How much pain could the scalpel be in?
It was hard to say. There were many sensitive nerves in the chest, especially in women. Coupled with the external pressure on the chest, the woman felt that she would die there.
Her face was filled with terror, because before she could cry out in pain, she was slapped back into her throat!
Slap!
It was like … like … something sticky and intact had been slammed onto the smooth ground or a chopping board. There seemed to be a brief echo in the room!
The woman was so stunned by the slap that she forgot about the pain.
She tilted her head, her mind blank. The side of her ear that was slapped had severe tinnitus, and she even felt a warm current flowing in her ear!
The man punched and slapped her, then returned to the table and lit a cigarette. He pressed his buttocks against the edge of the table and began the formal interrogation.
"Just the money you didn't file for tax and the fact that you might be related to the money laundering organization, we can make sure that you won't be able to get out of there for the rest of your life.
But you should know that this matter is not necessarily your fault. If you are willing to pay for someone else's mistake with your life, then I will tell the judge how determined you are.
And don't think that there won't be any process during this period. We will continue to interrogate you like this, and this is the easiest way.
I have dozens of ways for you to experience them one by one. Maybe you will be interested! "
After the agent finished speaking, he paused for a moment to give the woman some time to accept and understand the information. He then asked, "Now tell me where each sum of money came from, where did you use it, or who did you give it to?"
"We still have a lot of time!"
The half-scream in the interrogation room spread out, but no one took it seriously. The special nature of the tax system gave them a lot of things that seemed to be beyond the limits of the law.
For example, they could use the reason that "the case is not completely closed and it needs to be kept confidential" as a reason to not hold a public hearing and trial. No one would know what happened. People could only learn from the newspapers or other places after the fact that some people whose names were blacked out might have been sentenced to heavy sentences.
Sometimes, they were very unscrupulous. Of course, there was a prerequisite for this. Their "opponent" could not make a big deal out of this matter to the extent that the whole society would pay attention to it.
He did not have the ability to respond to a summons!
At this moment, the director of the local tax bureau had just hung up the phone. He was smoking and looking at the dark sky outside the window, deep in thought.
The call earlier was from a guy called Johnson. He knew this guy. They had met and talked during a meeting with the higher-ups.
Johnson used to be the director of Sabin City's tax bureau. Now, he was a consultant for York State's tax bureau and was semi-retired.
Johnson had called him earlier, Johnson, hoping that he could increase the intensity of the interrogation. He also hinted that there were important people who were concerned about this matter............
For someone who had not been in contact with him for years to suddenly call him to talk about these things, the director was indeed a little apprehensive.
After brushing Johnson off, he made a call to ask about his own connections. From some sources, he found out that Johnson seemed to be related to Lynch.
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. This was really a f * cking important person. He then thought of some things. If there was something that needed to be done soon, it would definitely be related to the Regional Selection.
This Ying Zhao could very well be a key person.
The director felt that he was a little unlucky. But thankfully, the tax system was a vertical system and the local authorities did not have the authority to interfere with their work. This made him less afraid that the results of the investigation would be shocking.
He did not sleep well that night. He kept having the feeling that he would poke a big hole in the system.
Early the next morning, he went to the Federation's tax bureau. The moment he entered the office, the two special agents who were in charge of the interrogation brought over a document.
He did not flip it open immediately. Instead, he tried to read something from the expressions on the two special agents' faces.
"How is it?"
He put down his briefcase, walked to the chair behind the office desk, and sat down. "What did she say?"
The two special agents looked at each other.
They went on until past eleven at night. Finally, the woman could not take it anymore and relented. However, the things she said made their scalps turn numb.
One of them opened his mouth a few times before finally gritting his teeth and telling the truth.
"According to what the woman said, the 50 thousand was a hush money given to her by the gubernatorial candidate, Mr. Shiks. The rest of the money that was not declared for tax purposes was the fees she received when she was applying for the job."
Although he was mentally prepared, when it really happened, the director's mind was still buzzing.
He scratched his head, feeling his scalp itch. The temperature was not high at the moment.
Looking at the report before him, he sighed. "I understand. Before there are results, don't reveal these things …"
After letting his subordinates leave, he hesitated for a moment before getting someone to check the phone number of the York State office. He then found Consultant Johnson.
The moment the call went through, he said bluntly, "It's related to Mr. Shiks. Is this what you want?"
Johnson was not angry or embarrassed at all. "Mr. Director, in fact, no one did anything. Even without us, you would still be able to find out about these things.
"We only asked you to speed up the process and expose the cases that you might have hidden.
You don't have to hate me or be angry at me. You have to know that when the gears of fate begin to turn, we are all just chess pieces on the chessboard!
"By the way, I heard your son will get a full scholarship this year. I congratulate you in advance."
The director's son was in the second year of a Sacerdotal Union academy. The tuition was really expensive, to the point that the director could barely afford it.
He had used a lot of favors to get his son in. Sacerdotal Union didn't care about a director of a local tax bureau at all. They didn't have any intention of giving his son a scholarship in the first place.
Now, Johnson's words made him understand that Johnson wasn't boasting about having a big shot behind the scenes. There really was a big shot behind the scenes.
A full scholarship from Sacerdotal Union. No matter how it came about, it meant that his son could be a candidate for the union's selection.
It was a rare opportunity, even though he knew that his status in Sacerdotal Union was actually at the bottom of the hierarchy, serving only the high-ranking members.
But was serving the president and the CEOs of the consortiums the same as serving the society the same?
Of course not!
After hanging up, he no longer felt uneasy. He looked at the report in front of him and called the state's office. "I was investigating a case yesterday and found some problems. I don't know how to deal with it. Do you have time in the afternoon?"
He was well aware that if Shiksan was involved in the scandal, his chances of winning would be close to zero.
That was because it was an anonymous account. Nobody knew how much money was in it, and it was also involved in a sex scandal. That was fatal for a politician!
A little later, the report was placed on Zhou's desk. The director breathed a sigh of relief.
He had left the trouble to someone else.
The Union's tax system was really unique. It wasn't managed by the local government, which ensured its neutrality in certain aspects.
Soon, the state's office received approval from the Union's tax bureau to investigate Shiksan.
Naturally, the investigation wasn't at the level of an arrest or search warrant. It was just a normal interrogation.
You can't be biased just because someone said that these things are like this. There has to be evidence.
That was an anonymous account. The Union's attitude towards anonymous accounts had always been firm. They refused any form of investigation, even for normal accounts.
Protecting the private information of the depositors became a guiding principle. The public supported the bank's actions, and the politicians wouldn't force a bill through the parliament to keep the public's support.
That also made it hard for many investigations involving banks to continue unless there was an irresistible force interfering.
Before a clear result was found, they could only investigate.
Interrogation was also one of the methods of investigation.
The reporters and the skilled women were all skilled people. They could bring cheap happiness to the people.
Skilled women's joy was simple and direct, and so was the joy of reporters.
They only needed 50 cents to buy a newspaper. Then, they would laugh at the stories the reporters made up.
That kind of joy was even higher because it came from the satisfaction of the mind.
To be a successful reporter, one had to grasp certain elements, such as being on the frontlines of the news all the time.
If there was one thing the public paid the most attention to recently, it would undoubtedly be the gubernatorial elections.
There were countless reporters loitering around the candidates every day.
Shiksan had just finished a meeting with the veterans. As a soldier, he had to pay attention to the lives and work of the veterans. That was also one of his policies.
He had to pay more attention to the military and provide them with more conveniences.
Even if nobody liked that, at least they wouldn't hate it.
The moment he returned home, he found someone in the Union's tax bureau waiting for him.
The few of them stopped at the entrance of his house and chatted for a while before entering the house.
Later, the made-up news spread like wildfire. 'Candidate Shiksan Suspected of Financial Fraud Under Investigation'.
It was described in such detail as if the reporters had seen it with their own eyes. It was obvious it was fake news.
However, fake news was still news. There were people who liked it!