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Chapter 510 Where is your grandfather?(1/2)

Mei Niang provided a clue to Ye Fan.

When Chen Biqin's parents died in a car accident, she accompanied Chen Biqin to the police station to recognize the body. There, she saw the perpetrator Hu Wenzhong.

A small truck driver who had just obtained the license plate was drunk and depressed, as if he was driving under the influence of drunkenness and caused a car accident.

In the end, Hu Wenzhong was sentenced to seven years.

Mei Niang thought Hu Wenzhong had been ruined for the rest of her life, but she didn't expect that a few years ago, she ran into Hu Wenzhong at the Night Bar.

Although twenty years have passed, I have been in jail and my body shape has changed a lot, Mei Niang can still recognize his outline.

What surprised Mei Niang was that after Hu Wenzhong was released from prison, he was not only not poor but lived a very comfortable life, but he called his friends in the bar and threw them to more than 100,000 yuan.

Hu Wenzhong also shouted after getting drunk that he had enough money. He was in jail for seven years and not only tasted good food and drink, but also earned a full 20 million yuan.

At that time, he was also the captain of the Shen Group, with an annual salary of nearly one million yuan.

Mei Niang had someone inquired about it, and it was her great-grandmother who asked her to arrange for Hu Wenzhong to enter the Shen family to do things.

At that time, Mei Niang suspected that Chen Biqin's parents' car accident was caused by her great-grandmother. When she knew that Chen's father was adopted by her great-grandmother, she even believed that there was something wrong with the car accident.

But she was not clean, so she didn't make any troublesome investigation. Today, she accused Chen Biqin of her suspicion and told Ye Fan.

After listening to it, Ye Fan wrote down the relevant information and asked Mei Niang to go back and investigate Hu Wenzhong's case.

After the investigation was clear, the matter of Huang Sanchong would not be investigated, otherwise the Yese Bar would be closed.

Mei Niang left with gratitude and said that she would definitely dig out the truth.

"bite--"

Just as Ye Fan was wondering whether to tell his mother about this, his phone started to buzz.

He put on his earplugs to answer, and soon Han Jianfeng's hesitant voice came:

"Ye Fan, I have integrated the shares."

"I have also chosen the office building, just opposite Shen's Group, the Golden Building, one floor, twenty rooms, and three halls, which is enough to make a transition."

He changed his tone: "Just"

"Family, don't hesitate, what difficulties are you talking about?"

Ye Fan was very direct: "If there is not enough money, is it still someone who makes things difficult for you?"

"Ta Po's herbal tea cannot be registered."

Han Jianfeng did not hide it either:

"When I applied online, it was allowed to register, but I submitted the information yesterday afternoon and said I could not register."

He smiled bitterly: "The Industrial and Commercial Bureau said that the name was repeated and it could not be passed."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "Repeat?"

Could it be that Chen Baodong and the others had registered first?

Han Jianfeng added:

"At first I felt that I might have been snatched by the Shen family, so I changed to a grandmother-in-law's herbal tea."

"The result was that the Administration for Industry and Commerce did not pass either."

"The other party's reasons are exactly the same."

He was helpless: "I'll repeat the same name."

Ye Fan jokingly said, "You mean someone is messing around?"

"It's possible, otherwise it's impossible to repeat it twice, and our names are not poetic."

Han Jianfeng hesitated: "I'm going to run and step on it later, but I don't have much confidence in my heart. I wonder if you have time to go with me?"

"no problem."

Ye Fan knew that Han Jianfeng was too cowardly and could not raise his confidence for a while, so he didn't say anything nonsense and drove to meet Han Jianfeng.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Fan appeared at the door of the Administration for Industry and Commerce.

As soon as he got out of the car door, Han Jianfeng greeted him:

"Ye Fan, are you here?"

Han Jianfeng is wearing a suit and ties, carrying a briefcase, and looks like a successful person:

"You come here, I feel confident."

He smiled and said, "The other party deliberately makes things difficult for me. I really can't do anything. After all, I don't have connections in Tiancheng."

"Actually, what you can deal with is just lack of confidence."

Ye Fan smiled: "By the way, have you found out clearly who is blocking us?"

"have no idea."

Han Jianfeng shook his head gently:

"But the person in charge of approving our name is Zhao Ke, a native of Tiancheng. His mother has a blood relationship with the Xiao family, so she is domineering."

"Half of Xiao family? It's interesting."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Okay, take me to see the other party."

The two walked into the Industrial and Commercial Bureau together, and the hall was crowded and noisy.

After Han Jianfeng showed his ID card and appointment number to the security guard, he took Ye Fan straight to the east side of the second floor.

Han Jianfeng knocked on the door of 208, but no one responded, but the sound of men and women laughing and clamoring inside.

He knocked a few more times, but no one responded.

Ye Fan frowned and directly reached out to push the door open.

The vision was clear. There were two tables in the twenty-square-meter office, and a man and a woman were holding hands to watch and chatting.

The man is thirty-five or six years old, 1.7 meters tall, bald and round face.

The woman is a little younger, with apricot blossom eyes, a cherry mouth, and is dressed in a fashionable way.

The man is obviously Zhao Ke.

His interest was interrupted and he shouted at Ye Fan: "Who are you? Who asked you to come in?"

"Zhao Ke, it's me, it's me, Han Jianfeng, we made an appointment to register and approve it today."

Han Jianfeng walked up and said with a smile: "This door is blown open, sorry, sorry."

He also took out a pack of Chinese cigarettes and stuffed them in it.

"I don't knock on the door when I come in, I don't have any education."

Zhao Ke snorted, then swept the Chinese cigarette to the ground: "Stop doing this."

He spoke loudly, very rudely, and didn't care at all about Ye Fan and the others hearing it, or even on purpose.

Han Jianfeng leaned over and picked it up from the ground, but there was no displeasure on his face, as if he was used to being despised by others.

"I'm sorry, I'm reckless."

"The first few names are not good, I made another one, called Fanxue Herbal Tea."

"I searched it online, but no one registered it. I hope Zhao Ke can help me with it."

Han Jianfeng still had a smile on his face, and then took out the information.

Ye Fan was stunned when he heard Fanxue herbal tea, and then smiled at Han Jianfeng, thinking about it all out.

"Sorry, this cannot be passed."

Zhao Ke took it over and glanced a few times, then typing his fingers on the keyboard a few times, and then threw the information back to Han Jianfeng:

"Go back and change one."

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He found that Zhao Ke had no inquiry at all, and his fingers were just pretending to click randomly.

"And it won't work?"

Han Jianfeng was surprised and lost his voice: "This is impossible. There is no such thing as the market and it cannot be found online."

"Not on the market or online does not mean that others have not registered."

Zhao Ke waved impatiently: "Go back, go back, let's talk about another one."

"If there are any problems, you go to the front desk downstairs. I'm very busy and don't have time to talk to you."

He picked up his phone and started playing with it, and his eyes looked at the stockings and thighs of Xinghuayan from time to time.

Han Jianfeng subconsciously spoke: "Zhao Ke"

"Go back, we're busy. The office is here, don't stay."

The woman with apricot eyebrow also frowned and pushed Han Jianfeng away impatiently.

Eyes disdainful.
To be continued...
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