A Mouse Drilled a Hole in the Levee

Chapter 35: A Mouse Drilled a Hole in the Levee

At this moment, Michael, far away in Kuli Lan City, was still busy at work. This time, Kuli Lan City had invited them to assist in investigating the Heng Hui Group's economic case. As the leader of a Federal Revenue Service investigation team, Michael quickly discovered something was amiss.

It wasn't that he had discovered any clues about the Heng Hui Group, but rather that he had found some problems with some of the evidence currently collected in Kuli Lan City.

To put it simply, the process of collecting some of the evidence was flawed, and the source of some of the data in some of the evidence was problematic.

Whether it's a tax case or an ordinary criminal case, it's essentially a process of accumulation, a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

Investigators need to collect clues bit by bit, form evidence, and then assemble these pieces of evidence into a complete chain of evidence, ultimately sending the defendant to the dock.

The whole process is interlinked, but the clues and evidence he saw had some minor flaws.

However, he didn't say it out loud. This kind of thing is very normal. When the higher-ups are determined to make certain people pay the price, no one will pay attention to the legality of obtaining evidence until it becomes a public issue!

Michael himself felt that this might be related to the fact that the Heng Hui Group itself was a multinational corporation involving foreign investment. Those big capitalists in the Bayer Federation were never honest businessmen who competed fairly. Their abilities in other areas were far superior to their actual management skills.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, startling him. Because it was a major case, the investigation team had to abide by the principle of confidentiality, which meant no external communication and no one was allowed to leave their posts and the sight of others alone.

Michael had never considered that the telephone on his desk would ring.

He hesitated for a moment, then answered it. He noticed that several locals were staring at him immediately, staring at him without caring whether he noticed or not.

The call was from his wife. He tapped the ground with his toe, and the swivel chair turned him away from the others. "Honey, what's so important that it couldn't wait until I got back?"

Michael's Wife could no longer bear the pressure of the past two days when she heard the familiar voice, and burst into tears. While crying, she talked about what happened to Little Michael.

Michael stood up abruptly in shock. "How could this happen? What happened while I was away these past few days?"

A moment later, he slumped back into his chair. His partner walked over with some concern, watching him silently without saying a word.

After about a minute or two, Michael glanced at his partner and said, "I have to go back. Something happened at home."

His partner didn't stop him. They had been old colleagues for more than a decade, and he knew that Michael would never leave his post unless something major had happened. There was no point in trying to persuade him, so it was better to say nothing.

The two found the director of the Federal Revenue Service in Kuli Lan City. Michael told him about what happened at his home. Originally, the director had already received a report from his subordinates and was wondering how to refuse Michael's request to return.

During these few days of work, everyone had seen Michael's work ability. He was definitely one of the best, and this was the type of work that the investigation team was most often exposed to.

Compared to tax workers at the "Agent" and "Special Agent" levels, the investigation team was more outstanding in terms of comprehensive ability. The addition of Michael and his young men had accelerated the case a lot.

Now that Michael was leaving, the efficiency of his people in their work might slow down because they lacked a leader they were used to.

But the things that happened to Michael's family made it impossible for the director to refuse him. His wife was almost assaulted in the middle of the night, and his son was inexplicably framed and imprisoned. If he didn't let him go back in this situation, it wouldn't be a matter of offending someone, but of making an enemy.

The director of Kuli Lan City could only sigh and approve Michael's departure. Fortunately, only he was leaving. His partner would stay and take over Michael's work. He hoped they could continue to maintain their current speed! Michael didn't stay any longer, packing his things and embarking on the journey back to Sabine City overnight. The darkness in the wilderness not only didn't slow down his speed, but instead stimulated him to step on the accelerator to the end.

At the same time, in another completely different environment, Gepu was discussing some issues related to the next stage of work with several members of the company's management.

They were in a relatively private private club, the kind that only accepted invited guests. Without an invitation, no matter how much money or status you had, you couldn't get in.

After a simple shower, several men entered the sauna. After the door closed, Gepu took the initiative to walk to the volcanic rock and poured a ladle of cold water on it.

In an instant, a large number of bubbles appeared on the surface of the stone eroded by the cold water, and a large amount of steam instantly filled the entire room, and even the temperature seemed to have increased by several degrees.

"That's enough..."

Someone in the steam instructed. Gepu put down the ladle and sat on the bottom wooden steps.

"Gepu..."

"Yes, sir!"

A group director sitting at the highest level tilted his head back, his face covered with a towel soaked in ice water. The hot steam would only make him sweat, not make him feel unable to breathe.

The scalding steam also somewhat hindered breathing, making people feel uncomfortable, but covering the face with a towel dampened with ice water felt like entering a whole new world.

His voice was somewhat muffled as it came through the towel, "I've discussed your matter with the board of directors. They don't object to your promotion to become a new partner in the group, but you need to demonstrate your ability."

The sauna fell into a brief silence, and Gepu's breathing could be faintly felt to have become heavier.

After another dozen seconds or so, the person sitting at the highest level continued, "Heng Hui has recently gotten into a lot of trouble. These matters have nothing to do with us, but there are some business dealings between our two companies."

"Alas... who would have thought that Heng Hui would suddenly get into such big trouble, with some accounts that may not be very clear. You need to resolve these issues as soon as possible, so that I can continue to speak for you on the board of directors, understand?"

The person removed the towel from his face. The originally cold towel had become warm, making him feel less comfortable.

This guy looked to be about forty years old, with a good appearance and a decent temperament. He glanced sideways at Gepu, who lowered his head slightly.

For large companies, such as the group company where Gepu worked, which was a local economic pillar enterprise in Sabine City, even if there were some entangled small problems in the company's accounts, the tax system would turn a blind eye.

As long as they could deliver most of the taxes they should pay into the Federal Revenue Service's account on time every month, people would turn a blind eye to those small mistakes.

There was no need to ruin a major taxpayer for some insignificant small problems. If they really killed them, who would provide so much tax revenue, political achievements, and jobs?

But now the situation was somewhat special. Heng Hui's case also involved a member of the House of Representatives, and given that they were a multinational corporation, it was inherently sensitive. Sometimes the Federal government would directly arrange for a high-level working group to be responsible for the final cleanup.

For those investigators who had been in high positions for a long time, the life and death of those at the bottom had no direct relationship with them. They would neither gain any benefits from letting them off easily, nor would they lose their own interests by holding on tightly.

On the contrary, if they could uncover more loopholes, it would not only be a political achievement for them, but also provide ample fines for the Federal government.

As for the local issues... that had nothing to do with them.

As long as Gepu could do these things well, then the group's board of directors could consider promoting him to become a new partner in the group company.