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"Sir, he was joking..."
George was horrified.
"No, I'm not!"
Little Sheldon was unusually straightforward.
"Shut up!"
George finally couldn't help but scold.
"Yes, sir."
Little Sheldon was a little afraid of his angry father, and he pursed his lips in great grievance and kept silent.
"He was joking, he's just a child."
George explained with a smile.
"Let me sort it out."
The bald director looked at the father and son, and said expressionlessly: "You submitted your tax return, and after we calculated it, we sent you a refund notice for 4 dollars."
"4 dollars and 22 cents!"
Little Sheldon had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack, and corrected and reminded.
"Yes, the refund amount is $4.22."
The bald director glanced at little Sheldon and continued, "Then you did not cash the refund check as instructed. Instead, you called to question us about the miscalculation."
When little Sheldon heard this, he glanced at his father, lowered his head and said quietly, "You are wrong. My calculation is correct. I will never be wrong."
"Then you came for an audit. After we praised you for your expertise in tax law and let you go, you invited us to continue auditing you next year because you wanted to beat us a second time."
The bald director couldn't help grinning when he said this: "I like smart children because I have one at home."
"In that case, Director, you know better how difficult it is to raise a child like this."
George immediately interrupted, thinking that his son's arrogant behavior when he left before might have completely angered the IRS, and that their family might encounter terrible difficulties in the future. The frustration of raising a challenging son for many years came to his mind, and he said with red eyes.
"Outsiders have no idea how difficult it is to be the father of a child like this. We really didn't mean any disrespect. When I received the notice from the IRS, I immediately wrote a check for the amount and prepared to mail it. I never expected Sheldon to intercept it while calling you. Director, please, for the sake of our special needs child, don't hold it against him."
"I understand, I understand."
The bald director nodded. "Such a smart child naturally has his own opinions. My kid is like that. From a very young age, he often taught me how to do things."
"Exactly!"
George sighed. "How about this? Let's just pay what we owe and pretend nothing happened?"
"No,"
the bald director shook his head. "Let it be as it is. If you made a mistake, you'll have to pay the back taxes and face penalties. If you're right, you don't owe a penny more. That's the rule."
"Yes, that's how it should be."
Little Sheldon nodded in agreement.
"Shut up!!!"
George couldn't hold it in any longer and yelled at his confused son.
"Woo, woo, woo."
Little Sheldon had never seen his father so angry and out of control. After all, he was just an 11-year-old child, and he was scared to tears.
"Don't get upset."
The bald director waved his hand to comfort him: "Anger can only solve the problem temporarily. It may work for ordinary children, but for a smart child like him, they must be convinced with logic. I have found a consultant to help audit your family's tax return."
Having said that, he looked at the crying little Sheldon: "Are you sure you are absolutely right?"
"Woo, 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: "Then let's let the facts speak, let mathematics speak. There's a saying that goes, numbers don't lie."
"How about we go back first? Come back tomorrow?"
George felt a little distressed when he saw his son crying so hard. He stood up and asked, "A re-audit will take a lot of time. Sheldon is like this again now. I can't comfort him well. I can only take him back and let his mother comfort him."
"No need."
The bald director shook his head. "Such an audit would only take a few minutes for a true genius."
At this point, he looked at little Sheldon and pointed to the bathroom in the director's office. "Little genius, the restroom is over there."
"Go ahead."
Seeing his son looking at him with tears in his eyes, George nodded helplessly. After little Sheldon entered the bathroom, he said to the director with a wry smile, "Thank you, Director."
"When the phone call comes, we'll step out and let them handle the reconciliation."
The bald director smiled.
"Is that okay?"
George hesitated, not understanding why he was doing this.
"No matter what the outcome,"
the bald director uttered that classic American line: "It is what it is."
George, like countless Americans, understood the resignation implicit in that phrase. He nodded, saying, "Okay."
By the time little Sheldon finished washing up and emerged, the director's phone rang.
"Okay, you guys handle the audit."
The director glanced at the ringing phone on his desk, winked at George, and left.
"Sheldon, work on the audit with the consultant!"
George instructed, then followed suit.
Little Sheldon was a little confused, but hearing the phone ring on the desk, his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, and he immediately picked it up.
Outside the office.
"Let's talk outside,"
the bald director said, smiling at George standing at the door with a worried look on his face. "Don't worry, he knows where the bathroom is. It's fully stocked. Whether you need to use the facilities or have a breakdown, you can handle it."
"..."
George was dumbfounded.
"Believe me, this experience will be an incredibly profound lesson for him,"
the bald director explained. "It'll teach him that intelligence isn't enough, that nothing is absolutely perfect, and that there will always be someone smarter than him!"
"This consultant is really that smart?"
If George still didn't understand the director's good intentions, he'd be as clueless as his son. He looked at the director gratefully, but he was hesitant to believe the consultant on the other end of the line could outsmart his son. "Sheldon's only 11, and he's already enrolled at East Texas Tech."
"He's the smartest person I've ever met,"
the director sighed, then smiled knowingly. "As for whether it will work, I think we already have our answer, don't we?"
George was stunned. Following the director's prompt, he looked through the glass window and saw his son, once again showing the same expression of urgent bathroom needs he'd previously experienced. He stood up from his chair and hurried to the restroom.
"Looks like we don't need to go for that walk. Let's go in,"
the bald director said with a smile, pushing the door open.
George hurried to catch up, and then he heard the sound of sobbing coming from the bathroom, even louder than the crying after he'd yelled at his son.
He had never seen his son cry so heartbrokenly before.
"Okay, there's no need to send the results report,"
the bald director said into his phone, picking up the receiver. "Take some time to go home and visit. Your mom and sister miss you very much."
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