The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 19 Introduced Objects

"Ok."

Secretary Helen knew Chuck's habit, agreed, picked up the landline and started working.

After Chuck put his things away, he turned on the computer and began to check. On the screen was a real-time video of his properties nearby.

One is a forest villa.

One is a warehouse.

Whether it is a villa or a warehouse, there is a whole set of equipment such as infrared cameras inside and outside for real-time monitoring.

It can be observed at any time by using a mobile phone and a computer to connect to the Internet to prevent people from sneaking in.

After a while.

After receiving the notification, a more than 50-year-old couple hurried over, Secretary Helen connected and sat at Chuck's desk.

"Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller, how can I help you?"

Chuck looked away from the computer and asked softly.

"Dr. Wolf, I, uh."

Mr. Miller was a little ashamed, hesitated for a while, and was a little hard to tell about his difficulties, but noticed Chuck's calm eyes, and thought of Chuck's indifferent but helpful comments, he finally gritted his teeth and said: "I have never I thought that I would have the idea of ​​giving up. I have been farmers for four generations. You also know that the current economic crisis, the general environment is not good, and the farmers are very difficult. Under the pressure of property taxes, irrigation facilities and other expenses, insurance premiums , I'm going bankrupt."

Chuck listened quietly, flipping through the Millers' tax filings.

"Just to interrupt you, don't forget that our taxes this year are still paid by credit card."

Mrs. Miller reached out and took her husband's hand, reminding him that their situation was more serious than he said.

Mr. Miller immediately showed a distressed expression.

Chuck has already read all the tax documents, raised his decorative glasses, and looked at Mrs. Miller's chest.

"How do you like it?"

Mrs. Miller also noticed Chuck's gaze, looked down, picked up the homemade necklace on her chest, and smiled softly: "I made it myself."

"No, not particularly."

Chuck told the truth.

"..."

Mrs. Miller put down the necklace wordlessly, feeling puzzled.

If Chuck didn't like the necklace, why kept staring at it.

"Have you ever sold it?"

Chuck didn't let them misunderstand anything, and asked the key question directly.

"Sold it at the church fair."

Mrs. Miller said with some embarrassment.

"So Mrs. Miller, you run what the IRS might consider a 'family workshop.'"

Chuck reminded, "Where do you make these necklaces at home?"

"There is no fixed place, it depends on where I am at the time, maybe in front of the TV, or on the kitchen table, sometimes I sprinkle beads all over the living room..."

Mrs. Miller still didn't understand why, and talked about the details of their husband and wife's life to herself. It could be seen that even though they were young, they were still in love.

"it is good."

Chuck had to interrupt and reminded: "But if you can think hard about it, it would be better to have a fixed place. Your home covers an area of ​​29013 square meters. The IRS law allows us to deduct the corresponding amount from the proportion of your studio to the house." tax rate."

"what?"

Even if it has been hinted to this extent, Mrs. Miller is still a little dazed.

Mr. Miller, too, was at a loss as to how the talk of his farm going bankrupt suddenly turned to the trinkets that his wife entertained herself with.

They are all ordinary farmers, and they basically stayed in small towns after graduating from high school. They don't even know how many states there are in the United States, and they haven't even learned the formula of multiplication in mathematics, let alone deliberately designed it to be extremely complicated. The tax code is confusing.

But when it came to tax deductions, he was finally a little more sensitive than his wife, and looked at Chuck expectantly, waiting for Chuck's further explanation.

"Mr. Miller, how big is Mrs. Miller's studio in your living room?"

Chuck can't express it, still only through hints.

"I wouldn't call that my studio..."

Mrs. Miller didn't have much confidence in her little hobby that didn't make much money in her spare time, and she couldn't bear to hear such a prestigious name for her studio.

"Cough cough."

Chuck couldn't stand it any longer and could only cough lightly.

Mr. Miller finally came to his senses, interrupted his wife's self-effacing, and said tentatively: "Probably, there are 200..."

Chuck winked, saw Mr. Miller looking over, and pointed up with his finger.

"That's 300 square meters."

Mr. Miller decisively added half.

"very good."

Seeing that they were finally on the road, Chuck continued to ask, "Mrs. Miller..."

"Dolores."

If Mrs. Miller didn't know that Chuck was already helping them at this time, she would be too Sheldon. She looked at Chuck with kind eyes, and when Chuck called her, she asked him to call her by her name instead. .

"Dolores, do you buy materials online?"

Chuck didn't mind being called by his surname or first name, and continued to use questions to remind him.

"No, I don't know how to shop online, I just go to the store to buy directly."

Mrs. Miller is obviously not very good at lying, and she still speaks the truth.

"how to get to?"

Chuck asked.

"Drive, we have trucks."

Mrs. Miller explained.

"Company van!"

Chuck corrected.

"Yes, the company van!"

Mr. Miller nodded.

After Chuck corrected and reminded them a little bit, let the Millers know that they have a lot of items that can be tax deducted. Once the settlement is settled, a large amount of tax can be refunded later.

With this money, their family's farm will not be liquidated, and the old couple will not be driven out of their homes to wander when they are old, not to mention the gratitude to Chuck.

"I keep my word, child, you are welcome to come to my house anytime."

At the door, Mr. Miller, who was about to leave, said excitedly and directly in a more intimate tone: "Do you fish? Our family has a two-hectare large fish pond, which is full of silver carp and perch..."

"I'm not a fisherman."

Chuck shook his head, and under the disappointed eyes of the Millers, he added: "I play shooting!"

"Great, our farm is also very suitable for shooting."

Mr. Miller was overjoyed, and stretched out his hand to Chuck, who always looked calm: "In short, my child, thank you very much! Take care!"

Mrs. Miller thanked her again and again.

Chuck watches them leave.

Given his status in the industry, such a small order could not afford to invite him at all.

But the Millers are farmers near this small town.

Even the bad guys know how to build bridges and roads in their hometown to do good deeds to win people's hearts. Chuck likes the peace and tranquility here very much. He often lives here, so he naturally wants to create a friendly neighborhood relationship.

Although he has severe autism, his powerful ability can easily help others a lot, which is enough for him to have a very good interpersonal relationship and reputation in this small town.

This is also the reason why the Millers came to the door as soon as something happened.

"My niece is here today, and I think you two can get along well."

When Secretary Helen saw Chuck coming in, she understood what Chuck had done, so she couldn't help but introduce someone to Chuck.

Chuck responded by simply closing the door.

"She's beautiful."

Secretary Helen shouted towards the door that was about to close.

(End of this chapter)