The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 77 The Old Fox of the IRS

Hannah's half-joking and half-probing plot failed, and she hung up the video in satisfaction.

Jack continued his French cuisine. The method of beef bourguignon was a bit complicated. He didn't buy authentic Charolais beef, so he simply used good beef tenderloin and improved the production process a little.

If black truffles, caviar and other very expensive ingredients are removed, in fact, many ingredients in French cuisine are relatively close to the people. Jack chooses to focus more on the cooking process, otherwise buy an authentic Breton Lobster (French blue dragon), simply boiled can be considered a feast.

Then there was French onion soup, and finally, after making nislacha and cherry Basque cake, Jack let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and the time was just around the corner, waiting for the guests to come.

Although the proficient level of culinary skills can't make golden legendary level dishes that can't be effective, but it is enough to meet the picky taste of most gourmets.

Just after 8:[-], the doorbell rang on time, and a skinny old man with a bald head in an old-fashioned suit appeared at the door of Jack's house.

When Jack saw this old man, he couldn't help but feel happy. Batman left on the front foot, and Director Gordon came on the back foot. it will be fun.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tavole, I'm Ray King, and I'm from the Ministry of Finance." The old man didn't know the messy thoughts in Jack's mind, and introduced himself solemnly.

"It's a great honor, Your Excellency, please come in."

Seeing the God of Wealth arriving, the smile on Jack's face was more enthusiastic.

Ray King walked into the living room and saw the Eight Immortals table with Jack's slightly weird shape, a smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect Mr. Tavole to be so versatile. The workmanship of this table is very distinctive."

"Just call me Jack. It's just a little hobby. The cabinets in the kitchen are also made by myself."

The old man's eyes are really poisonous, and Jack's heart shuddered. Although his carpentry skills were not yet proficient, he put a lot of care into making this table. Not only did he use solid oak, but he also carved some delicate patterns on it. 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 self-contained."

As the saying goes, if you are courteous to others, you must ask for something. This old guy is so flattering, and it is likely to be a lot of trouble.

Jack took out two plates of pan-fried foie gras from the incubator as an appetizer. The Harlan winery brought by Wesley's rich second generation just came in handy. It is worth a lot, and everyone just tasted it a little before sealing it up.

“This is the best foie gras I've ever had on the west coast.”

Jin Wei squinted his eyes and thought about it for a while, then sent out a heartfelt compliment.

Although he did not strictly follow the French five-course procedure, Jack did not serve any appetizers, soups, hot appetizers, main courses, or desserts.

After tasting the final dessert, the cherry Basque cake, Kim couldn't help sighing.

"It's such a shame you're a patrol officer in the LAPD instead of a Michelin-starred chef."

The old man realized that he accidentally made a slip of the tongue and hurriedly 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, my family welcomes you to visit at any time. In fact, I would rather invite my guests to try it than French cuisine. Cuisine is more Chinese food."

"I'm looking forward to it very much. Before getting into the topic, can I find out about your relationship with that person?"

Ray King took a sip of black tea, his eyes were friendly, but with a hint of scrutiny, which may be his professional nature.

Talking to such an elderly person requires 12 points of energy, not afraid that the other party will not believe it, but afraid that the old fox will misunderstand.

Jack pondered over and over in his heart before speaking.

"To be precise, I am Chris' 'doctor', and I am currently providing him with some psychological counseling, and I am also one of his few friends."

Jack deliberately used a more intimate name to call Christian Wolfe. In the original play, the relationship between Ray King and the accountant is very delicate. Although there is cooperation and each other knows the details, they have only met once, and they are on the same page. Xuan also wanted to be on guard.

This answer was obviously beyond Jin's expectation. He knew that Jack was quite versatile, but he didn't expect that he could not only cook well, but also have a side job like a doctor.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't practice medicine, and I never charge fees. It's just some ancestral craft."

Jack took out a pack of silver needles and showed him: "Add a little psychological suggestion to help him improve his sleep quality."

Ray King showed a suddenly realized expression, and he didn't know whether he really believed it or pretended it.

Jack is also too lazy to talk about his fabricated Chinese medicine theories with this kind of old fox who has become a master. He doesn't know much about this mysterious IRS supervisor. If it is not good, it will show timidity.

There are everyone these days. In his previous life, he met a Canadian lady who was fast typing Chinese and whose key administration skills were no less than his.

"Chris said that you are in some trouble. Although I don't quite understand what the IRS needs a little policeman to help with, but since you are his friend, I will do my best."

His implication is very clear, that is, the relationship between me and that person is closer than that between you and that person, so there is no need for temptation, you are the one who came to ask for help.

Ray King's face was as old as his, and there was no trace of embarrassment at all. He followed Jack's words naturally and clarified the purpose of his visit.

"One of my subordinates has been silent for 6 weeks while performing an undercover infiltration mission. The latest tip shows that he has been haunted 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. he."

Jack picked up the teapot, offered to add some black tea for him, thought for a moment, and asked, "Since you asked me for help, is there something wrong with you or do you suspect that he has betrayed?"

Ray King's wrinkled old face smiled even more, like a blooming chrysanthemum: "I like a smart young man like you, have you considered coming to the IRS?"

Jack spread his hands, "Sorry, you are a step late. Someone has already sent me an invitation before you. In addition, I know nothing about finance and tax laws, and I really hate being an undercover agent."

(End of this chapter)