Chapter 656
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"You have gained my friendship, Mr. director." Lynch reminded me before getting off the bus.
The federal tax office is indeed a very useful knife. Unfortunately, the knife does not have its own thought. As long as the knife is taken from others and not used for its own use, at least it will not pose a threat to itself.
As for some statements similar to "a knife grows in the hand", those who put forward this concept must not have considered the problem of people whose palm becomes a knife going to the toilet.
Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible. He smiled and said goodbye to the assistant director sitting in the cab.
"Thank you very much for understanding what I said to me. In addition, I suggest that some things can be delayed..."
"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner. Bye, Mr. director!"
At this time, a openly unlicensed car came quickly and stopped at the roadside. Lynch turned and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.
The assistant director looked at his sticky drinks and fried chicken drenched with drinks. He slapped the steering wheel hard. The harsh sound of the car horn covered the dirty words in his mouth, and then he threw everything in the dinner plate out of the window.
I don't know whether he scolded the food or Lynch
Everything is under control.
At the same time, a middle-aged man under the age of 60 named Dyson is lying on a woman in her thirties and forties to strengthen exercise. He is covered with sweat.
The woman lying in bed has no expression, empty eyes and no charm, just like... Losing her soul.
Dyson had good luck. Two years ago, he met an interesting person and took him to register a company. He was given a 1% share every month, but he couldn't manage the company.
He had heard of such things. At that time, he was still a tramp. There were many talents in the group of tramps. He knew what that meant.
For him, it doesn't matter if he goes to prison. Anyway, his life has always been very hard. It's a gift to enjoy one more day.
Since then, he can get thousands or tens of thousands of dividends every month. Sometimes he also thinks whether he can get more from the company if he strives for it. After all, it is a company named after him.
But this kind of thing can only be thought about. He is not the opponent of those people. He knows himself.
After he had money, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near the park where tramps gathered. Now the real estate has entered the cold winter. He can rent a good house without much money.
Secondly, he also set up a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female vagrants, one big and one small, came to the park. The older looked like they were in their 30s and 70s, up and down at the age of 40, and the younger was less than 20. It was a mother daughter relationship.
Older women are more normal. The younger girl seems to have a brain problem. It is said that she has a fever and has no ability to work. She can only receive disability subsidies of less than 40 yuan from Saibin municipal government every month.
The woman's husband abandoned them long ago, and the woman herself lost her job. All her property was taken away by the bank, and she had to go out and wander.
She had tried to sell her dignity to raise her daughter, but those people wanted to keep her daughter.
After knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, providing them with a place to live, hot water, stable food and sometimes pocket money.
All they have to do is clean up the house, and the older women provide Dyson with some warmth within their power.
Maybe he was tired from exercise. Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and poured a few mouthfuls of it.
Just at this time, the fool's daughter came in, looked at the two people on the bed with a silly smile, and stood by the door.
The woman quickly picked up the thin quilt, covered her body, scolded a few words, and the girl left.
Looking at the girl's trembling big mouth when she left, Dyson swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He glanced at the woman, "what did you think of what I told you last time?"
The woman's godless eyes were suddenly full of vigilant light, "I haven't thought well, and this kind of thing... I'm hard to accept!"
"Others are not as cheap as me!" he said bluntly. "Listen, it's hard for her to marry a normal person. She can only marry a tramp in a square or park, and even become a 'toy' for everyone."
"It's better to leave it to me if you treat others rudely. At least I'll be very gentle, and..."
He took another sip of wine, "I don't have a wife and children. After I die, I will leave everything to you. These can at least ensure that you can have a stable living environment."
"You can think about it slowly, but my patience is limited."
He put on his clothes and left the room with a wine bottle, leaving only a woman with a painful face sitting there.
He adopted the mother and daughter for the purpose of taking all the big and small. He was impatient after waiting so long.
As soon as Dyson arrived in the park, the tramps began to greet him. He was also a leading figure here.
Although we don't know how he got rich, we haven't forgotten the old brothers here. They often bring some wine to share with you and are deeply loved by people.
Money is part of the reason why tramps wander, and another part of the reason is because of alcohol.
He walked around outside, watching the sky getting late, saying goodbye to his old friends and walking towards the house where he lived. In his mind, except for wine, there was only the young hot body.
At the thought of some kind of taboo that does not actually exist, but exists faintly, his body is hot and his mouth is dry.
Wait, tonight, even with some excessive means, he spent a lot of money on the mother and daughter, which was enough for him to maintain a stripper in the strip bar!
He clenched the bottle in his hand and took another sip.
There was a kind of red on his face, which was a little black. I don't know whether it was because of the weather or because he didn't wash his face often.
At the last intersection, less than 20 meters from where he lived, he suddenly had a pain in his waist. He took two steps to realize the pain.
He touched his hand and looked down. It was damp, hot and red. He looked back at his clothes again. He couldn't see anything in the night, but the skin on his back waist felt a terrible pain, like being scalded by boiling water.
He turned in horror and saw a boy, a boy of only twelve, thirty and four years old.
He wore a duck tongue hat with beige Plaid stripes on a camel background, a brownish gray pony clip, and a sharp knife in his hand.
He stabbed Dyson several more times, and the blood spread faster. The serious imbalance made it difficult for him to walk in a straight line. He covered his wound and ran forward for a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.
The boy came to him, turned his pocket, found some money, put it in his pocket, and then walked forward slowly with a dagger.
About five minutes later, the police found him by the side of the road.
He did not resist or struggle. When he saw the arrival of the police, he even took the initiative to throw away the knife in his hand, and then knelt on the ground and held his hands high.
He remained silent. The police pressed him to the ground, handcuffed him and stuffed him into the car.
There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.
Today, with the serious social and economic recession and more and more unemployed, the incidence of various public security cases will be much higher than normal, because many people have lost the cost of survival and have to take risks.
Compared with other people being hurt, at least they can live by themselves. This is selfishness and crime, but it is also the instinct of species to live.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with master Lin, absolutely not.
The early morning mist only appeared for a short time and completely dispersed. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog condensed by water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.
Over the years, the federal environmental problems have indeed been some serious, especially for more than half a year.
Cement plants everywhere are working overtime. Obviously, the economy is not very good, but the construction does not seem to stop completely.
This also gives UNEP and some non-governmental environmental health organizations a place to play their value. They either raided here or made trouble there all day.
Early in the morning, some sanitation organization personnel wearing brown signs on a green background marched with signs. It seems that they have found a new target.
In this difficult time, joining various organizations is also a way of life. In particular, joining various organizations on buppen's side is better than working.
At this time, they suddenly made a loud noise to the luxury motorcade on the side of the road, waved the signs in their hands, and some people even ran towards the motorcade excitedly to intercept the motorcade.
However, it is a pity that the speed of the team did not decrease. Some people were about to be hit and had to swearing to one side.
"These people are becoming more and more annoying..."
In the car, Mr. Truman commented.
Lynch came to buppen after handling the affairs of York. There are some finishing work, which is of little value and can be completed without him. His real battlefield is buppen.
If you don't deal with the people behind the shady moves, even if you deal with the York State Tax Bureau, maybe the York State Bureau of investigation will jump out soon.
If you don't solve the people who make trouble, trouble will continue.
Mr Truman picked up Lynch himself. He was still on vacation, so he had more time to deal with some private affairs.
"It's all money," Lynch said to the point.
The birth of environmental protection organizations does not stem from human guilt about nature and self Awakening - human beings are not so sacred. In fact, its birth is still born in the struggle between capital and capital.
But some fools really believe it. They never think about where the money for various activities held by such non-profit organizations every year comes from. They are brainwashed by "justice".
The motorcade did not stop in the city and went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Finally, the two entered Lynch's villa together.
Sitting in the wide study, Lynch sat next to Mr. Truman with two glasses of wine and asked a question, "do you want to give those people some color to see?"
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"You have gained my friendship, Mr. director." Lynch reminded me before getting off the bus.
The federal tax office is indeed a very useful knife. Unfortunately, the knife does not have its own thought. As long as the knife is taken from others and not used for its own use, at least it will not pose a threat to itself.
As for some statements similar to "a knife grows in the hand", those who put forward this concept must not have considered the problem of people whose palm becomes a knife going to the toilet.
Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible. He smiled and said goodbye to the assistant director sitting in the cab.
"Thank you very much for understanding what I said to me. In addition, I suggest that some things can be delayed..."
"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner. Bye, Mr. director!"
At this time, a openly unlicensed car came quickly and stopped at the roadside. Lynch turned and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.
The assistant director looked at his sticky drinks and fried chicken drenched with drinks. He slapped the steering wheel hard. The harsh sound of the car horn covered the dirty words in his mouth, and then he threw everything in the dinner plate out of the window.
I don't know whether he scolded the food or Lynch
Everything is under control.
At the same time, a middle-aged man under the age of 60 named Dyson is lying on a woman in her thirties and forties to strengthen exercise. He is covered with sweat.
The woman lying in bed has no expression, empty eyes and no charm, just like... Losing her soul.
Dyson had good luck. Two years ago, he met an interesting person and took him to register a company. He was given a 1% share every month, but he couldn't manage the company.
He had heard of such things. At that time, he was still a tramp. There were many talents in the group of tramps. He knew what that meant.
For him, it doesn't matter if he goes to prison. Anyway, his life has always been very hard. It's a gift to enjoy one more day.
Since then, he can get thousands or tens of thousands of dividends every month. Sometimes he also thinks whether he can get more from the company if he strives for it. After all, it is a company named after him.
But this kind of thing can only be thought about. He is not the opponent of those people. He knows himself.
After he had money, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near the park where tramps gathered. Now the real estate has entered the cold winter. He can rent a good house without much money.
Secondly, he also set up a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female vagrants, one big and one small, came to the park. The older looked like they were in their 30s and 70s, up and down at the age of 40, and the younger was less than 20. It was a mother daughter relationship.
Older women are more normal. The younger girl seems to have a brain problem. It is said that she has a fever and has no ability to work. She can only receive disability subsidies of less than 40 yuan from Saibin municipal government every month.
The woman's husband abandoned them long ago, and the woman herself lost her job. All her property was taken away by the bank, and she had to go out and wander.
She had tried to sell her dignity to raise her daughter, but those people wanted to keep her daughter.
After knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, providing them with a place to live, hot water, stable food and sometimes pocket money.
All they have to do is clean up the house, and the older women provide Dyson with some warmth within their power.
Maybe he was tired from exercise. Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and poured a few mouthfuls of it.
Just at this time, the fool's daughter came in, looked at the two people on the bed with a silly smile, and stood by the door.
The woman quickly picked up the thin quilt, covered her body, scolded a few words, and the girl left.
Looking at the girl's trembling big mouth when she left, Dyson swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He glanced at the woman, "what did you think of what I told you last time?"
The woman's godless eyes were suddenly full of vigilant light, "I haven't thought well, and this kind of thing... I'm hard to accept!"
"Others are not as cheap as me!" he said bluntly. "Listen, it's hard for her to marry a normal person. She can only marry a tramp in a square or park, and even become a 'toy' for everyone."
"It's better to leave it to me if you treat others rudely. At least I'll be very gentle, and..."
He took another sip of wine, "I don't have a wife and children. After I die, I will leave everything to you. These can at least ensure that you can have a stable living environment."
"You can think about it slowly, but my patience is limited."
He put on his clothes and left the room with a wine bottle, leaving only a woman with a painful face sitting there.
He adopted the mother and daughter for the purpose of taking all the big and small. He was impatient after waiting so long.
As soon as Dyson arrived in the park, the tramps began to greet him. He was also a leading figure here.
Although we don't know how he got rich, we haven't forgotten the old brothers here. They often bring some wine to share with you and are deeply loved by people.
Money is part of the reason why tramps wander, and another part of the reason is because of alcohol.
He walked around outside, watching the sky getting late, saying goodbye to his old friends and walking towards the house where he lived. In his mind, except for wine, there was only the young hot body.
At the thought of some kind of taboo that does not actually exist, but exists faintly, his body is hot and his mouth is dry.
Wait, tonight, even with some excessive means, he spent a lot of money on the mother and daughter, which was enough for him to maintain a stripper in the strip bar!
He clenched the bottle in his hand and took another sip.
There was a kind of red on his face, which was a little black. I don't know whether it was because of the weather or because he didn't wash his face often.
At the last intersection, less than 20 meters from where he lived, he suddenly had a pain in his waist. He took two steps to realize the pain.
He touched his hand and looked down. It was damp, hot and red. He looked back at his clothes again. He couldn't see anything in the night, but the skin on his back waist felt a terrible pain, like being scalded by boiling water.
He turned in horror and saw a boy, a boy of only twelve, thirty and four years old.
He wore a duck tongue hat with beige Plaid stripes on a camel background, a brownish gray pony clip, and a sharp knife in his hand.
He stabbed Dyson several more times, and the blood spread faster. The serious imbalance made it difficult for him to walk in a straight line. He covered his wound and ran forward for a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.
The boy came to him, turned his pocket, found some money, put it in his pocket, and then walked forward slowly with a dagger.
About five minutes later, the police found him by the side of the road.
He did not resist or struggle. When he saw the arrival of the police, he even took the initiative to throw away the knife in his hand, and then knelt on the ground and held his hands high.
He remained silent. The police pressed him to the ground, handcuffed him and stuffed him into the car.
There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.
Today, with the serious social and economic recession and more and more unemployed, the incidence of various public security cases will be much higher than normal, because many people have lost the cost of survival and have to take risks.
Compared with other people being hurt, at least they can live by themselves. This is selfishness and crime, but it is also the instinct of species to live.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with master Lin, absolutely not.
The early morning mist only appeared for a short time and completely dispersed. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog condensed by water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.
Over the years, the federal environmental problems have indeed been some serious, especially for more than half a year.
Cement plants everywhere are working overtime. Obviously, the economy is not very good, but the construction does not seem to stop completely.
This also gives UNEP and some non-governmental environmental health organizations a place to play their value. They either raided here or made trouble there all day.
Early in the morning, some sanitation organization personnel wearing brown signs on a green background marched with signs. It seems that they have found a new target.
In this difficult time, joining various organizations is also a way of life. In particular, joining various organizations on buppen's side is better than working.
At this time, they suddenly made a loud noise to the luxury motorcade on the side of the road, waved the signs in their hands, and some people even ran towards the motorcade excitedly to intercept the motorcade.
However, it is a pity that the speed of the team did not decrease. Some people were about to be hit and had to swearing to one side.
"These people are becoming more and more annoying..."
In the car, Mr. Truman commented.
Lynch came to buppen after handling the affairs of York. There are some finishing work, which is of little value and can be completed without him. His real battlefield is buppen.
If you don't deal with the people behind the shady moves, even if you deal with the York State Tax Bureau, maybe the York State Bureau of investigation will jump out soon.
If you don't solve the people who make trouble, trouble will continue.
Mr Truman picked up Lynch himself. He was still on vacation, so he had more time to deal with some private affairs.
"It's all money," Lynch said to the point.
The birth of environmental protection organizations does not stem from human guilt about nature and self Awakening - human beings are not so sacred. In fact, its birth is still born in the struggle between capital and capital.
But some fools really believe it. They never think about where the money for various activities held by such non-profit organizations every year comes from. They are brainwashed by "justice".
The motorcade did not stop in the city and went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Finally, the two entered Lynch's villa together.
Sitting in the wide study, Lynch sat next to Mr. Truman with two glasses of wine and asked a question, "do you want to give those people some color to see?"
"You have gained my friendship, Mr. director." Lynch reminded me before getting off the bus.The federal tax office is indeed a very useful knife. Unfortunately, the knife does not have its own thought. As long as the knife is taken from others and not used for its own use, at least it will not pose a threat to itself.As for some statements similar to "a knife grows in the hand", those who put forward this concept must not have considered the problem of people whose palm becomes a knife going to the toilet.Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible. He smiled and said goodbye to the assistant director sitting in the cab."Thank you very much for understanding what I said to me. In addition, I suggest that some things can be delayed...""I'm sorry to disturb your dinner. Bye, Mr. director!"At this time, a openly unlicensed car came quickly and stopped at the roadside. Lynch turned and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.The assistant director looked at his sticky drinks and fried chicken drenched with drinks. He slapped the steering wheel hard. The harsh sound of the car horn covered the dirty words in his mouth, and then he threw everything in the dinner plate out of the window.I don't know whether he scolded the food or LynchEverything is under control.At the same time, a middle-aged man under the age of 60 named Dyson is lying on a woman in her thirties and forties to strengthen exercise. He is covered with sweat.The woman lying in bed has no expression, empty eyes and no charm, just like... Losing her soul.Dyson had good luck. Two years ago, he met an interesting person and took him to register a company. He was given a 1% share every month, but he couldn't manage the company.He had heard of such things. At that time, he was still a tramp. There were many talents in the group of tramps. He knew what that meant.For him, it doesn't matter if he goes to prison. Anyway, his life has always been very hard. It's a gift to enjoy one more day.Since then, he can get thousands or tens of thousands of dividends every month. Sometimes he also thinks whether he can get more from the company if he strives for it. After all, it is a company named after him.But this kind of thing can only be thought about. He is not the opponent of those people. He knows himself.After he had money, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near the park where tramps gathered. Now the real estate has entered the cold winter. He can rent a good house without much money.Secondly, he also set up a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female vagrants, one big and one small, came to the park. The older looked like they were in their 30s and 70s, up and down at the age of 40, and the younger was less than 20. It was a mother daughter relationship.Older women are more normal. The younger girl seems to have a brain problem. It is said that she has a fever and has no ability to work. She can only receive disability subsidies of less than 40 yuan from Saibin municipal government every month.The woman's husband abandoned them long ago, and the woman herself lost her job. All her property was taken away by the bank, and she had to go out and wander.She had tried to sell her dignity to raise her daughter, but those people wanted to keep her daughter.After knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, providing them with a place to live, hot water, stable food and sometimes pocket money.All they have to do is clean up the house, and the older women provide Dyson with some warmth within their power.Maybe he was tired from exercise. Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and poured a few mouthfuls of it.Just at this time, the fool's daughter came in, looked at the two people on the bed with a silly smile, and stood by the door.The woman quickly picked up the thin quilt, covered her body, scolded a few words, and the girl left.Looking at the girl's trembling big mouth when she left, Dyson swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He glanced at the woman, "what did you think of what I told you last time?"The woman's godless eyes were suddenly full of vigilant light, "I haven't thought well, and this kind of thing... I'm hard to accept!""Others are not as cheap as me!" he said bluntly. "Listen, it's hard for her to marry a normal person. She can only marry a tramp in a square or park, and even become a 'toy' for everyone.""It's better to leave it to me if you treat others rudely. At least I'll be very gentle, and..."He took another sip of wine, "I don't have a wife and children. After I die, I will leave everything to you. These can at least ensure that you can have a stable living environment.""You can think about it slowly, but my patience is limited."He put on his clothes and left the room with a wine bottle, leaving only a woman with a painful face sitting there.He adopted the mother and daughter for the purpose of taking all the big and small. He was impatient after waiting so long.As soon as Dyson arrived in the park, the tramps began to greet him. He was also a leading figure here.Although we don't know how he got rich, we haven't forgotten the old brothers here. They often bring some wine to share with you and are deeply loved by people.Money is part of the reason why tramps wander, and another part of the reason is because of alcohol.He walked around outside, watching the sky getting late, saying goodbye to his old friends and walking towards the house where he lived. In his mind, except for wine, there was only the young hot body.At the thought of some kind of taboo that does not actually exist, but exists faintly, his body is hot and his mouth is dry.Wait, tonight, even with some excessive means, he spent a lot of money on the mother and daughter, which was enough for him to maintain a stripper in the strip bar!He clenched the bottle in his hand and took another sip.There was a kind of red on his face, which was a little black. I don't know whether it was because of the weather or because he didn't wash his face often.At the last intersection, less than 20 meters from where he lived, he suddenly had a pain in his waist. He took two steps to realize the pain.He touched his hand and looked down. It was damp, hot and red. He looked back at his clothes again. He couldn't see anything in the night, but the skin on his back waist felt a terrible pain, like being scalded by boiling water.He turned in horror and saw a boy, a boy of only twelve, thirty and four years old.He wore a duck tongue hat with beige Plaid stripes on a camel background, a brownish gray pony clip, and a sharp knife in his hand.He stabbed Dyson several more times, and the blood spread faster. The serious imbalance made it difficult for him to walk in a straight line. He covered his wound and ran forward for a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.The boy came to him, turned his pocket, found some money, put it in his pocket, and then walked forward slowly with a dagger.About five minutes later, the police found him by the side of the road.He did not resist or struggle. When he saw the arrival of the police, he even took the initiative to throw away the knife in his hand, and then knelt on the ground and held his hands high.He remained silent. The police pressed him to the ground, handcuffed him and stuffed him into the car.There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.Today, with the serious social and economic recession and more and more unemployed, the incidence of various public security cases will be much higher than normal, because many people have lost the cost of survival and have to take risks.Compared with other people being hurt, at least they can live by themselves. This is selfishness and crime, but it is also the instinct of species to live.Of course, all this has nothing to do with master Lin, absolutely not.The early morning mist only appeared for a short time and completely dispersed. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog condensed by water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.Over the years, the federal environmental problems have indeed been some serious, especially for more than half a year.Cement plants everywhere are working overtime. Obviously, the economy is not very good, but the construction does not seem to stop completely.This also gives UNEP and some non-governmental environmental health organizations a place to play their value. They either raided here or made trouble there all day.Early in the morning, some sanitation organization personnel wearing brown signs on a green background marched with signs. It seems that they have found a new target.In this difficult time, joining various organizations is also a way of life. In particular, joining various organizations on buppen's side is better than working.At this time, they suddenly made a loud noise to the luxury motorcade on the side of the road, waved the signs in their hands, and some people even ran towards the motorcade excitedly to intercept the motorcade.However, it is a pity that the speed of the team did not decrease. Some people were about to be hit and had to swearing to one side."These people are becoming more and more annoying..."In the car, Mr. Truman commented.Lynch came to buppen after handling the affairs of York. There are some finishing work, which is of little value and can be completed without him. His real battlefield is buppen.If you don't deal with the people behind the shady moves, even if you deal with the York State Tax Bureau, maybe the York State Bureau of investigation will jump out soon.If you don't solve the people who make trouble, trouble will continue.Mr Truman picked up Lynch himself. He was still on vacation, so he had more time to deal with some private affairs."It's all money," Lynch said to the point.The birth of environmental protection organizations does not stem from human guilt about nature and self Awakening - human beings are not so sacred. In fact, its birth is still born in the struggle between capital and capital.But some fools really believe it. They never think about where the money for various activities held by such non-profit organizations every year comes from. They are brainwashed by "justice".The motorcade did not stop in the city and went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Finally, the two entered Lynch's villa together.Sitting in the wide study, Lynch sat next to Mr. Truman with two glasses of wine and asked a question, "do you want to give those people some color to see?"
