can still see him, help me tell him that I deserve it."Johnson nodded. He hesitated, but finally asked, "is there anything I can do?"Old Mr. Fox took away the cigarette in his mouth. "If only you could let them get something for me to eat. They've been hungry all day. My stomach hurts badly. It's better to have something difficult to digest.""You may not know that I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes in the middle of the night last night." old Mr. Fox said and couldn't help laughing. "I always hear people say these things. I didn't expect people to be very hungry. They really think they can eat anything.""If someone asks me what happened..."Before he finished, old Mr. Fox pointed the table with his index finger and middle finger with a cigarette. The rubber table couldn't make any sound, "I know what to say."There is no audio and video recording equipment in this room. It is specially used for taking measures, which can also be called torture.No one will do so. Once some of the contents flow out, it will definitely be a big scandal. Moreover, according to the federal charter and judicial interpretation, any testimony produced in the process of torture and the evidence chain produced by testimony do not have legal benefits.At the same time, torture will also mean that there may be more cases involving torture, and then the whole system will be in big trouble because of these things.Only when the measures are completed will old Mr. Fox be transferred to other interrogation rooms with audio and video recordings. They will not beat him, but will also give him food and drink on time and treat him as a taxpayer.Johnson paused for a moment. They talked about some recent news in Yorkshire. About five minutes later, Johnson left the room.He stopped at the door for a moment and told the supervisor to send some food to old Mr. Fox.It was not until the afternoon that Johnson came home from the State Tax Bureau. To his surprise, Lynch was not waiting for him here.At about seven o'clock in the evening, the phone suddenly rang. It was Lynch."The director went to the general administration to participate in the director training. I don't know when to come back. Now the assistant director is fully responsible for the case.""In addition, I also met Mr. Fox and told him what you said. He also asked me to tell you that he deserved it..."After saying this, he remained silent. About a few seconds later, Lynch's gentle voice came from the receiver, "thank you very much, Mr. Johnson. It's getting late. I won't disturb you."Early the next morning, when Johnson returned to his ordinary life, he checked the mailbox according to the usual practice and found that there was a white letter in it, which was not signed, postmarked and very thin.His heart suddenly beat violently, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for a moment.He licked his lips, put the letter into his pajama pocket and quickly returned to his study.Sitting in the chair behind the window, he turned his back to the sun. He gently opened the envelope and revealed the contents.A small piece of paper with the words "cash check of Jinhui bank" written on itThere were no other words on the envelope and the little paper inside to explain its meaning, but Johnson knew that this was Lynch's letter of thanks for the trivial things he did yesterday= , it is ironic to use the front and back two attitudes to reflect the assistant director's attitude, which reflects the cold and reality of society from the side.
