Chapter 208: He was kissed to death by all the big tax evaders he knew in the entertainment industry...
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Bai Ling didn't believe it.
Considering this guy's criminal record, he didn't let him go easily. Instead, he stared at him and asked, "Really? Then take off your clothes and I'll help you cut them."
Yu Chen glanced at him, pursed his lips, and actually took off his black sweater, "I only wear this one."
Still innocent.
The ferocious falcon didn't care and just pounced on it to check. He touched his shoulders, pinched his back, and touched the exposed male body until his abdomen was dangerously tense. Finally, he let go and frowned:
"Why not?"
It was clearly there when he first touched it.
But now the mermaid has cooperated and taken off all her clothes. He has a pale complexion, and his blond hair has been pushed aside, revealing the back of his shoulders. There is indeed no trace of anything strange.
Is this feeling wrong?
“Crack.”
Bai Ling was stunned and saw the mermaid casually took out a pair of scissors from the drawer and cut off a protruding thread on the sweater. The thread was black and seemed no different from wool.
Yu Chen handed it to him and squeezed it in his palm. It was also soft.
Bai Ling thought that it might be an illusion that his hands were numb because he had been operating the mecha too much recently.
"Okay, you can put on your clothes now." He leaned over to touch the mermaid and explained, "Maybe my fingers are cramping. I'll go find some medicine to apply."
"Go get some sleep." The mermaid kissed his forehead naturally.
"That's fine."
Bai Ling agreed, casually twisted the thread with his fingers, took a look at it, and put it on the table.
He went to the inner room to take a nap. The door was closed, and a slight breeze seeped in through the gap at the bottom of the door.
In the office connected to this gap, a thread squirmed twice in the wind.
It fell off the edge of the table innocently and landed on the carpet. It twisted into a ball due to inertia, and then, like an earthworm possessed by life, it stretched and retracted, stretched and retracted, and crawled towards the crack in the door happily, coldly, carefully and eagerly.
There's a taste it likes.
Very fragrant...uterus...eggs...taking root...
I won't...refuse...
mine……
"Snap." The tip of the shoe stepped on it.
The whisper, which was far beyond the range of human hearing, came to an abrupt end with a scream.
Yu Chen bent down and picked up the "thread" from the sole of his shoe.
Falling into his palm, the "thread end" quickly broke away from its furry mimicry and turned into a rough thread with nerve patterns.
In fact, it looked more like the tentacle of some ancient creature.
It has a little bit of thinking, but not much.
Once separated from the main body, it cannot be regenerated.
It is easy to deal with it, just cut it off, and then... Yu Chen took Bai Ling's lighter and lit it with a click. The sizzling smell of burnt protein instantly filled the space.
The firelight was strange and green in color, as if it contained some kind of toxin, and it illuminated his expressionless face in strange shades of light.
In silence, he laughed:
"That's not yours."
mine.
He looked at the door. Bai Ling in the room turned over uneasily and fell into a deep sleep.
·
Wake up and go to work.
Maybe it was his sixth sense, Bai Ling always felt something was wrong.
He wanted to ask old Doctor Woodpecker whether mermaids could grow threads. But on second thought, Lao Zhuo's salary was paid by the mermaids. Even if this was true, he probably wouldn't dare to tell the truth without the mermaids' permission.
Bai Ling thought about it and suddenly remembered the forum where he asked about mermaid fever.
After finishing his work, he took advantage of his free time to open the forum, thought for a while and posted a message in a normal tone:
[Title: When I woke up, my Ocean Clan husband had long threads. Is it because I used it too hard or it became too old? ]
[Poster: Falcon Falcon Lu Ding]
Bai Ling: “…”
This id.
He forgot.
He can't change his ID name!
Bai Ling's mind went blank for a moment. He wanted to withdraw the post, but after he sent it out, there were already a lot of replies:
[With this content and the thread owner’s name, I seem to understand something in a second…]
[As expected of Falcon.] ]
[It is worthy of being called a furnace.] ]
[Raptor, you are so fierce! ! ]
Bai Ling: “…”
He quickly explained: [It’s not what you think. I just used the title to ask if anyone has encountered a similar situation.]
However, the focus of the building has gone astray and cannot be pulled back.
Bai Ling was trying to request deletion of the post when a voice suddenly sounded from behind:
"Hello, Commander Bai!"
Bai Ling's hands trembled, and he immediately turned off the terminal screen. He turned around and ordered coldly, "Come in."
Only after receiving his order did the messenger dare to step into the door.
The messenger reported the latest situation at the front line. Bai Ling listened and temporarily put the matter of the thread head aside.
Afterwards, he learned another thing. The messenger said that while organizing the evacuation of civilians, they suspected that they had caught a spy.
The matter of espionage is no small matter. After all, there are a lot of people mixed together during the evacuation. Even if they are screened, there is no guarantee that there won't be people mixed in and trying to find out about their troop movements.
The Imperial Lieutenant General they were fighting on the front line, the "Master of Defense", was an expert at fighting defensive battles based on spy intelligence.
Bai Ling took it seriously and called the person in charge of his subordinates to ask questions.
However, this question seemed a little strange.
"You said that person was sneaking around with special equipment and filming everywhere, not only taking pictures of our vehicles transporting civilians, but also taking pictures of our warships?"
The officer in charge of the evacuation department reported solemnly: "Yes! This guy is very arrogant. He took various high-definition photos of our warship models. When we went to search, we found 800G of high-definition videos in his optical computer!"
Bai Ling frowned and thought, this was indeed too suspicious. Who in their right mind would take this photo?
"He was very professional. He was afraid that he would be exposed, so he created an identity for himself. When he was arrested, he was arrogant and shouted that he was innocent. He also said that if we had heard of his name, we would have released him immediately."
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the name?"
Officer: "He said he was a director and had made some movies, like the one that our internal cinema has been showing, 'A Picture from the Past.' But he couldn't fool me. The name of the director of that movie didn't match his ID card at all, so we detained him first and reported him immediately."
The officer followed this series of procedures correctly. During such a sensitive period, we must of course be wary of the enemy infiltrating the rear.
But Bai Ling always felt it was a bit strange. If this person was really a spy, wasn't he too stupid? Had he not even received the most basic confidentiality training? They actually put the evidence in the computer. It's too easy to be exposed.
Bai Ling had seen the movie "A Picture from the Past" and also felt that this matter was a bit strange, so he decided to go and take a look in person.
When I got to the door, I heard a loud noise before I even got close:
"You idiots! I've already told you that my stage name and real name are different, so it's normal that the ID cards don't match!... And I also have a film and television company, you guys go check it out!... Yes, the company's proxy holding is not in my name, isn't that to avoid taxes!"
Maybe he was in a hurry to get out, so the director shouted it all out.
Bai Ling originally wanted to interrogate him directly, but after hearing this, he rolled his eyes and took half a step back without saying a word.
He asked his subordinate to go over and said, "Stand in front of me."
The officer realized what he meant immediately, his face tightened, and he pushed the door open with a serious and terrifying atmosphere.
"What are you shouting about? Do you think you've lived too long?!"
The officer was actually quite kind, otherwise Bai Ling would not have assigned him to be responsible for transporting civilians.
But this man was tall and strong, like an ostrich, with an extremely intimidating height and a face full of fat. The sudden roar scared everyone in the cell so much that they trembled three times, their legs and feet went weak and they almost fell to their knees.
The director suddenly lost confidence. But he considered himself a celebrity in the literary and art world and wanted to save face, so he held on to the railing forcefully and refused to give in.
He stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "I am innocent! You can't just arrest random people... If it weren't for the Star Network saying that the atmosphere in Yexing is good, why would I come here? And yet you still arrest random people..."
The officer squinted at him and said, "You are a spy."
The director was furious: "I'm not! Have you investigated?"
"We investigated, but the information you provided doesn't match." The officer was unmoved. "Only the photos can match, but spies all have plastic surgery."
The director almost choked on a mouthful of blood. "I've been explaining this to you for so long, why don't you understand?"
"I don't understand, but I know you are a spy."
The director was desperate. This guy was an illiterate. No matter what you said to him, this big fool would just say: I don’t understand, just follow the rules.
It's over, he's finished this time. This is like a scholar meeting a soldier. He can't even explain himself.
The other side had a preconceived notion that the materials he shot were intended to convey intelligence. With this understanding, even if he asks someone to send identity documents, it will be considered fake.
He is going to die.
He would be shot as a spy.
Thinking of this, the director was overwhelmed with grief. He leaned against the wall, wiped his tears, and burst into tears.
However, at this moment, the young man standing behind the officer suddenly kindly reminded:
"Do you have any internal evidence, such as audited accounts, to prove that you are the boss behind this?"
The director instantly jumped up as if grabbing a life-saving straw:
"Yes, yes, yes! I have saved it all in the cloud, it is encrypted, I will tell you the password."
The officer's face immediately darkened and he sneered, "You still say you're not a spy, and you have encrypted files!"
The director felt so wronged that he cried and explained urgently: "That's not treason. Hey, how can I explain it to you? That's internal accounting. We don't want the tax bureau to find out, so we did that!"
"I evaded taxes, do you understand? I stole the country's money, can you understand that this is just a tax evasion account, not a spy file at all, my God -"
The young voice said: "Then how many people have you escaped? If you escape too much, you will be shot."
The director was angry that they were stubborn and refused to change their ways. He decided to shoot them. Why did they keep talking about shooting? Do they understand the law?
A bunch of illiterate people!
He began to educate himself on the law on the spot: "Impossible! Imperial law does not allow the death penalty for tax evasion. The maximum sentence is ten years in prison. The Octopus Empire does not have this, and the Old Empire does not have this either! Humph, don't try to fool me. I do this, and I've studied it more thoroughly than you do."
The more I talk, the more excited I am, so I just want to prove it to myself:
"And I only escaped 2 billion. This is the first time you caught me, a first offense. Even if I pay four times the fine, the maximum I have to pay is 8 billion. There is no need to execute me!"
After he finished speaking with a heavy breath, the director heard silence from the other side.
He felt that this must have been convinced by his logically rigorous chain of evidence. He put his hands on his waist and took two breaths, feeling a little proud and a bit aloof from the literary and artistic world:
"Do you understand now? Are you still going to shoot him?"
A nagging expression.
Bai Ling: "I understand. A fine of 8 billion."
director:"…………"
He said unhappily, "I'm just explaining it to you, as an analogy. And you're just a low-level soldier, how can you dream of fining me? Do you have that much power?"
Speaking of the latter part, it becomes a bit sarcastic.
The cell was dark and poorly lit. The young man was standing far away, and most of his body was blocked by the officer's two-meter-one height, so naturally he could not be seen clearly.
Moreover, he heard the voice sounded young, so he naturally thought that the person standing behind must be a powerless follower.
He is a director and has a film and television company under him. He is like a god on the set. He is used to being bossy and it is inevitable that he looks down on them and thinks that these people in front of him are not worthy of talking to him.
If we want to talk, we have to find a senior official.
When the time comes, he will meet with senior officials, explain the situation, and then give them a bribe of several million in private. Then the matter might be over, and he might not even have to pay a fine!
He was calculating, and didn't want to waste time with the soldiers, so he impatiently dismissed them: "I want to talk to your superiors. Even if there is a fine, it is not your business..."
"I really can manage it."
The young man took a step forward and came into the light. He smiled at him with a cold poker face that was denounced by the imperial official media as a warmongering omega:
"Am I qualified at this level?"
The director saw his face clearly.
“…………!!!???”
"white."
"in vain……"
No one has more power than him.
The director was so frightened that he fell to the ground, stammering in panic, "Commander Bai, I, I didn't know it was you—!"
Bai Ling smiled, looking very kind: "So you will pay the 8 billion fine?"
The director nodded hurriedly: "I'll pay, I'll pay!"
"Transfer the money this week?"
“…It will be transferred this week.”
Bai Ling casually mentioned: "However, according to the law, even if you pay the fine, you still have to go to jail for a year. But if you have done charity and donated money, you can reduce the sentence."
director:"……"
She is so young but her temperament is better than that of a star, but the words she speaks sound like a devil.
Director: “…I, I will donate.”
Bai Ling hummed. He thought that there would be milk for breakfast for the children who would be evacuated tomorrow.
It's worth the trip.
Afterwards, the director was taken away for questioning, this time not for espionage but for tax evasion.
In order to clear himself of the accusation of being a "spy", the director confessed to tax evasion.
It turns out that there is no correlation between work and character.
The director who was able to make a warm-hearted film like "A Picture from the Past" actually has a little dark heart. He was very happy when he heard that reporting others could reduce his fine. He took a piece of paper and wrote a book in a very eloquent manner.
They were all big tax evaders he knew in the entertainment industry.
Anyway, if I die, my fellow Taoists will die too.
In the end, the fine was successfully reduced to 6 billion and he was sentenced to three months in prison.
The director said pitifully: "Leave some money for me. I'm planning to make a new movie after I get out of prison to win awards."
Bai Ling agreed. After all, the wool is collected in batches, so keep it first and collect it next time.
He looked at the extra six billion on the books, rubbed his chin, and calculated:
"Well, if you capture an idol, you can buy a big rocket... If you capture half of a director, you can buy an attack ship..."
The old empire is in decline, the new empire is corrupt, and the literary and art circles have probably evaded a lot of taxes in the past ten years. Take this opportunity to make some money and earn some gold coins... then you can build a new fleet!
happy.
At the same time, Seibu Si at the front line reported, asking for food, weapons and equipment.
Osprey was familiar with him and glanced at the list. "Major General, why do you want so much?"
Xiwu Si lit a cigarette, not surprised: "These two thousand rockets, one hundred missiles, one thousand mechas, seven hundred armored vehicles and three attack ships, if only one tenth of them can be delivered, it would be considered fast."
He has been in the military for many years and knows the situation. The report must be submitted early, and then the headquarters will approve it and then the funding will be reviewed and approved by the lower levels. All the process will take at least two months.
And he must report a larger quantity and ask for more, so that his superiors will give him a similar amount in proportion.
"We need it now. Otherwise, we have to wait until March or May to get it. By then, we will have run out of ammunition and be left with nothing."
However, three days later, when Seibuji went to receive an interstellar "express delivery", he was so frightened when he saw it at the armory that the cigarette in his mouth fell out.
Osprey: "...Major General, this seems to be the two thousand rockets, one hundred missiles, one thousand mechas, seven hundred armored vehicles, and three attack ships on the way that you wanted."
“…”
After a moment of silence, a loud and excited shout rang out from the crowded armory area:
"That cripple, I'm going to kiss him to death! I've never fought such a rich battle in my life! It feels great!"
Bai Ling received the communication from Xiwu Si and could hear how happy the steppe eagle was through the electric current.
Adequate equipment is the guarantee of soldiers' survival rate, which is the promise that every general most hopes to get from his superiors.
Bai Ling had been poor before, so he wanted to make his generals rich.
He turned around in his chair and couldn't help but send a message to the merman:
[Royal Arms Dealer, super fast delivery, five-star praise! ]
Yu Chen received it, picked it up, looked at it and smiled. Just as he was about to reply, the status bar suddenly refreshed:
[System: I guess it’s someone you know——]
[Falcon Falcon Lu Ding: What should I do if my Ocean Clan husband has a long hair when I wake up... (Click to see more)]
Yu Chen seemed to be thinking about something.
After a while, Bai Ling received a message from the mermaid, with a screenshot attached. The picture shows his order to the production department of Gorgon, requiring on-time delivery and that quality is linked to the life of the production director.
The order was serious, except for one thing: Mr. Yu’s nickname in the company’s internal system was:
【Marine Husband】
Bai Ling: “…………”
ah.
Ahhh, ahhhhhh!
Big data is harming me!
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