Luke glanced at Visuo and said lightly, "If possible, ask your friend to prepare a notice of suspension of business for rectification. The time limit is one month. Send it to this Sister Margaret Bar tomorrow morning after work."
John didn't waste any time and just repeated what he said to the person on the other end of the line.
Weisuo looked at the few people, feeling hesitant.
He has connections in the ATF, so it's impossible for him to be scared by Luke's empty words.
Luke and his friends didn't leave either. They continued drinking Coke and beer and chatting.
In less than five minutes, Visso's cell phone rang.
He looked at the incoming call number and his heart skipped a beat.
After walking a few steps away and answering the phone, I heard the person on the other end say, "You stinky rat, you don't want to do business anymore, and you dare to mess with the Detective Bureau?"
Weisuo lowered his voice: "What's going on?"
The person on the other end of the phone: "My boss just told me that if I can't solve your problem tonight, let me solve your bar tomorrow."
Weisuo: "… your ATF is not under the jurisdiction of the Detective Bureau."
The person on the other end of the phone: "You sound crazy! The caller is John McClane, you must have heard of this guy, right? Can you afford to offend this unlucky guy? Listen to me, call the other party quickly and resolve the matter, otherwise I will have to personally deliver the suspension notice to you tomorrow morning."
Having said that, the other party hung up the phone.
Weisuo put away his phone, took a deep breath, turned around and walked to Luke, and suddenly a warm smile appeared on his calm face: "Ok, this is my problem, I will refund you all the money, how about it?"
Luke shook his head and said, "I am a man of rules. So, you can keep the money and give me a hundred real lists of goods."
Weisuo smiled bitterly: "Where can I get so much for you?"
Luke: "I believe you have the ability, come on."
As he said this, he called John and Joe, and the four of them stood up and were about to leave.
Wade, who had been watching silently for a while, suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
Luke looked at him.
Wade was reluctant, but still said: "Well, there may be some mistakes in the list I gave you..."
Luke laughed and patted his shoulder. "It's okay. We are old friends. I'll give you the agency fee this time. Thank you for introducing Visuo to me."
Wade was overjoyed: "Ah, that's great. Boss, if you want to meet someone next time, you can also look for me."
Luke nodded: "Of course I will if you need me to."
Wade didn't notice. When Visuo heard their conversation, he looked at him with a strange look: "Good boy! So you are the one who brought these unlucky people to me. You just wait for me!"
Luke and his four companions came out of the bar, walked more than 200 meters chatting and laughing, found a small bar that was obviously much more formal and of medium quality, went in, ordered more drinks and started drinking.
Neither John nor anyone else asked Luke why he wanted to deal with Wiseau, nor did they ask him what the deal was between him, Wiseau, and Wade.
We are all veteran detectives, and everyone has a few shady informants.
There is a lot of work in the detective bureau, and few people are interested in digging into other people's cases. It is a thankless job and it is also very degrading to one's reputation.
This bar was much quieter than Viso's bar, and the four of them sat in a secluded corner.
Luke waited for the drinks to arrive before he raised his beer and clinked it with John and Joe. “I’m sorry to bother you two today. Without you, it would be hard for me to deal with that deadbeat. I owe you one.”
John shrugged. "Just a verbal threat, nothing special."
Although he said this, Luke didn't take it seriously.
John also had to use his connections to ask the ATF to call Visuo to put pressure on him.
Whether the business suspension notice is issued is just a matter of favor.
After the pleasantries, John lowered his voice and said, "Luke, what do you think of Norman's case?"
Luke hesitated for a moment and said frankly, "The boss asked me what I thought, but I didn't answer."
John was surprised: "You, aren't you afraid of Norman? You really don't want to investigate this case?"
Luke pondered after hearing this.
John glanced at Joe.
They both drank quietly, without urging him.
Luke thought about it for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't want to get involved in this matter."
John: “What’s the trouble?”
He didn't think Luke was a coward.
Luke sighed, "When we investigate this case, some people will just think we are meddling in other people's business. Don't forget, Norman has someone above him."
John and Joe's faces straightened, they looked at each other again and nodded: "You mean..."
Luke took a sip of beer before saying, "Now, Norman is in someone else's hands. As soon as we investigate this case, this person will commit suicide or disappear. What reason do we have to continue investigating then?"
John and Joe both smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
They are also experienced detectives, how could they not know this? They just wanted to see if Luke had any other ideas.
Luke looked at the two of them and said, "Does no one in the DEA know what Norman is doing? There must be a lot of people who know. If Norman dies, someone else will be the team leader and everything will be the same as before."
Seeing John's depressed look, he smiled and said, "That's enough. We don't expect to get a promotion for our achievements. The most we can do is to increase drug prices in New York by 5%. In less than two months, it will be like nothing happened."
John picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then said unhappily, "Why did you have to explain it so clearly? It made me lose all my ideas."
Luke gestured to the four people present: "Because we are just investigating police officers, not those big guys sitting in offices. If you really want to deal with Norman and the others, it would be more reliable to transfer them to the IRS, but can you understand the account books and reports?"
Everyone looked at each other, smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
Many times, internal problems are far more difficult to solve than external enemies.
Skipping the heavy topic of Norman and the DEA, the four of them chatted about other interesting things in the police station.
"According to a patrol brother, he saw the boss treating a beautiful woman to dinner at a high-end restaurant..."
"What? Is it right for a director to have no female friends?"
"That's not the case, but I always thought he should have a wife."
"I think so, but he really only has female friends..."
…
Early the next morning, Visuo called.
The closure notice hanging over his head but not yet issued has great power.
In fact, Viso relies on his unremitting fake wine business to meet the various expenses of the bar while making a net profit of 10,000 to 20,000 US dollars every month.
At the end of the year, a net profit of US$200,000 is not a small amount.
With the closure notice, his brokerage business will inevitably be greatly affected, and he will lose at least US$50,000 a month.
After receiving the call from his friend from the ATF last night, he regretted it, but he didn't regret providing wrong information to Luke.
It was already a habit for him to give this kind of half-true, half-false information. Compared to the fake wine business, this was already very professional.