Chapter 77 The Old Fox of the IRS
Hannah’s half-joking and half-testing plot failed, and she hung up the video with satisfaction.
Jack continued his French cuisine. The preparation of beef bourguignon was a little complicated. He did not buy authentic Charolais beef, so he simply used good beef tenderloin and made slight improvements. process.
If you exclude very expensive ingredients such as black truffles and caviar, many of the ingredients in French food are actually relatively close to the people. Jack chose to focus more on the cooking process, otherwise he would just buy the authentic ones. The Brittany lobster (French blue dragon) can be considered a big meal even if it is simply boiled.
French onion soup followed, and finally after making the Nicoise salad and cherry Basque cake, Jack let out a sigh of satisfaction, and it was almost time to wait for the guests to arrive.
Although master-level cooking skills cannot produce golden legendary dishes that are not perfect, they are enough to cope with the picky tastes of most gourmets.
Just after 8:30, the doorbell rang on time, and a skinny old man wearing a traditional suit and a bald head appeared at the door of Jack's house.
When Jack saw this old man, he couldn't help but feel happy. Batman left behind, and Commissioner Gordon came behind. He wondered if he could bring together all the famous characters from the DC and Marvel universes in the future. Two tables of mahjong, that will be fun.
"If you may excuse me, Mr. Tavole, I am Ray King, from the Ministry of Finance." The old man did not know the messy thoughts in Jack's mind, so he introduced himself seriously.
"It's my great honor. Your Excellency, please come in."
Seeing the God of Wealth arriving, the smile on Jack's face became even more enthusiastic.
Lei Jin walked into the living room and saw Jack's slightly weird-looking Eight Immortals table, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
“I didn’t expect Mr. Tavole to be so versatile. The workmanship of this table is very unique.”
“Just call me Jack. It’s just a small hobby. The kitchen is The cabinet on the side was also made by me.”
This old man’s eyes were really vicious, and Jack was shocked. Although his carpentry skills were not yet proficient, he put a lot of effort into making this table. Not only is it made of solid oak, but some exquisite patterns are also carved on it, and the result can be seen at a glance.
"I also often appraise some antique furniture. It can be seen that although the craftsmanship of this table is still a little immature, it is also unique and has its own school."
As the saying goes, when you are polite to others, you must ask for something. , this old guy flatters him so loudly, he is probably in trouble.
Jack took out two plates of pan-seared foie gras from the incubator as an appetizer. The Harlan Winery brought by Wesley’s rich second generation last time came in handy, although it was only the second brand of Harlan Winery. "Girl", but also valuable, everyone just tasted it briefly and then sealed it away.
“This is the most delicious French foie gras I have ever tasted on the West Coast.”
Jin Wei squinted her eyes as she savored the meal and gave a heartfelt compliment.
Although he did not strictly follow the French five-course procedure, Jack did not cook any of the appetizers, soups, hot appetizers, main courses, and desserts.
After tasting the last dessert, cherry Basque cake, Jin couldn't help but sigh.
"It's such a pity that you are a patrol officer of the LAPD instead of becoming the chef of a Michelin restaurant."
The old man realized that he had made an unexpected slip of the tongue and quickly made up for it.
"Of course, I don't mean to belittle your profession, just as an old man." Jack smiled and made a pot of black tea, put milk and sugar on it, and signaled him to help himself.
“I understand what you mean. Maybe one day I won’t be a policeman and I will really consider opening a restaurant. Of course, you are always welcome to visit my home. In fact, I prefer French food to French food. Invite my guests to try more Chinese food."
"I'm very much looking forward to it. Before getting into the topic, can I first know about your relationship with that person?"
Lei Jin took a sip of black tea. Although his eyes were friendly, they were a little scrutinizing. This may be his professional nature.
You need to be very alert when talking to such an elderly person. You are not afraid that the other person will not believe you, but you are afraid that the old fox will get the wrong meaning.
Jack thought about it in his mind before speaking.
"To be precise, I am Chris's 'doctor'. I am currently providing him with some psychological counseling. I am also one of his few friends."
Jack deliberately called Christian Wolfe by a relatively familiar name. In the original play, the relationship between Ray King and the accountant was very delicate. Although they cooperated and both knew the details, they only met once and they understood each other. It’s not announced but also meant to be on guard.
This answer obviously surprised Jin. He knew that Jack was quite versatile, but he didn't expect that he could not only be a good cook, but also have a side job as a doctor.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t practice medicine and I never charge fees, it’s just some ancestral craftsmanship.”
Jack took out a pack of silver needles and showed it to him: "Add a little psychological suggestion to help him improve his sleep quality."
Lei Jin showed an expression of sudden realization, and he didn't know whether he really believed it or was pretending. .
Jack was too lazy to talk about his made-up Chinese medicine theory with this kind of old fox who had become a spirit. He didn’t know much about this mysterious IRS supervisor. As the saying goes, you will make mistakes if you talk too much. Someone who really knows something might show his cowardice.
Everyone has something for everyone these days. In his previous life, he met a Canadian lady who was fast at typing Chinese on the Internet and whose ability to keynote was as good as his.
"Chris said you have some troubles. Although I don't understand why the IRS needs help from a small patrol officer, but since you are his friend, I will do my best."
The implication of his words is very clear, that is, the relationship between me and that person is closer than that between you and that person. There is no need to test. You are the one who comes to ask for help.
Ray King's face was just like his age, and there was no trace of embarrassment at all. He naturally followed Jack's words and explained his purpose.
“One of my subordinates fell silent while performing an undercover infiltration mission. It has been 6 weeks. The latest information shows that he has been near the LA County Museum of Art, but he has not taken the initiative to contact me. Now I need someone to help me find him."
Jack picked up the teapot and took the initiative to add some black tea for him. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "Since you are asking me for help, is there something wrong within you or you. Do you suspect he has betrayed you?”
Lei Jin’s wrinkled old face smiled even more, like a blooming chrysanthemum: “I like smart young people like you, have you ever considered coming to the IRS?”
Jack spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, you're late. Someone has already invited me before you. Besides, I know nothing about financial and tax laws, and I really hate being an undercover agent."
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