Three and a half hours later, in Washington D.C., by the river in a certain park.
Luo An sat on a bench by the pathway, engrossed in his laptop as he waited for a long time until a man quickly approached from a distance.
"Sorry."
Supervisor Elmer took a seat next to Luo An, exhaling deeply with an apologetic expression:
"I've been a bit busy with work, got here a bit late."
"Understood."
Luo An smiled and casually handed him a bottle of drink, knowing the workload at IRS was always heavy, and as a supervisor, Elmer probably had even more on his plate.
"Thank you."
Taking the drink, Supervisor Elmer thanked him, twisted open the cap, and asked directly:
"What did you need to see me for?"
"Nothing much, just got some information that wasn't convenient to talk about over the phone."
Luo An put down his laptop and briefly recounted the issue of Bernard Madoff selling CDS products at low prices, then ended with:
"Did you guys do something to catch his attention?"
