Chapter 1437 They will cause trouble as soon as they arrive!
Ye Fan and the middle-aged bald man finished smoking, waited for another ten minutes, and then went directly to the office of the Director of the Archives Department.
Unexpectedly, after entering the office of the Director of the Archives Department, the treatment Ye Fan and the others received was shocking.
The director of the archives is a very burly, fat man. The pair of glass lenses that are thick enough to be bulletproof also show that he was once an intellectual.
The block office in Chinatown is not a government agency, but a committee formed voluntarily by the residents of the block. It has a special residents' archive room, and Ye Fan needs to borrow some information from here.
"What? What is your request? Do you want to transfer the household information of the neighborhood?" The director of the Archives Department shook his head without thinking, "No, no, I can't agree to this easily."
Ye Fan was suddenly stunned, "You haven't received any news from other people?" "What news?" The director of the Archives Department thought at first that Ye Fan really had some background, but when he called the relevant departments in Chinatown to verify, he finally got the result.
The news was something Ye Fan didn't want to see.
Ye Fan felt unhappy. Although it required some procedures to collect personnel information, the middle-aged bald man had already relied on his connections. All he had to do was say hello to him.
This kind of favor exchange is not a big deal. You will have to pay it back in the future! "Director, just do me a favor!"
Ye Fan sat on the chair opposite the desk of the director of the Archives Department and knocked on the table. "You can just stamp it. I will go to the database to look for it myself. I don't need to bother you, okay?" "Well? You can look for it yourself."
ah?"
The director of the Archives Department suddenly smiled evilly, then held his chin seriously: "I'll think about it."
The director of the Archives Department didn’t know how he was thinking about it. His brows sometimes wrinkled, sometimes relaxed, and finally he smacked his lips and said, “Oh, it’s not easy to handle!
"Is it difficult to handle? What's difficult to handle?"
Ye Fan doesn't like the efficiency of these people very much. They are just trying to kick the ball around.
But if you don't directly ask the Director of the Archives Department to sign first, it will be really troublesome later.
"Sir, after all, this is a secret. I have to be responsible for a block as big as Chinatown. If someone catches my tail, I won't be able to wash it off even if I jump into the Yellow River!"
The director of the Archives Department picked up the tea cup and said with a smile.
What kind of Xia country poems does a novice from Bai country use?
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay, then tell me what to do?!
"Haha, I have to tell the New City Police Department about this kind of thing, and then hold a meeting to discuss it."
Let's do this, come back in a week, and we should have the results by then."
I don’t know how many times I have tried this method. You have to take a long-term approach to catch the big fish, and you can’t rush for a short time!
"Newtown Police Department?
Do you have to go to the police station for such a small matter?"
Ye Fan squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the Director of the Archives Department, "Hey, Fatty, I'll pay you some money, how about you help me get it done?" "Sorry, we have to follow the procedures."
The director of the Archives Department seemed to see that Ye Fan had some money.
"How about I give you one million?" Ye Fan lowered his head, touched his knees, and suddenly smiled.
"one million?!
"As soon as these words came out, the director of the Archives Department suddenly couldn't sit still.
Just kidding, Chinatown here is different from other neighborhoods. As a newbie from the Bai country, it would be difficult for him to take charge of a territory that is mostly occupied by Xia people.
Therefore, it is already very good to make more than ten or two hundred thousand a year.
Now the other party said one million as soon as he said it, which immediately made the director of the Archives Department's scalp numb with shock.
"That's too little..." Ye Fan smiled faintly, "That two million!
"Hiss... two million?!"
"Sir... Sir, should we sit down and talk about it again? Actually..." "Okay, three million!"
"Ye Fan chuckled, "It's not easy for you. You should only earn so much in this life, right?" The director of the Archives Department swallowed, and a smile only appeared on his face when he saw a super beautiful woman, "Sir, you
You're not kidding, right?" Ye Fan stood up with a smile and walked to the side of the Director of the Archives Department.
Suddenly, he punched the director in the stomach, "You're the one who made the joke first!
"Ye Fan's force was so strong that it was like an iron nail, directly smashing the body of the Director of Archives and the solid wood chair together.
"ah!!"
After a full three seconds, the director of the Archives Department started to cry and scream wildly.
He had never been in such pain before, and soon he was bursting with tears and snot, wailing for a long time.
The middle-aged bald man was shocked and quickly pulled Ye Fan aside.
"Brother, you are desperate, he...he is the director of the Archives Department!
"The middle-aged bald man basically spent today in a thrilling way, but every time he was frightened, he would be frightened again.
It’s okay to hit other people. The director of the Archives Department in front of me is a character whose farts are louder than thunder in the entire Chinatown.
Ye Fan is in big trouble this time!
But Ye Fan smiled calmly, "It's okay, no one in Chinatown dares to touch us.
Hey, what's your name? Damn it, do you want to die?!
"As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan pinched the neck of the director of the Archives Department with one hand, exerted slight pressure on his fingers, and snorted coldly: "I wonder if you are considering retiring when?
"Uh... no... don't, I... I..." The director of the Archives Department stuttered to the extreme, unable to utter a complete sentence for more than ten seconds.
Ye Fan laughed and slowly approached the director of the Archives Department. His expression was as ferocious and terrifying as a Shura crawling out of hell.
He raised his hand and pressed lightly on the palm of the Director of Archives, causing the Director of Archives to let out a wail.
"Don't scream, don't scream. Finally, everyone has gone to Christmas, and you, the great leader, are still here to guard us."
Ye Fan dug out several documents from the drawer in front of the director of the Archives Department.
"Let me see, let me see, yo, isn't this proof of several highways!
Hmm? The cost of highway maintenance in the neighborhood... Chinatown actually has a highway?
Are you kidding me!"
The director of the Archives Department's plump face was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't hear clearly what Ye Fan was talking about.
At this moment, the door clicked open, and a Mediterranean man in a casual suit walked in from the outside.
"My eldest brother, I don't answer your phone no matter how hard I call you. What are you... uh, what are you..." "Brother Hong... help... help..." the director of the Archives Department muttered weakly.
cried the ground.
A man from Xia came in. He was shocked when he saw the scene in the office, "What are you...you..." "Who are you?!"
"Ye Fan smiled lightly, his eyes were very sharp.
"I...I am a friend of the director, and we have arranged to go out for dinner together."
The visitor was a little surprised when he heard Ye Fan's Xia accent, and asked in Xia dialect: "Are you... from Xia?"
"good!"
Ye Fan nodded, "If anything happens here, you'd better pretend that nothing happened."
"Friends, we are all from the Xia Kingdom. You might as well sit down and have a chat."
The visitor was a little nervous. After all, he mentioned the director of the neighborhood department with one hand. This was no joke.
Anyone who dares to do such a thing in Xiaobai Country is either crazy or a real boss. He has to think carefully.
The middle-aged bald man next to him had already been paralyzed with fear. He sat on the ground without being asked by anyone else, unable to exert any strength in his legs.
"It's not impossible to sit down and chat."
Ye Fan put the man down and sneered: "I came to him to do something, and he actually extorted benefits directly without any cover-up.
The public officials of Xiaobai Kingdom are really awesome. If they don’t teach them a lesson, they will really make us ordinary people afraid of them.”
The visitor did not answer Ye Fan's words, but looked at him with a strange face. After a while, he wandered and asked: "You...are you Mr. Ye from Novan Restaurant in Marina?"
"Huh?"
Ye Fan was stunned, "How do you know me?"
"Oh, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple!"
The visitor hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Ye, my name is Hong Lai. I am Mr. Hong's nephew and Hong Xianxian's second uncle! I have heard of Mr. Ye's name for a long time. I originally wanted to visit the hotel, but I didn't expect to meet him here.
it's your turn!"
Hong Lai...hehe, I still have chicken feet! "Huh?"
Ye Fan frowned: "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Ye, the first step of Novin's promotion plan is our Chinatown. Of course I have to go to the neighborhood archives office to establish a good relationship."
Hong Lai pointed at the director who was lying on the office chair and said: "Mr. Ye, please give me some face..." "Yeah."
Ye Fan nodded and asked the middle-aged bald man to help the director of the Archives Department aside to catch his breath. He sat on the chair and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
Before he even picked up a lighter, the middle-aged bald man lit a fire and came to Ye Fan.
"Mr. Ye, I didn't expect that you are also a passionate person!"
Hong Se is much more sensible than the director of the Archives Department.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, you ask someone to take him to the hospital for a checkup. I will see him later if I have anything else to do."
With that punch just now, Ye Fan exerted a little strength, and the director of the Archives Department was probably about to have his intestines tied up in knots.
Let him go and take a look so that he doesn't get distracted by himself.
Now Ye Fan seems to be the host, and the Director of the Archives Department has become the guest. After giving the ejection order, Hong Lai quickly helped the Director of the Archives Department and left.
The middle-aged bald man was stunned when he saw it, and his heart felt like a tsunami, rolling up layers of turbulent waves.
Ye Fan waited in the office for half an hour, and Hong Lai came back with the director of the Archives Department.
This time, the director of the Archives Department was much more obedient. Not only did he not mention the incident of Ye Fan hurting him before, he instead focused on his plump cheeks and licked them wildly.
In the face of Ye Fan's powerful aura, the petty greedy people and local gangsters in Chinatown became panic-stricken.
Especially when the middle-aged bald man saw the director of the Archives Department following Ye Fan with a depressed look on his face and the severe pain in his stomach that came and went, his heart felt extremely cold.
He knew that a great big shot had arrived in Chinatown, and they, the newbies, might have to rely on him in the future.