American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"OK."

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

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

One is a villa in the forest.

One is a warehouse.

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

You can use your mobile phone and computer to connect to the Internet to observe at any time to prevent anyone from sneaking in.

After a while.

After receiving the notice, a couple in their fifties hurried over. Secretary Helen connected and sat in front of Chuck's desk.

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

Chuck looked away from the computer and asked softly.

"Dr. Wolfe, I, uh."

Mr. Miller was a little ashamed and hesitated for a while, unable to express his difficulties. However, he noticed Chuck's calm eyes and thought of Chuck's cold but helpful reputation. Finally he gritted his teeth and said: "I have never I thought I would give up. My ancestors have been farmers for four generations. You also know that with the current economic crisis and the bad environment, farmers are having a hard time. They are under attack from real estate taxes, irrigation facilities and other expenses, insurance premiums and other expenses. , I’m going bankrupt.”

Chuck listened quietly and quickly flipped through the Millers' tax materials.

"I'm going to interrupt you, but don't forget that we paid our taxes this year with a credit card."

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

Mr. Miller immediately showed a sad expression upon hearing this.

Chuck had already finished flipping through all the tax materials, 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 she wore on her chest, and said with a gentle smile: "I made it myself."

"No, I don't particularly like it."

Chuck told the truth.

"..."

Mrs. Miller put down the necklace wordlessly, puzzled.

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

"Have you ever sold it?"

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

"Sold at the church fair."

Mrs. Miller said sheepishly.

"So Mrs. Miller, you run what the IRS might consider a 'cottage operation.'"

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

"There is no fixed place. It depends on where I am at the time. It may be in front of the TV or on the kitchen table. Sometimes the beads are scattered all over the living room..."

Mrs. Miller still didn't know why, and kept talking about the details of their couple's life. It was obvious that even though they were young, they were still in love.

"good."

Chuck had to interrupt and reminded: "But if you can think hard, what fixed place would be better? Your home covers an area of ​​29,013 square meters. The IRS law allows us to deduct the corresponding proportion from the proportion of your studio to the house. tax rate."

"What?"

Even though it had been hinted to this extent, Mrs. Miller was still a little confused.

Mr. Miller was also confused. He didn't know why he was talking about the bankruptcy of his farm and suddenly turned to the gadgets his wife used to entertain herself.

They are all ordinary farmers. They basically stayed in small towns after graduating from high school. They can’t even figure out how many states there are in the United States. They have never even learned the multiplication table in mathematics, let alone deliberately designed to be extremely complicated. The tax laws are confusing.

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

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

Chuck couldn't say it explicitly, he still could only imply it.

"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. She couldn't bear to hear such a prestigious name for her studio.

"Ahem."

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

Mr. Miller finally came to his senses, interrupted his wife's modesty, and said tentatively: "About 200..."

Chuck winked, saw Mr. Miller looking over, and pointed upward 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, it would be too Sheldon. She looked at Chuck with eyes full of kindness, and when she heard Chuck calling her, she directly asked him to change his name to her. .

"Dolores, do you buy materials online?"

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

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

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

"how to get to?"

Chuck asked.

"Drive there, we have a truck."

Mrs. Miller explained.

"Company van!"

Chuck corrected.

"Yes, the company van!"

Mr. Miller nodded repeatedly.

Chuck corrected and reminded the Millers little by little, letting the Millers know that they had many tax-deductible items, and once settled, they would be able to get a large tax refund.

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

"I keep my word, kid. You are welcome to come to my house anytime."

At the door, Mr. Miller, who was about to leave, excitedly said again and again in a more intimate tone: "Do you fish? We have a two-hectare fish pond at home, which is full of silver carp and bass..."

"I'm not a fisherman."

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

“That’s great, our farm is also great for shooting.”

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

Mrs. Miller also thanked her profusely.

Chuck watched them leave.

With his status in the industry, such a small order could not afford to hire him.

But the Millers were farmers near this town.

Even bad guys know how to build bridges and roads in their hometown and do good deeds to win over people's hearts. Chuck likes the peace and tranquility here very much. Living here often, he naturally wants to create friendly neighborly relations.

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

This is why the Millers came to their door whenever something happened.

"My niece is coming over today, and I think you two can get along."

When secretary Helen saw Chuck come in, she understood what Chuck had done and couldn't help but introduce someone to Chuck.

Chuck responded by simply closing the door.

"She's beautiful."

Secretary Helen called to the closing door.