Fifteen thousand dollars, plus the sale of Michael's house, would give them about forty thousand dollars.
They could use 30,000 yuan to buy a new house, and the remaining 10,000 yuan could be used to pay for Michael's education. They should still have some money left.
Director Johnson's calculation was very fast. This was due to his professionalism over the years. He was a soldier on the front line of tax work, so he could calculate some simple numbers very quickly.
Michael, who was in prison, definitely didn't know that his wife was pregnant with someone else's child, and the house he bought was being sold by Director Johnson.
What a sad story!
However, Director Johnson's face didn't look as bad as Michael. Lynch had helped him a lot. He waved the check and asked, "Should I say thank you?"
"You can choose not to say it, or you can say it. It depends on your attitude."
Lynch put away the check book. Director Johnson couldn't have asked him for anything other than money.
Director Johnson was silent for a moment before he nodded and said solemnly, "Thank you, you've helped me a lot!"
In fact, Director Johnson didn't have much to pursue in life. The state already had some opinions about his arrangement. At the end of the year, he would be transferred to a branch office of the York State Tax Administration Office.
At this moment, Director Johnson roughly understood that it didn't matter whether he struggled or not. He might not have done anything earth-shattering in his life, but he hadn't made any big mistakes either.
The punishment given to him by the higher-ups was relatively fair. In the next few days, he would basically leave his current job to make way for the upcoming deputy director. At the same time, he would enjoy his early retirement.
This also meant that there would be some changes in his income. The salary of a director of a city tax bureau and an office worker in a state office would be different.
In terms of benefits, there would be a difference between heaven and earth!
When Lynch asked him about his future work arrangements, he smiled calmly and said, "That's it. I don't plan to do anything. I know I'm not qualified. This is the best result …"
"What kind of person is the new director?"
Lin Qi asked as the two of them walked back.
Director Johnson didn't mind saying more. "He's a newcomer who was transferred here from the state. He's only 37 years old. He's very motivated. It's said that he has a lot of connections in the system. Unlike me, this is not his last stop."
He tilted his head and looked at Lynch. "He's actually very similar to Michael. He wants to do something big to make his resume look better. If you have anything …" He smiled and said, "Then hide it. Don't get caught."
Lynch walked back to the roadside from the lake. He looked back at the artificial lake and the villas around it.
This place was extremely bleak. There was no trace of the nobleness it had when it was first developed. There was only dilapidation.
Director Johnson also looked at it....... by the way, do you know Hart? "
Lynch nodded. "He used a house here to exchange for a piece of land."
Director Johnson chuckled. "He ran away …" Seeing that Lynch's expression didn't change, Director Johnson felt a little strange, but he didn't show it. "He sold the houses in his project many times and ran away with the money, leaving a mess behind. Even our mayor lost a lot of money." "That's right.
This was the first time Lynch heard this news. Maybe it was because of shame or other reasons, neither the mayor nor Mark mentioned it to him.
After Hart got the land on the edge of the city center, he responded to the call of the state government to build a group of public rental apartments to rent to the financially strapped citizens.
They had to pay part of the rent themselves, and the city hall had a special fund to cover the other part of the cost. Simply put, this group of public rental apartments would receive no less rent than ordinary apartments. Because of the financial subsidies and the fact that they could be rented, there was no need to worry about a lack of tenants.
The location of these projects was on the edge of the city center, which was a good geographical location.
According to the current regulations, after a few years, these apartments could be freely bought and sold. At that time, a large sum of money could be exchanged.
Tenants could move in immediately after the houses were built, and they could be sold for a good price in the future. This kind of investment was very tempting for many people, and many people joined this project.
Hart relied on the interpersonal relationships he had built here before and successfully attracted a lot of investment, especially the uncle and nephew pair, the mayor and Mark. They each invested about a dozen apartments.
The reason they did this was actually related to the mayor. The mayor would support Ferrar to succeed him. In exchange, as long as Ferrar made a slight mistake when planning the city in the future, these apartment projects would be included in the city center. One apartment was not a lot, but they could earn 30,000 yuan. A few dozen apartments would earn them one or two million yuan.
Plus, they didn't have to worry about the rent for these years. In fact, they might earn more than three million yuan.
In the current economic environment, not to mention a 100% profit, a guarantee of no loss and a certain amount of profit was enough to attract a lot of people.
With the mayor and some local celebrities taking the lead in investing, the middle class heard the news. People's enthusiasm was like the current weather!
So … Hart ran away, taking with him tens of millions of dollars.
After returning from the lake, Lynch turned on the TV and watched the boring news on the local TV station. His thoughts quickly drifted away.
He thought for a while about where Hart was hiding and whether he was dead. After all, he took all the cash (in the bank). Whoever could find him meant that they had a moving vault in their hands.
How much money could be squeezed out depended on whether they were ruthless enough. Presumably, a lot of people had already gone to find him.
Then he thought of some international disputes.
The next morning, he took the train to the capital. He wanted to see for himself who was stealing his money.
…
"Ugh …"
A low voice squeezed out from his throat. Richard pushed away the arms and legs lying across his body and struggled to get up.
The room was filled with a strange, rotten smell. Wine bottles were scattered all over the floor, and there were even some traces of wine on the floor after it had dried up.
Cigarettes, coke, and even powder of ghost face mushrooms were piled on the coffee table by a group of naked young men and women.
The strange smell in the air made Richard almost vomit. He hurried a few steps into the toilet and retched for a moment, but nothing came out.
After turning on the shower and washing his body, he walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.
The sunlight outside the window instantly shone in, making the worms on the bed and around the bed begin to wriggle.
"Damn it, close the curtains!"
Some people turned over and hugged a pillow to cover their faces with their backs to the window.
Some people were numb and slowly sat up like emotionless wood. They sat on the bed in a daze, as if they hadn't figured out what had happened.
Richard patted his head and glanced at the clock. It was almost noon.
He was a little hungry, so he picked up the phone and ordered takeout. He had a card game in the afternoon.
Not long after, the delivery rider delivered the food Richard ordered. After eating some food, Richard got up and left.
The brand-new luxury car shone with an intoxicating luster under the sun. On the way out of the villa, more than one girl wanted to hit on Richard because of the luxury car he was sitting in.
But Richard didn't stop. Instead, he stepped on the gas. Compared to these boring physical pleasures, he was recently obsessed with card games. It was a simple game.
The successful people in the Federation always had some time to sit together and play a game of cards, trading, paying, and calling it whatever it was.
This kind of card game couldn't be strictly called gambling. It was actually more of a strategic game, but it was expressed in the form of a card game.
There were many card games like this. Most of them boasted intelligence and elegance. They were not so simple and crude. This also made it so that there were not many people who were truly obsessed with these card games. This was because it would take a very long time to study them.
Of course, there were also gambling in the Federation, dice, roulette, but Richard had never encountered such a gambling game.
It was thrilling, exciting, and a battle of wits. It was addictive.
It was a very simple game. Each person only had three cards. They couldn't change cards, but they could discard cards. But this didn't feel simple because you couldn't see the cards in other people's hands.
Then, it was a test, a test in all kinds of ways. After clearing the game, you would observe the flicker in the other person's eyes, the small movements of the other person's hands, the frequency of the other person's chest rising and falling, and whether there was sweat on the other person's temples.
Then came the most exciting part. When you got the small cards, you might not necessarily lose. There were many ways to not only not lose, but also win.
When you got the big cards, you had to find a way to let more people in and earn more.
It was an exciting game!
The car sped up all the way and finally stopped outside a villa. There were already several cars parked here, and the card game had begun.
Richard couldn't wait to lock the car and walk into the room.
The waiter by the door politely opened the door for him. The girl inside the door smiled and took a check from him, and gave him a box of chips.
He went to a room on the second floor, sat down at a table surrounded by many people, and greeted them warmly.
His plan today was to "kill" all these people, so that they wouldn't even have money left for dinner!