My Prime Minister is so cute

"Dick Church."

"age?"

"47 is old."

"gender?"

"male."

"What law did you break?"

"I didn't break the law!"

Upon hearing this question, Dick suddenly became emotional. "I'm innocent. I absolutely didn't miss a penny of tax! You're accusing me! This is illegal imprisonment! I want to see my lawyer! I want to see the district mayor!!!"

The burly policeman replied expressionlessly and wrote down a sentence in his notebook: "The client denies any criminal record..."

After completing the basic record, the police slowly took out several sheets of white paper covered with words from their briefcases. These sheets recorded Dick's tax evasion activities discovered by the tax bureau in great detail, clearly recording everything from the date to the method of committing the crime.

"Forget about calling your lawyer."

The police officer said, "The lawyer you hired pretended to be a high-tech factory and defrauded the government of tax breaks. He's also been arrested and is incarcerated next door to you. I'll go and interrogate him after I'm done with you."

As soon as I saw those pieces of paper.

Dick's expression suddenly froze, and he silently took back the words he had originally shouted about wanting to see the district chief.

How the hell did I get discovered?

Didn’t that lawyer pat his chest and guarantee that it would never be discovered, and said that everyone did the same?

"Anything else to say now?"

the policeman asked.

"I, I'm innocent!" However, Dick had already thought of a policy to deal with it, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to evade taxes. "I had no knowledge of this and never instructed the lawyer to do this. It was purely the lawyer's own arbitrary decision. It has nothing to do with me!"

"So, you were wronged?"

The policeman frowned.

"Yes."

Dick nodded repeatedly. "I'm willing to pay the unpaid taxes and the corresponding fines. Please clear my name!"

As for lawyer Dick, he also insisted that he was the only one who did it. In addition, Dick himself admitted his mistakes with a good attitude. So after being detained in the police station for a few days and paying the missed taxes, Dick was surprised to find that he was actually released.

"Is it really just to investigate tax evasion?"

Dick returned to the factory and sat behind the office, feeling as if he were in another world.

It was mainly due to the large-scale anti-gangster and anti-evil operation some time ago. The lack of manpower led to rough and direct actions, as well as some false and wrongful cases. As a result, the survivors spread the rumor that the police station was a terrorist organization, and he even thought that he would be whipped and pepper sprayed as soon as he entered.

I didn't expect the police inside to be so civilized. They spoke politely and were not as scary as the rumors said.

"But why did you put me back?"

Dick, the clever one, shook his head in confusion and couldn't help but start to talk too much. "If I were the district chief and I had a troublemaker like this under my command during the promotion of light bulbs, and he happened to be in trouble, I would definitely seize the opportunity to make a big fuss and not let him go until he was forced to install the light bulbs."

"Hmph, after all, you're still too young. If it were me..."

While he was talking to himself.

boom--

The office door was kicked open.

"Open the door." The fire captain said rudely, "Someone reported that there is a fire hazard here and that you have illegally renovated it."

......

What happened to Dick naturally reached the ears of other factory owners at the first time.

Some factory owners with ulterior motives, like Dick, whose factories had many tricks up their sleeves, betrayed the factory owners' alliance at the first opportunity and chose to submit orders for electric lights to the Nader Institute in exchange for their own safety.

"What? Ordering lights?"

At the Nader Institute, Sophia heard the factory owner's intentions and immediately gave him a businesslike smile. "Sure deal, 4000 each. How many would you like?"

"Ah, 4000?"

The factory owner who came to the door and admitted his defeat was confused: "Wasn't it 3200 before?"

"That was the previous discounted price, 8% off," Sophia said with a smile. "Now that the discount is over, it's naturally back to the original price."

Go back to the original price, everyone knows your original price is 3000!

After cursing inwardly, the timid factory owner, like the others, began to bargain skillfully: "Ms. Sophia, I have an 80-year-old mother and three 10-year-old children..."

Bargaining was still useful before.

But the situation was different now. This time, Sophia wasn't so easy to talk to. She rolled her eyes and said, "4000 each. It's up to you whether you want to buy it or not."

Although I really want to try the bargaining tactic of pretending to leave.

However, when he thought about the result of his failed bargaining and the fact that his fellow factory owner named Dick was being tossed around by various departments, the cowardly factory owner finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, 4000 each, I'll buy it!"

Similar behaviors are happening privately among many factory owners.

Although they claimed to be united in resisting the tyranny of the evil district chief, in reality most of them were just talking big and would join in the fun when the wind was blowing. But when they saw Dick's situation and realized that the situation was not good, they immediately surrendered secretly.

After all, everyone is a rich person, and no one wants to gamble their huge wealth and confront the government.

Moreover, as a factory owner pointed out in the previous discussion, the cost of installing electric lights is still acceptable if you grit your teeth. Moreover, as the lighting conditions improve and the workers' working hours increase, the cost can be slowly recovered.

At worst... just consider it as protection money.

As for the so-called bottom line...that's a matter for the future, let's talk about it later.

As for the remaining few tough guys, the factory owners who were determined to fight to the end, Bird showed no mercy. Instead, just like he did to Dick, he used the tax bureau, land bureau, fire department, police department and other departments to serve them in turn.

The methods used were no longer so gentle. Occasionally a few bumps and bruises or a couple of meals of skipping were considered small lessons.

We were quite polite before, because after all, if all the factories united to stop production, we would be a little scared.

But now there are only a few troublesome factories left, so they can just shut down. If you don't want to start production, there are plenty of factories that will. You can continue working or not. If you want to go bankrupt, no one will stop you.

So the last and first one, the most stubborn and smart director, Dick, also took the initiative to admit defeat and purchased electric lights for his factory at the "original price" of 5000 yuan per light bulb.

This massive anti-district chief alliance declared its complete collapse.

Chapter 163: Miss Phoebe, this is not going to be easy...

Stay up all night.

Sean walked alone on the bright night streets of Forks, his eyes empty and lifeless.

The wound on his left arm has healed, and the bandaged area no longer bleeds and hurts, but his lost left hand will never be recovered.

Naturally, I can't go back to the factory.

No factory would hire a one-handed employee.

Even if someone was willing to hire him, his working speed with one hand was far slower than that of a normal person, and he could not earn enough money to support his family.

For a moment, Sean was confused about the future.

Nowadays, at night in the Fox District, the streets are illuminated by bright street lights, making the streets as bright as day; in order to earn back the money spent on electricity, most factories choose to extend their working hours and turn on the lights, with bright white light shining through the windows.

At first glance, it's all bright.

However, when Sean looked, he could only see his own extremely bleak life.

For a moment, he even had a thought of hatred, because the brightness of these people was clearly based on his lost left hand.

They can work in a bright and safe factory and earn more wages than before, but he himself has lost his job and sees no hope for his future life.

Why? ? ?

Why????

Just at this time,

A young figure with golden hair walked out from the shadow of the street lamp in front of him.

Sean was startled and took a step back warily.

Although the security in the Fox District is good now, it does not mean that there are no robbers and thieves. No matter how safe a place is, there will always be people with bad intentions.

The young figure didn't seem to have any intention of robbing. Instead, upon seeing Sean's empty left hand and the bandage wrapped around his bare arm, he smiled and said, "Are you Mr. Sean?"

"who are you?"

Sean still looked alert and took a defensive stance.

But soon, he thought that for someone with such a bleak life like his, why would anyone care about him? So he looked depressed and indifferent.

"It doesn't matter who you are." Sean said, "I'm just a useless person with nothing. There's no point in looking for me. You should find someone else."

"No, no, no, some people think your experience is very valuable." The young man in front of him said,

"The experience is valuable?" Sean almost couldn't help laughing. "Are you kidding? You actually think an experience like mine is valuable—well, what is the value? Tell me."

"Of course, as a disabled person who was harmed by the factory, I used my own example to inspire people's sympathy and hostility towards the evil factory."

The young man smiled and said, "Mr. Sean, having lost a hand, your life must be very inconvenient now. No factory is willing to hire you, right? Since you can't find a suitable job, why not try to join me?"

"who are you?"

Sean's expression gradually became serious. He felt that the young man in front of him was not joking.

"It's our first meeting, you can call me Roy."

The young man's smile widened, and he extended his right hand: "Mr. Sean, are you interested in joining our environmental protection organization and doing your part for global environmental protection?"

.......

The next day.

Government office.

"Bird, did you see the headlines?"

Avril held an open newspaper in her hand, her face trembling with anxiety.

"Yes, Mayor," Bird said casually, scratching his ear. "The great Mayor Avril has once again fulfilled her campaign promise. She chose not to stick to the old ways, but instead, based on the realities of the new era, dealt a heavy blow to the evil factory owners, successfully improving working conditions for workers and bringing happiness and well-being to the general public..."

"Hehehe~"

Avril listened with a mysterious smile, then noticed Bird's nonchalant expression and frowned. "Bird, improving the working environment for workers is a great achievement. Why do you look so nonchalant?"

"Sorry, mayor, I'm a little hungry." Bird glanced at the wall clock. "Look, it's already noon. How about we go home first?"

"It's noon?"

Avril perked up and glanced at the clock: "Well, it's time to go home for dinner. Let's go back."

"I'm sorry, mayor."

Bird stood up from his seat and adjusted his tie. "I have something else to do at noon. District Chief, please go home first."

"What's the matter again?"

Avril asked suspiciously, "I haven't seen you at lunch lately."

"I have no choice. Someone of considerable importance invited me to dinner, so I have to go." Bird sighed, looking helpless and reluctant. "It's work-related, so I'm reluctant too..."

The speaker got up and left, walked out of the office, left the government building, walked along the street, and came to a house.

Reach out and gently knock on the door.

Soon there was a sound of hurried footsteps inside, and then the door opened and Phoebe appeared at the door.

Unlike her usual professional suits, the secretary at home wears a simple white loose sweater and a sky blue apron, which gives her a homely feel.

"The food will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

After saying this, Phoebe hurried back to the kitchen.

Bird walked into the small staff dormitory provided by the government and sat down at the dining table in the middle of the room.

The room is not very big, after all, it is a free staff dormitory.

However, the room was very tidy, just like his own office every morning. Even some moldy spots on the wall seemed to have been dug out one by one.

It didn't take long before two hot meals were served. They were also a whole fried boneless chicken thigh steak, a few pieces of cauliflower, two cherry tomatoes, and a few potato chips. They were all relatively cheap and common foods.

"The restaurant is too expensive. With my current salary, I can't afford it." The secretary sat across the table and said apologetically, "I'll try to cook it myself. I'm not sure if it will suit your taste."