This was also what Michael thought after he was sent to prison.
Once a person fell into a bad situation that was not hopeless, other than a short period of madness and despair, most people would be able to calm down.
Michael also calmed down after some time. He began to think about whether there were any problems in his last case that he had not discovered, and whether there were any areas that could be exploited.
This may be a kind of unwillingness. In the end, he succeeded in finding some elements that he had not noticed before, such as the newsboys who provided the source for Lynch.
These people seemed to be very scattered, but as long as he found some of them and got some key testimony from them, such as how much change they exchanged from Lynch at a certain time, he could roughly estimate the size of Lynch's funds at that time.
At that time, Lynch did not have a job, which meant that he had no income. Whether or not his girlfriend gave all her savings to Lynch, Michael believed that the funds in Lynch's hands were definitely greater than what his girlfriend left him.
This also meant that Lynch had an additional source of funds. He did not have a job, and no one reported his income for him. This meant that he had concealed part of his income, and this happened to be under the jurisdiction of the Federation's tax bureau!
As long as the intelligence of the judge was not too low, they would give the corresponding legal authority to increase the depth of the investigation on Lynch himself. At that time, they would definitely be able to dig up evidence of Lynch's crimes.
It was unlikely that there was a perfect foul in this world. It was just the conjecture of a group of novelists.
Previously, there was a serial murderer in the Federation. He used different methods every time, killed in different places, and chose different targets.
Later, after he was arrested, he confessed how he committed the crime. Some dice, a few flying targets, a map, and completely random crimes. At first, it was difficult to find any connection between each case.
This was like looking for a pattern in a math problem. There might not be any pattern between the first number to the 999th number, but when the 100th number appeared and matched some pattern, a pattern would be formed.
Nothing could be truly perfect, especially when it came to a subjective act like committing a crime. First, there was the idea of committing a crime, and then the crime was committed. Then there must be a motive, even if it was a random crime.
Lynch's things weren't invulnerable. He just needed someone to stand up and deal with him.
But at that time, Michael's attention was all focused on Lynch and Fox. He ignored the usual unremarkable characters, such as the paperboy and the missing masthead.
Of course, he didn't know that the newsman had been killed by the Green brothers on the way out of the city. Then, his corpse was sold to the medical school, causing him to disappear completely. Until today, Michael thought that the newsman had either absconded or been assassinated.
At the same time, he shared his thoughts with the green-skinned man. "Oh right, during the initial stages of Lynch's development, there was one person who was very important. It was the masthead of the area where he temporarily lived."
"The masthead is also related to his business with Fox. If you can find the masthead, he might know something."
The green-skinned man recorded these two very important clues. After a while of questioning, Michael didn't have anything to add. The green-skinned man chose to end the conversation.
"I'm very satisfied with these two important pieces of information. You can wait for my good news …" He put away his pen and notebook. "After this is over, I'll explain your value to the judge. At most, you'll have a chance to get out in two or three years."
After comforting Michael, the green-skinned man left the room excitedly. He vaguely felt that he had grasped the key information. As long as he caught hold of these little tails, he would have a chance to bring down Lynch.
After a while, Michael returned to his cell. Gap looked up at him. "Looks like you're in a good mood."
He leaned back on the soft bed.
In the entire prison, only political and economic prisoners could afford to sleep on soft beds. There were very few people like Gap, who had no background but could sleep on soft beds.
He held a law book in his hand. He had been studying in this field.
Michael nodded. "There are some new developments. You know, I was following a case before. It's because of that case that I'm here."
Gap nodded. Then, Michael continued, "Now that there are some changes in the case, I have a chance to get out earlier."
As he said that, a smile appeared on his face. Because he had surrendered to the judge and admitted that he had instigated his son to take the blame for him, he had been given a heavier sentence.
If he hadn't done that, he would have to wait another ten years before he could get out. By the time he got out, everything would be over!
But now, the opportunity had come. If the state tax bureau caught Lynch, the evidence he provided would become the key evidence. The state tax bureau would speak up for him in court, and his sentence would probably be reduced by one to three years.
Then, as a "special talent", he would be released after another two or three years. Getting out earlier was the most important thing.
Gap congratulated him. "You've been avoiding these things in the past. Can you tell me now?"
After a while, Gap looked at him with a strange expression. "You know … Lynch too?"
Michael was stunned. "From what you're saying, you know him too?"
"Yes, he used to hire my ex-wife to work for him, so I know him. I didn't expect him to be the person you're talking about."
Gap sighed. They had found something else in common with each other, even though they were basically the same.
Michael's smile was complicated. "A scary young man."
His exclamation was based on his calm review of the whole incident. Lynch had no advantage in any aspect, he had used public opinion to force the Federation's tax system, forcing the Federation's tax bureau to give up on Michael to calm public opinion.
Even if it was someone older, they wouldn't be able to do better than Lynch. This was not something he could do at his age.
Gap was also very emotional. "He's indeed a scary person."
His exclamation was based on Lynch's rapid rise. He vaguely remembered that not long ago, Vivian was just a bookkeeping accountant in Lynch's company. Now, she had become the number one auditing accountant and the head of the finance department of a corporation. At the same time, Lynch's assets had also expanded to a terrifying extent.
Just based on what he had now, his scale was almost comparable to the previous Christopher Group.
Christopher Group had developed for decades to reach such a scale, but Lynch only had two years. Gap was not only a little exclamation, but also a shock!
At noon, Gap did not go out directly after lunch. He found an excuse to send Michael away and found the prison guard. Then, he went to the warden's room.
"What's the matter, Mr. Gap?"
The warden had a bright smile on his face. In the past, he had to pay those professional accountants for their services, and the results were not very good.
Since Gap came, he saved him a lot of money and helped him avoid more taxes legally. He had a very good impression of Gap.
Gap pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and had a familiar smile on his face. "I want to make a phone call..."
The warden did not refuse. He pointed to the phone on the table and made a "go ahead" gesture.
In fact, the Federation's prison did not block the communication between prisoners and people outside, but this method of communication was limited to writing letters. These things that existed in writing could be reviewed layer by layer, unlike phone calls.
It was obvious that the warden had violated the rules, but who cared?
Here, he was the emperor, and his will was the law.
Seeing that the warden had no intention of leaving, Gap knew that he could not let the warden leave. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The warden saw all this and asked curiously, "Is this a phone call from Bob Payne?"
Gap nodded and asked again, "I didn't know you had friends in Bob Payne."
Gap smiled before the phone rang. "My ex-wife is now living in Bob Payne. I've seen her on TV before."
The warden was not interested in continuing to ask. He did not care about the content of this kind of phone call. He lit a cigarette, put his legs on the table, and thought about something else.
Not long after, the call was connected.
"Hello, this is the Blackstone Fund. How may I help you?"
The girl's sweet voice on the phone would make people subconsciously want to improve their quality and image. Few people would swear at a sweet-voiced operator, but they often did so to male operators.
In order to improve work efficiency, Lynch requested that the operators of the Blackstone Fund all be girls with sweet voices. As for their appearance... it did not matter.
"I hope you can transfer my call to the office of the finance director. My name is Gap. She will answer my call. You just need to transfer my call."
The operator hesitated for a moment but did so in the end.
A moment later, he received a response. "There's no one there right now. I'm sorry. Is there anything else?"
Gap frowned. "Connect me to her secretary or assistant or something …"
The operator's voice became a little soft and low. "I'm sorry, I can't do that. I've already violated the company's rules and regulations..."
"I'll give you a hundred dollars after it's done..."
"I'm sorry..."
"A thousand dollars!"
"That's not money..."
"Ten thousand dollars!"
"Hello, the call is being transferred. Please wait patiently..."