The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 5 Crying Little Sheldon

"Director, he was joking..."

George was terrified.

"NO, I have not!"

Little Sheldon is very straightforward.

"you shut up!"

George finally couldn't help yelling.

"Yes, sir."

Little Sheldon was a little afraid of his angry father, so he pursed his lips in great aggrieved silence.

"He's kidding, he's just a kid."

George explained with a smile.

"Let me stroke it."

The bald director looked at the father and son, and said with a blank expression: "You sent the tax bill, and after we calculated it, we sent you a tax payment notice. The amount is 4 dollars."

"4 cents for $22!"

Little Sheldon's obsessive-compulsive disorder attack, correct reminder.

"Yes, a tax credit of 4 cents for $22."

The bald director glanced at Little Sheldon, and continued: "Then you didn't send the tax payment check as the notification, but instead called to ask us about the miscalculation."

Hearing this, little Sheldon glanced at his father, lowered his head and said silently: "You guys are wrong, I was right, I will never be wrong."

"Then you come in for an audit and after we say you're really well versed in the tax code and let you go, you invite us to audit you next year because you want to beat us a second time."

When the bald director said this, he couldn't help grinning: "I like smart children, because I have them in my family."

"Since that's the case, Director, you know how difficult it is to raise such a child."

George interjected immediately, thinking that his son's arrogant behavior of leaving before had completely angered the IRS, and that his family might encounter terrible difficulties in the future. The grievance of raising a wonderful son for many years hit his heart, and he said with red eyes.

"Outsiders don't know how difficult it is to be the father of this kind of child. We really didn't intend to make such a thing. As soon as I received the mail from the Internal Revenue Service, I immediately wrote a tax payment check and prepared to send it. I never thought that Sheldon would call you guys while cheating me into sending them, please don’t bother with him for the sake of special children.”

"I see."

The bald director nodded: "Such a smart child naturally has his own opinions. My child is like this. He often taught me how to do things in reverse from a very young age."

"That's it!"

George sighed: "Do you think this is okay? The tax payment that should be carried out continues, as if nothing happened before?"

"That won't work."

The bald director shook his head: "Let things go as they should. If you make a mistake, you will have to pay the tax that should be paid, and the punishment that should be punished. If you are right, then you can't pay an extra penny. Regulation."

"Yes, that's how it should be."

Little Sheldon nodded in agreement.

"you shut up!!!"

George couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at his son who was confused about the situation.

"Woooooo."

Little Sheldon had never seen his father so angry and lost his temper. After all, he was just an 11-year-old child, and he cried in fright.

"Don't get excited."

The bald director waved his hand to appease him: "Getting angry can only solve temporary problems. It may be useful for ordinary children, but for a child as smart as him, you must use the truth to convince them. I have already hired a consultant to help audit your family's tax payments."

Speaking of this, he looked at the crying little Sheldon: "Are you sure you are right?"

"Wow, I can't be wrong."

Although little Sheldon was crying, his words were still so straightforward and confident.

"That's good."

The bald director smiled and said, "Then let's let the truth speak, let the mathematics speak, there is a saying that doesn't say that, mathematics can't lie."

"Why don't we go back first? Come back tomorrow?"

Looking at his crying son, George also felt a little distressed. He got up and asked, "It will take a lot of time to re-audit. Sheldon is like this now. I can't coax him well. I can only take him back and let his mother coax him."

"Need not."

The bald director shook his head: "For a real genius to audit such a small amount of accounts, it will only take a while."

Speaking of this, he looked at Little Sheldon and pointed to the indoor bathroom in the director's office: "Little genius, the bathroom is over there."

"Go."

Seeing his son looking at him with tears in his eyes, George nodded helplessly. When Little Sheldon entered the bathroom, he smiled wryly and said to the chief, "Thank you, chief."

"After the call comes, let's go out and let them hand over and reconcile the account."

The bald chief laughed.

"is this okay?"

George hesitated a little, not understanding why he did this.

"no matter what the result is."

The bald director uttered the classic American line: "You know~"

When George heard this sentence, like countless Americans, although he didn't know what he should know at all, he also subconsciously entered the brain-filling link, thinking that he really should know, so he pretended to understand: " it is good."

When Little Sheldon came out after washing up, the director's cell phone rang.

"Okay, let's settle the accounts."

The director glanced at the ringing mobile phone on the desk, winked at George, and went out first.

"Sheldon, reconcile the account with the consultant!"

George gave a warning and followed him out.

Little Sheldon was a little dazed, but when he heard the ringing mobile phone on the desk, he felt obsessive-compulsive disorder, and picked it up immediately to connect.

outside the office.

"Let's go out and talk."

The bald director saw George standing at the door with a worried expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he already knows the location of the bathroom, and there is everything in it, whether it's urgency to urinate or crying, he can solve it by himself."

"..."

George was dumbfounded.

"Believe me, this experience will be a very profound lesson for him."

The bald director explained: "Let him understand that intelligence is not enough, and there is no absolute perfection. In this world, there will always be people smarter than him!"

"Is this advisor smart?"

If George didn't know the director's kindness at this time, he would really be a son who is unreasonable. He looked at the director gratefully, but he was still hesitant about whether the intelligence of the consultant on the phone could suppress his son: " Sheldon was 11 years old and already a physics student at Princeton University."

"He's the smartest guy I've ever met."

The director sighed, and then smiled playfully: "As for whether it will be successful, I think we already have the answer, don't we?"

George was taken aback, followed the director's reminder, through the glass window, saw his son once again showed the expression of being unable to control his bladder when he was asked before, got up from the chair, and went into the bathroom in a panic.

"It seems that we don't have to go out for a walk, let's go in."

The bald director pushed the door open with a smile and went in.

George hurried to follow, and then he heard crying from the bathroom, which was louder than the crying of his son after he had yelled at him before.

He had never seen his son cry so sadly.

"Okay, there is no need to send out the result report."

The bald director picked up the phone and said to the other side: "Go home some time and have a look, your mother and your sister miss you very much."

(End of this chapter)