Blackstone Code

"I may have to rest for a while, so I'll ask you to take care of the little guys here..."

Mr. Fox, who was wearing a waterproof suspender jumpsuit, looked at the horse's head sticking out of the stable, patted its cheek with his hand, and felt a little emotional.

He said goodbye to the horses here one by one, then went to see his cows, and then arranged the work for the employees in the next period of time.

The main thing is to take care of these animals.

Old Mr. Fox was once a farmer, but later he changed a bit, but no matter what, he still had a love for the farmer's life in his blood.

People are like this. Anything they do when they are poor will be considered an obliteration of their own nature, a disgusting oppression, and a manifestation of social injustice.

Look at those rich people, they are sitting around high-end furniture, dressed well, drinking coffee that poor people cannot afford, talking about things that may be high-pressure but must be boring.

They can enjoy money and all the happiness it brings without doing anything, but what can those poor people do?

They only have access to horse shit, cow shit and dog shit!

But when people have money, the job that they thought was the greatest persecution to them before will become a feeling, a yearning, and an attitude!

Old Mr. Fox came to the city because he didn't want to be a farmer and waste his life among all kinds of animals and excrement.

But now that he has money, he feels that the life of a farmer is more suitable for him.

After temporarily retiring from Fox Film, he takes care of these animals on his farm every day. If not everyone on the farm knows that he is a rich man, many people may not believe that he is a really rich man. .

This is life. In the eyes of the rich, life is enjoyment, but in the eyes of the poor, life is suffering.

Because of money.

After arranging all the work, he returned to the grooming area, took off his waterproof overalls and sprayed a circle of disinfectant before walking out of the feeding area.

On the farm road outside the breeding area, there were three cars parked in front and behind with the insignia and abbreviations of the Federal Tax Service, as well as some staff who looked like agents at first glance.

The arrival of this day is not an accident. For most people who seek sideways, no one knows which one will come first, the accident or the government.

It would actually be better for the tax bureau to come to his door first than for someone he had forgotten to come to his door with a gun.

Mr. Fox didn't panic at all. He calmly stretched out his hands and looked at an agent standing by the door. "Do you want to put on handcuffs?"

The agent shook his head, "This is just to assist in the investigation, Mr. Fox, you don't need to be restricted, get in the car!"

Old Mr. Fox entered the carriage with a smile. He clearly felt a lot of changes, the changes brought about by money, social influence and status.

If it were before, he would most likely be pinned to the ground by three people, and one of them might also compress his trachea or chest to reduce the air he inhales when breathing, reducing the amount of oxygen he carries so that the body cannot provide explosive force. Resist arrest.

But now, you don't even need to wear handcuffs.

The car left quickly, and there were no big changes in the farm. Although the old Mr. Fox entered, little Fox was still there, and no one thought that this would be an inducement to shake the "Fox Family Business."

"Some of you just said 'assisting in the investigation'?" Mr. Fox, who was sitting in the car, asked curiously, and also made a joke, "Will I assist you in investigating myself?"

These people suddenly came to his farm and told him that he needed to go with these people. Of course, this was after verifying the identities of these people. At this time, he was a little confused whether this assistance in the investigation was a statement or a happening. other things.

He needs to know something in advance so that he can be prepared.

But no one in the car answered him. The atmosphere in the car was very dull. Then Mr. Fox discovered another problem. The road they took was not to the city.

He has walked the road from the farm to Sabine City many times. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can complete the walk with his eyes closed, but at least he will not admit his mistake.

But this is not the case now. The car should not have turned at a fork in the road just now. The road after the turn leads to the interstate highway, and that road does not lead to Sabine City.

Seeing this scene, he did not panic. His many years of walking in the gray area gave him more experience than the average person. He looked at the two agents next to him and saw the sense of superiority and stench they exuded. It can’t be faked, so what’s the problem?

He decided to try it out, "Hey, I said, this is not the way to Sabine City."

Still no one answered, and this result made Mr. Fox no longer as calm as before. These people were from the state tax bureau.

Federal taxes are roughly divided into three levels. The first is called federal tax, the second is called state tax, and the third is called local tax. The tax collection method is so complicated that most ordinary people will not be able to figure it out in their lifetime.

That's why the accounting industry is so popular in the federation.

It's funny to say that more than half of the federal population doesn't know how to declare their income correctly. This sounds interesting, but it also proves how confusing and complicated the federal tax system is.

It is generally not easy to contact the state-level tax authorities of the Baylor Federation if it is not necessary.

If they are contacted, it means that what is happening is not easy to solve, because at the level of the state tax bureau, their power has exceeded people's concept of "civilian".

To put it simply, the local tax bureau is probably equivalent to the minions who stand at the front of the crowd when a conflict breaks out. They will wave their arms and shout at the other side in a arrogant way.

They appear to be at the forefront of the crowd, but in fact their use of force during law enforcement is limited.

The state tax bureau is different. They are the real core force in the fight, just like those people standing in the middle of the crowd, holding iron bars and machetes in their hands.

Once a conflict breaks out, these vicious people can directly attack the battlefield and deal the harshest blow to their opponents!

Their authority to use force is much higher than that of local tax bureaus, and they also have greater powers when it comes to investigating tax crimes.

Further up are the Federal Taxation Center and the Federal Taxation Service. There are five taxation centers in the Bayler Federation. They are the most terrifying force. If necessary, they can directly launch a small-scale war. "Military operations" to ensure smooth collection of taxes.

The Federal Tax Service, also known as the Federal Tax Service, might have been able to replace the powers of the judiciary to a certain extent if it were not for the constraints of federal laws and the Constitution. It is also known as "the most disturbing agency."

The people who came to arrest Mr. Fox this time were from the state tax bureau. It seemed that they had officially launched the tax investigation mechanism. This also made Mr. Fox lose the motivation to continue talking and began to close his eyes and rest.

He knew very well that when he got there, these people would not chat with him properly because of his age. If they couldn't get what they wanted, they would definitely torture him.

Reserve your energy now so you can survive longer.

The convoy did not stop all the way and drove directly back to the office of the York State Taxation Bureau.

From the outside of the State Taxation Bureau, it doesn’t look special. It looks like a structure with the word “冂” in it. In front is a gate, facing the main thoroughfare of the city. Behind it is a gray-white office building with only five floors at the top. .

In the middle is the parking lot, with some bungalows on both sides. It looks ordinary and not surprising, but many people's futures have been ruined here.

While parking the car, Old Mr. Fox also saw two armored vehicles with the name "York State Revenue Department" printed on them. The machine guns on the armored vehicles seemed to tell everyone who inquired here that this was not an ordinary place.

The journey lasted half a day and a night without any time for rest. As soon as Mr. Fox got off the bus, he was "invited" by these people to a place that should be an interrogation room.

There are no windows in the entire room, only an iron door, and there is a table and two chairs inside. These things are wrapped in a layer of rubber and fixed to the ground.

He came in first, and after sitting and waiting for a while, a middle-aged man in leather shoes walked in.

This guy has a green-skinned face, which is a word used to describe people with particularly thick beards. If these people shaved off all their beards, their entire chin would appear green-black.

"Mr. Fox...", he walked to the opposite side of the old Mr. Fox, looked down at the file in his hand, and seemed to be looking for the name of the old Mr. Fox.

He actually knew who Fox was, but he still did it just to show a condescending attitude and imposing manner.

Old Mr. Fox nodded, "Yes, it's me."

The guy opposite grinned, "Very well, Mr. Fox, do you know why we met here?"

Old Mr. Fox shook his head, "I don't know."

"No, you know!" The green-skinned face shook his head slightly, as if shaking his head, while still looking up and down at Old Fox.

"Look, you're not young anymore. It looks like you're living a good life now. You shouldn't have suffered much, right?"

"There is no need for us to lie to each other and hide things here. When we brought you here, we must have some evidence about you. You don't need to be lucky and think that you can escape our investigation."

"Before everything is irreversible, you tell us what you did, and we all retain our dignity, and you will have a good ending, what do you think?"

The old Mr. Fox sitting opposite him was also shaking his head, "I really don't know what you are talking about. I haven't lost a penny of the tax I should pay."

The green-skinned face casually pulled out a few documents from the file, put them on the table and pushed them over, "Look at these things, are you familiar with them?"