Three days later, nothing happened to Novan Catering. Instead, the leader of the Food Safety Center presented the honorary plaque of "Hygienic Model Merchant".
Moreover, they announced that a surprise inspection three days ago would target all businesses in the region that applied for "hygiene model".
During this surprise inspection, only three merchants performed well, and Novan Catering was one of them.
This news dispelled the doubts of many customers.
Section Chief Mao secretly wiped a cold sweat while taking a group photo with the shareholders and employees of Novan Catering.
Fortunately, the results of the investigation were not announced immediately. Otherwise, how could he still stand here and get close to the person in charge of Novan Catering?
After Ye Fan dealt with Section Chief Mao and others, an unexpected guest suddenly came to the store.
The other party brought three burly young bodyguards and stood in front of the cashier, asking for Ye Fan by name.
"Hey, isn't this Mrs. Wen?" Ye Fan came down from the second floor, his face sank slightly, and then he put on an expression of gloating.
Mrs. Wen clenched her fists, thought for a while, and walked over, saying softly: "Hello, Mr. Ye!"
"Mrs. Wen, are Director Wen and Xiao Ming okay?" Ye Fan grinned, "Are you here to buy a cake? Are you going to the hospital to see your son, or are you going to see your husband in the prison?"
Mrs. Wen's face was gloomy, and she suppressed the anger in her heart and hummed: "Mr. Ye, I have something to tell you. I wonder if I can lend you a step?"
Ye Fan crossed his arms and replied with a faint smile: "If you want to talk about your son falling, then you'd better worry less!"
"Why?" Mrs. Wen was slightly angry.
"Because your son and you are carved out of the same mold. If you don't discipline such a naughty boy, he will suffer a big loss sooner or later when he goes out. Let this be a lesson. Don't thank me. I have always been of such high quality."
"You!" Mrs. Wen was furious, but she had to maintain a good demeanor in front of customers, so she could only grit her teeth without smiling.
"Mr. Ye, I have a big stomach and I won't argue with you. However, this is not what I want to discuss with you."
"Oh? Mrs. Wen, what do you want to say?"
"You'll know as soon as you get out. It's related to Mr. Ye's lifelong happiness!" Mrs. Wen gave the lie.
To be honest, Ye Fan doesn't like others to play tricks on him.
He has already learned Mrs. Wen's identity, and if he goes out with him, he will be beaten to death.
If Qingmen can stand in Binhai for so long, there must be experts behind it.
If a few awesome people come here, wouldn't you be in danger? Otherwise, this is just trying to distract the tiger from the mountain!
"We can find a quiet place to have a nice chat."
Mrs. Wen smiled slyly, took a deep look at Ye Fan, and walked towards the door of Nuofan, "Mr. Ye, please come here."
Ye Fan walked side by side with her, followed by three big bodyguards.
Ye Fan was careful along the way, but Mrs. Wen had no intention of taking action in the downtown area. They came to a coffee shop opposite Shanda Plaza.
This cafe is branded as an island country, and the waiter is also a girl from the island country. She keeps saying "Konnijiwa" and "Sayona la", not to mention how stupid it sounds.
However, the business here is actually booming, and waves of young people rush in, as if spending money in this store can show off their extraordinary taste.
Ye Fan was helpless to death about this phenomenon, so he turned out and bought a bottle of mineral water and returned to the coffee shop.
Mrs. Wen looked at his actions with cold eyes and asked the store owner to find the quietest private room on the second floor and invited Ye Fan in.
The two of them stayed in the small private room, staring at each other until Mrs. Wen could no longer hold on and her eyelids twitched.
The waiter from the island country came to take the order, and Ye Fan raised the mineral water in his hand to indicate that he had prepared it himself.
Mrs. Wen chatted with her for a few words, ordered a cup of coffee costing more than 200 yuan, and ordered a bottle of eye drops.
"I didn't expect Mrs. Wen to speak Taiwanese Mandarin!" Ye Fan was a little surprised.
"My father is very yearning for the island culture and learned the island language decades ago. I am influenced by it, so I can naturally speak some." Mrs. Wen smiled coldly, and her face became particularly disgusting.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Ye Fan drank the mineral water in one gulp and asked.
Mrs. Wen didn't hide it at all and went straight to the point: "Mr. Ye, please tell the truth. Did you frame my husband?"
"Damn, what do you mean I framed you!" Ye Fan immediately raised his middle finger, pushed the chair away and stood up.
"Wait!" Mrs. Wen took out her checkbook from her pocket and filled in a series of numbers.
"Mr. Ye, take a look at this first. If you agree to help me get my husband out, then all the money in this check will be yours."
Ye Fan stopped and picked up the check. He saw that there were eight zeros in the string of numbers.
He sneered and pushed directly to the table, "You think I'm a beggar! You want me to obey your orders for 100 million? You're too naive."
One hundred million is not a small amount, but his current net worth is tens of millions, and it will only be more in the future.
However, Ye Fan's words brought hope to Mrs. Wen.
She was afraid that the other party would not accept the soft and hard words, and would have no flaws at all.
Now it seems that there is still a lot of room for maneuver. If a problem can be solved with money, is it still a problem?
"Mr. Ye, I don't think this amount of money is worth it. How about tripling it?" Mrs. Wen offered a sky-high price.
Ye Fan continued to snort coldly, "Impossible!"
Mrs. Wen was stunned and said, "Mr. Ye, I am discussing this with you sincerely. Please don't insult me again and again."
"Mrs. Wen, you don't take yourself seriously as a human being. Fortunately, you are also the eldest lady of the Qingmen, so you have the nerve to hand over three hundred million?" Ye Fan said disdainfully.
"In this case, Mr. Ye, please make a price and I will try my best to satisfy you."
"One billion!" Ye Fan blurted out.
Mrs. Wen's face suddenly changed. She couldn't believe Mark's appetite was so big!
"Mr. Ye, you are quite capable of opening your mouth." Mrs. Wen clenched her fists.
"I haven't inherited all the inheritance left by my father yet, and I can't afford that much money. Five hundred million is my limit. If you agree..."
"No need to talk, I won't do it if it's less than one billion." Ye Fan waved his hand disdainfully.
In fact, even if the other party really offered one billion, Mark would not be tempted.
He was spying on Mrs. Wen to see if he could get some of the lies about the Qingyun Conglomerate out of her.
Pan Yuyan mentioned the Qingyun Chaebol to him, probably hinting to Ye Fan to use this opportunity to help her.
Ye Fan is not an idiot, so he is naturally willing to help Pan Yuyan with this small favor.
Mrs. Wen frowned and thought hard for a while, showing a struggling expression.
"Hey, if you're okay, I'll leave first!" Ye Fan was left aside and said impatiently.
Mrs. Wen seemed to have made a lot of determination, and suddenly grabbed Ye Fan and whispered: "Mr. Ye, if I have a way for you to make one billion in a week, can you agree to my request?"
"Oh?" Ye Fan suddenly became interested.
He can earn one billion in a week, obviously he plans to let Ye Fan enter the inside of Qingyun Zaibatsu.
Mrs. Wen gathered her breath and warned: "Mr. Ye, what I am going to do is a very high commercial secret. I hope you will not tell it outside."
"Tell me about it." Ye Fan touched his chin, "If nothing happens, I will be a person who keeps my promises!"
"Well, I can see Mr. Ye's character." Mrs. Wen nodded and lowered her head mysteriously.
"My father left me a large amount of inheritance from his friends, but I can't withdraw it at the moment.
However, as long as I agree to the other party’s request, I can successfully inherit this inheritance!”
"What does the other party want?" Ye Fan chuckled.
"I know that Mr. Ye has a good relationship with the Li Group. Mr. Ye can definitely help with this." Mrs. Wen said in a low voice: "I wonder if Mr. Ye has heard of the piracy incident on the high seas a month ago?"
"Huh?!" Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and his tone gradually became serious: "Do you still have contact with the people from the island country?"
"Yes." Mrs. Wen nodded and said bluntly: "A week ago, they came to me and were willing to support me in regaining control of the Qingyun Conglomerate, provided that they cooperated with them!
The inheritance my father left me is also in their hands. If I successfully help them once, the inheritance will be in place immediately and formal cooperation will begin.
When the time comes, I will have money when I want, and people when I want! Not to mention one billion, as long as Mr. Ye asks, I will double it for you!"
The more Mrs. Wen spoke, the more excited she became, and her sharp-mouthed face turned red.
Ye Fan's face became darker and darker, and he snorted softly: "What do you want me to do?"
"Mr. Ye has a very good relationship with the Li Group. I believe they will help if you ask for help." Mrs. Wen knocked on the table, "The maritime foreign trade industry of the Li Group is very strong. I need two ocean-going freighters..."
"Ocean-going freighter? What do you need these things for?"
Ye Fan knew the truth and thought to himself: No wonder the special team is targeting them. It turns out that Haiyi Group changed its cooperation partners and targeted the Qingyun Zaibatsu!
"Mr. Ye, you don't need to know so much. You just need to borrow the freighter!"
Mrs. Wen was very proud, "Mr. Ye, you are a smart person. You should know very well what is more important, a favor or a reward of 2 billion!"
"You seem very confident?" Ye Fan asked in a deep voice, his tone so cold that it could almost freeze the air.
Mrs. Wen did not notice Ye Fan's expression, but said proudly: "Of course! Mr. Ye, if I were you, I wouldn't consider it at all!"
"Consider? Indeed, I won't consider it!" Ye Fan laughed, his face suddenly became ferocious, his eyes became angry, and he grabbed Mrs. Wen's collar, "Don't think that because you are a woman, I won't beat you!"
"You...what do you want to do!" Mrs. Wen was startled by Mark's blood-red eyes and quickly backed away.
"Nima, you actually want to cooperate with pirates and continue to do things like bullying our Chinese compatriots! I'm sorry, I will never agree!"
Ye Fan shouted angrily and punched Mrs. Wen in the eye.
Suddenly, Mrs. Wen's cheeks turned purple and her vision was blurred.