After reading the Transaction Newspaper for a while, Lynch picked up the local newspaper again, most of the things he learned about in the Transaction Newspaper were a macro aspect of the changes, which didn't have much use for him right now.
On the contrary, some of the local newspapers could provide him with some important information, allowing him to understand some of the local changes more quickly.
For example, a few more factories had closed down, and a large number of unemployed workers had flooded the streets, making the already less safe security environment even more unsafe.
For example, the male cat of a certain family is actually pregnant, with a swollen belly that looks as if it is about to give birth soon, and the owner is said to have hired a special nurse to look after the male cat.
For example, the milkman on the farm said he was abducted by aliens, who snatched a handful of his leg hairs and released him, and he drew the alien spaceship and what the aliens looked like with the help of an artist.
As well as ..., Lynch glanced at the table of contents and flipped to the centerfold of the local news paper, which had a small piece of news with the news that Michael, the former head of the Department of Revenue's investigative team, who had been transferred to another area prison to serve his sentence not long ago, had admitted that he had evaded the law by asking his own children to take the fall for him.
Now that he has realized his fault, he turned himself in to the prison administration and was sentenced by the court yesterday.
Michael Jr. was acquitted, but Michael's sentence was increased by 40 months, three years and four months, plus the previous sentence, even if Director Johnson wanted to use the "special talents requisition regulations" to get Michael out, I'm afraid there is no chance.
Seven years from now, Commissioner Johnson will be who knows where, and maybe he'll still be able to do it, say he's moved up to a counselor's position in the state's office.
But it's also possible that he didn't have the ability to do so, and we all know that a warehouseman couldn't even start such a regulation, even if he nominally rose to the state office of the Department of Revenue.
It's a "deal" that I don't know whether to call it a good deal or a bad deal.
It may be worthwhile to different people, but in the eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Michael, for example, at least it was a good deal, as Michael Jr. was released from prison a few months earlier than he would have been, and received a significant "not guilty" verdict.
The state court looked at the specific facts of the situation and determined that if Michael had asked Michael Jr. to do something, it would have been difficult for Michael Jr. to say no, given the father-son and master-subservant relationship.
In addition to Michael Jr.'s age, so the crime of harboring and perjury was not established, the state court judge was very humane to give Michael Jr. a "not guilty" of the final judgment.
This also meant that the stains that had been on Michael's file were completely wiped out by this judgment and Michael's additional three years in prison.
The trajectory of his life had changed somewhat.
Just as Lynch skimmed his lips to express his indignation and a certain limit of humanitarian-based sympathy for Michael's ordeal, the doorbell rang.
Lynch put down the newspaper, wiped his mouth with a hand towel, and got up to walk towards the living room, where the maid briefly cleaned up the table before busying herself with opening the door for Lynch again.
These days a good job was very hard to come by, let alone a job like this that only required cleaning and dusting.
Lynch usually passed the time by lying on the couch and watching TV whenever she wasn't home, and with a decent paycheck every month, she cared about this job a lot, which was why she wanted to talk to Lynch in private, and she hoped to be able to work here for a little longer.
The front door of the house was quickly opened and Chief Johnson, who was standing outside, froze for a moment when he saw the maid's attire and quickly averted his gaze.
He didn't know if these people would have some unspeakable pet peeves, in case he annoyed Lynch by looking at him a few more times, or if some accidents happened, he really couldn't even talk about it.
After a brief inquiry, the maid guided Director Johnson to the living room and then left on her own accord.
"I saw you in the newspaper just now." , Lynch sat back after shaking hands with Chief Johnson, he crossed his legs and looked at Chief Johnson with a smile on his face, "Can I help you?"
It looked like a very normal attitude, but Chief Johnson felt an aura that was hidden by these things on Lynch's surface, something that couldn't be said, loneliness?
Maybe, and a little bit like arrogance, not very descriptive.
Lynch's words, the expression on his face was just to perfume himself, Chief Johnson was sure of that.
He didn't care about these performances of Lynch's, instead, he asked somewhat strangely, "Am I in the newspaper?"
According to the rules that were not explicitly written, a handful of a certain power organization in a region, without the consent of the other party, these people would not actively appear in front of the media and the public.
On one hand, it was to maintain and protect their mysteriousness, and on the other hand, it was also to not cause trouble for themselves.
There were always a lot of lunatics in this world who never considered whether what they did was in line with the rules or not, they would only do what they wanted to do, including harassing people who had harmed them in their opinion, even if it wasn't actually the case.
Lynch nodded, "I saw that Michael's sentence was increased ..."
When he heard this Chief Johnson scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you, I did it, and it has something to do with why I'm here."
Lynch nodded slightly, realizing that he continued to speak further, at the same time he also realized the purpose of Chief Johnson's visit here.
But he wouldn't say it voluntarily, there were some things he could say on his own that might be worth a little more, but sometimes he couldn't do too much good if he said it on his own.
Michael was serving his sentence, Michael Jr. was in prison exclusively, Michael's wife probably didn't know to this day how to deal with the sudden change in her life that was to follow, and no one in this family had the power to change things.
The only person left who could make a difference, and who had the right to do so, was Michael's old boss, Chief Johnson.
Lynch wouldn't suspect that it was Michael's coworkers who did it, those people who stepped on Michael based on whatever circumstances they had, they wouldn't let there be any more connection between themselves and Michael, only Johnson was different.
This was a good old boy, and sometimes it was hard to tell if being too nice was right or wrong.
After hesitating for some time, Chief Johnson sighed somewhat helplessly, "I met with Michael two days ago, and he said that this matter ends here, and at the same time, he also regrets for the things he did to you in the past, and asked me to convey his apologies to you, and hope that you can forgive him ... ", Lynch nodded his head a little to indicate that he knew, but from the expression on his face that hadn't changed much, it seemed that he was quite indifferent to Michael's statement.
Thinking about it was also true, after ten years, a prisoner who had just been released from prison, a big shot who might have been even more successful, there was no chance of getting involved with each other long ago, so why should he care?
But there are still some things that need to be resolved, Director Johnson continued with a hard head, "This matter ... cost us a lot of money, little Michael will have to be transferred to a school elsewhere to re-study after he comes back, plus some other expenses... ..."
Chief Johnson subconsciously rubbed his palms together a little bit shyly, honestly he might not be a good person, but he almost never broke the law, much less ever took the initiative to do something like today.
Hearing this, Lynch realized that it was almost time, and he began by making his attitude clear, "There's no good or friendship between me and Michael, and even if his wife and child had to go begging on the side of the road, that's what they deserved."
"But ...", his words changed, "I'm good friends with you, and I'm willing to help you out when you're in trouble, and it's not for the reason of Michael's bullshit, it's because of you, Commissioner Johnson. "
Lynch's words annoyed him a little, sighed a little, but then there was some inexplicable unspoken smugness?
The truth was that when any person's worth was recognized by others, and given a higher level of recognition, they were happy about it.
"I don't know ...," Chief Johnson said, a little bewildered.
Lynch, on the other hand, pulled out his transfer checkbook and wrote a number on it before handing it over, "For your sake, and in the spirit of humanitarianism, I'm willing to bail out this poor family, but I'm going to need someone to oversee the use of this money and give it to them in installments, do you have the time to do that, Chief Johnson?"
With a tear, the check was torn from Lynch's checkbook and held in his hand as he waited for an answer.