"Here, there's nothing..." Another investigator, unaware of what had transpired, threw out the worn-out clothes from the two boxes, including the wooden crates used to store them, which were split into several pieces. There was not a single coin or loose change here, let alone the hundreds or thousands mentioned in the tip-off. There wasn't even a single coin. The investigator involved in the delicate confrontation immediately thought it was impossible after hearing this. They had almost completed their investigation, and it seemed that this person called Simon had been exchanging coins on a large scale in unimaginable ways. Before Simon appeared, no one would have incurred such losses to exchange coins. He pioneered this, and behind his almost endless coin exchange, the investigators from the Sebin City Tax Bureau believed it was being done for Fox's benefit. During this period, Simon had only interacted with Fox and no one else. Coupled with the significant increase in tax revenue from Fox's laundry shop in the past few days, the Sebin Tax Bureau believed Simon was the "key man." In fact, since the day before yesterday, someone had been watching him. According to his behavioral pattern, he should bring the collected coins to the laundry shop, ostensibly to wash clothes but actually engaging in illegal transactions. Then he would continue to exchange coins until the next time he gathered a sufficient quantity. As long as they seized those coins in his possession, marked them, and had Simon take the coins to the laundry shop, the entire chain of evidence would be complete. Once Mr. Fox started reporting his tax situation, they would immediately send someone to inspect the submitted documents and arrest him on the spot. Everything was calculated well, but unfortunately, there was a problem here. Besides a pile of old clothes on the car, there wasn't even a single coin. Where did the money go? In the brief three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds, the investigator's eyes showed a brief moment of distraction. Then he turned to Simon and pointed at him. "Be careful..." Saying that, he patted the lapels of his windbreaker and quickly left with another investigator. They had to rush to another scene. Their rich experience made them not pin all their hopes on this group of people. Another team had raided Simon's current temporary residence. If there was no money here, then the money must be in his room. However, the investigator always felt that things wouldn't be so simple. This young man, Simon... he couldn't quite figure him out. He didn't seem like a young man who had just stepped out of the ivory tower and still held reverence for the world. Simon watched the two investigators leave the alley, spat on the ground, bent over to pick up the clothes on the ground, and then pushed the handcart out of the alley. The sunlight shone on his face, showing no signs that he had just been humiliated and punched. It was as if nothing had happened, and his smile remained unchanged. A few minutes later, he arrived at the laundry shop, went directly into the storage room behind the laundry shop, and, after exchanging greetings with two young men, started dismantling the handcart with tools. The handcart was not small, with a sturdy steel tube as the main structure and steel wires as lining. It was easy to see through. The investigator didn't carefully inspect the handcart. The store manager handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, and apologized, "I'm very sorry for what happened just now. I already know about it, but we didn't step in to help you..." Simon's gaze passed over the store manager's shoulder, and he watched as the two workers struggled to lift the dismantled steel pipes from the handcart and tilted them toward a basket. With the clattering sound of metal collisions, various coins poured out of the steel pipes like running water. Simon withdrew his gaze and looked at the store manager. He shrugged indifferently, "It's okay. I always have to deal with them. That's why I refuse. I don't like trouble." Mr. Fox had expressed the desire to recruit Simon more than once during this period. He was willing to offer Simon an exceptionally high monthly salary of three thousand dollars. In a society where the average monthly income was only two to three hundred dollars per person, a tenfold increase in average monthly salary was enough to tempt many people, but not Simon. He knew that someone like Fox, who operated on the gray path, would be difficult to shake off certain people's surveillance throughout his life. Once he agreed, he would become one of them, and in the future, no matter what he did, someone would be watching him. If he didn't join, that was another matter. His youth, his "shallow" nature, wouldn't attract too much attention. By the time people started noticing him, he would have already completed the initial accumulation. Besides, he didn't fancy someone lending money to poor people in a small town to make a living. The store manager smiled and didn't say much. Simon asked another question, "Who's the one who hit me?" Lowering his head, smoking, with his hair and the smoke obscuring his eyes, the store manager couldn't observe Simon's real emotions at this moment. "Michael, the head of the Sebin City Federal Tax Bureau investigation team. He's a troublesome person. You better not think about inappropriate ideas with him." The store manager kindly reminded him, without continuing on this topic. "How much is it this time?" "Not counting the odd change, four thousand five hundred dollars!" The store manager, after listening, was slightly stunned and then laughed. He took out several rolls of banknotes tied with rubber bands from his pocket. All of them were five and ten yuan denominations, and these banknotes were also very old, easily passing off as legitimate money. For the entire society, these five and ten yuan notes were like the coins in the laundry shop; no one could say what each coin had been through to end up here. The tax bureau could only make this money clean according to the amount reported by the laundry shop and witness it being deposited into the bank under their supervision. Simon rolled up the money, stuffed it back into the handcart, waited for a while, took the dirty clothes with him after they were washed, and then pushed the handcart away. Meanwhile, on the other side, a group of people had just raided Simon's temporary residence. They not only failed to find a single coin but also failed to discover anything valuable. "Damn it!" They didn't get any valid evidence, and they had even alarmed Simon and Fox. This would bring them more trouble, and the investigation might be terminated as a result.