I saw a Mercedes-Benz RV parked in front of me. If I said I didn’t like it, it would be hypocritical.

So Zhang Zichen nodded immediately and replied, "I like it! But you don't plan to give it to me!"

Sun Desheng gave him a blank look and said, "I don't plan to give you this car, this is my favorite."

Then Sun Desheng pointed at Lin Xinqi wearing a red down jacket and smiled, "But little girl, I'll give you that million in a while!"

Lin Xinqi quickly shook her head and said, "Master Sun, I'm joking, you take it seriously. At that time, I thought that Zi Chen could win, but I was not convinced, so I bet with you."

After saying that, Lin Xinqi still held Zhang Zichen's arm, and the two of them were very intimate.

But Sun Desheng smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, what are we practitioners most afraid of? What we fear most is not trustworthy! Besides, I don't need this money, don't worry, I will give it to you, I will give it to you."

Lin Xinqi wanted to shirk her, but she was stopped by Zhang Zichen: "Xinqi, listen to Master Sun, this money is yours, I took her away."

After Zhang Zichen said this, Lin Xinqi did not refuse anymore, and one million is not a small amount, which can help her a lot of money.

Lin Xinqi just lives in an ordinary family. Except for the old house located on Hebian Street, his family is a little more valuable, and his living income is the same as that of ordinary people, so for one million, it is indeed a considerable amount.

Sun Desheng is a great Taoist method, making money easily. He can easily take a look at Feng Shui and fool him. It is estimated that more than 100,000 yuan will be less.

That's why Zhang Zichen told Lin Xinqi not to refuse the money.

Finally, Hei Tong, Sun Daming and Sun Xiaoming got into Sun Desheng's Mercedes-Benz RV, while Zhang Zichen and Lin Xinqi were not picky and continued to get into Wang Fatty Wang's taxi.

Two cars and seven people rushed towards the Civil Affairs Bureau in Pudong District, Shanghai.

The Civil Affairs Bureau of Pudong District, Shanghai is located on Hehuan Road, next to an art museum, where there is a piece of land.

There are many government agencies, procuratorates, inspection and quarantine bureaus, public security bureaus, civil affairs bureaus, etc.

The Civil Affairs Bureau is located in Building 5.

The buildings here are quite tall, and they are probably more than ten floors. Fortunately, they don’t have to climb this high when they ask the Civil Affairs Bureau for work.

The Civil Affairs Bureau has set up many computer facilities in the lobby on the first floor. People who register and inquire only need to go to the front desk to ask the staff and get the information out soon.

The No. 1 station where the business is handled is a woman in her thirties. Fatty Wang, who is familiar with it, led Zhang Zichen to No. 1 station and said, "Hello beautiful girl, can you check us for Mo Yifei?"

This woman has short hair, prominent cheeks, and a pair of sword-browed eyebrows. It’s really aggrieved that Fatty Wang can call him a beautiful woman.

However, the word "beauty" was very useful. The woman immediately smiled and blinked at Fatty Wang. Everyone behind saw that she was hit by a cold body. I felt that someone like Fatty Wang wanted to kill him?

However, everyone cared about the face of this woman, she looked like a man and had a little bearish look. Whoever was dependent on her would be unlucky.

"Brother, who are you looking for?" The woman's voice was hoarse, which made Zhang Zichen think if she was a transgender person.

"I'll find my niece. They live in Hebian Street. But over the years, my niece and their family have not known where they have moved." Fatty Wang made up a story and said it the same as it was true. "I'm not anxious, afraid something happened to them, so I came here to ask them where they were."

When the woman heard the three words "River Street" and frowned.

Starting five years ago, all officials and employees at the Civil Affairs Bureau received an order from above that anyone who came to search for information about residents in Hebian Street would have to handle it for them regardless of the reason.

I believe the municipal government does not want the haunted things on the Riverside Street to spread, causing unnecessary panic.

"What's your niece's name?" the woman asked, putting her smile away.

"Mo Yifei, don't wait for Mo, it's okay, Garfield's Fei. Please help me find it and see where their family has moved." During the whole process of speaking, Fatty Wang smiled. Although others were a little fat, they still smiled.

The woman quickly entered Mo Yifei's name into the computer, and then the computer quickly showed Mo Yifei's situation. After reading this, she exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Obviously, Fatty Wang's question represents the thoughts of the people present, especially Zhang Zichen, who was even more nervous and excited, because he was about to know Mo Yifei's whereabouts soon.

But the woman shook her head and said, "No? It really shouldn't!"

Fatty Wang was stunned and wanted to go up and beat her up, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong? What do you think?"

The sword-browed woman was puzzled for a long time before saying, "Mo Yifei's family has no registration at all! When everyone moved, his family had not come to register, so sorry, the address you want can't be found for the time being."

When everyone heard this, they were very shocked. All residents on Hebian Street moved collectively, and each household was allocated for rental housing and compensation. If they did not come to register, all these benefits would be gone.

Mo Yifei's family does not come to register, which can only explain one reason: something big happened at her family.

With this heavy problem, everyone walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Zhang Zichen was full of loss. Fatty Wang advised: "Zichen, don't be too sad. You can't find Mo Yifei here, it's not that she is missing. Let's do this! We will go to relax later. I will take you to see the antique exhibition, and then tomorrow we will go to the police station, the TV station, the newspaper, and publish missing person notices everywhere. How about it?"

When Zhang Zichen heard these comforting words, he didn't feel anything, neither laughed nor cried, but everyone knew that he felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing Zhang Zichen's expressionless face and a distraught look, Fatty Wang pushed Sun Desheng.

Sun Desheng immediately understood what he meant and hurried forward to persuade: "Zi Chen, don't be too sad. Let's go and relax today. Tomorrow, when tomorrow, I, the old master, will accompany you to post missing person notices everywhere. Now is the era of technology, and it is very easy to find someone!"

So, with everyone's persuasion, Zhang Zichen's mood did not improve, but his face looked much better.

Moreover, Zhang Zichen also spoke, and he agreed to relax and wait until everything was about to be said tomorrow.

At the suggestion of Fatty Wang, everyone decided to go to the Shanghai Gymnasium first to watch this antique exhibition.

After all, this exhibition is very famous and has been preparing for a year. It is not only well-known in Shanghai, but also in many places across the country and even abroad.
Chapter completed!