If you fall in love with Xiao Qingshan, Xiao Qingshan is yours?
Fatty You really wanted to slap Chen Fan in the face.
I have never seen such a shameless person.
Just now I was talking about renting a small green mountain.
But Fatty You didn't dare, because he knew that Chen Fan was very good at fighting.
"Mr. Chen, are you kidding?" Fatty You reminded kindly.
The Qingshan View on Xiaoqingshan Mountain existed hundreds of years ago. You said it was yours the first time you came here?
What a big face!
"I asked you to inquire, just ask, what nonsense!" Chen Fan was in a good mood and did not argue with him.
This fat man just talks a lot.
Fatty You was speechless, but he quickly took out his cell phone.
This is his hometown, and Fatty You still has some respect.
Soon, Fatty You found out.
The Qingshan Temple here was previously registered with the county, but later no one inherited it, so it was handed over to the Jiangcheng Religious Management Committee.
Now this Taoist temple and Xiaoqingshan are managed by the Religious Management Committee.
In other words, if Chen Fan wants to inherit Qingshan Temple, he has to go to Jiangcheng's Religious Management Committee for approval.
But Fatty You is very doubtful, why should people identify you?
Just because you found a jade album in Sanqing Palace?
"Religious Management Committee?" Chen Fan frowned.
He was very unfamiliar with this department and had almost never heard of it.
Of course, this is also related to his exile overseas.
"You Fatty, would you like to send me back first, or go and do your business first?" Chen Fan asked.
Fatty You thought for a while and said, "I'd better take you back first, it's not far away, and then I'll come back!"
Chen Fan nodded, already seeing that Fatty You was lying when he said he was about to go home. This Fatty knows how to behave.
Back in the old town of Jiangcheng, Chen Fan went to the old store. Mr. Kui had already found manpower to repair the old store. Chen Fan was very satisfied with the efficiency.
"Master Kui, do you know anything about the Religious Management Committee?" Chen Fan asked.
Mr. Kui is a local leader in Jiangcheng and has many connections.
"Religious Management Committee? Why is Mr. Chen asking this?" Mr. Kui was surprised.
As a Chinese medicine practitioner, you can't do anything like this.
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Just asking, if you have any acquaintances there, please introduce them to me. I have something to ask!"
Mr. Kui thought for a moment and shook his head, "If you talk about other departments or something, I can still find some connections, but it's not sure whether the Religious Management Committee has this department. We don't have anything related to religion in Jiangcheng. Otherwise
May I inquire?"
Chen Fan was surprised. It seemed that this department was really biased.
Mr. Kui didn't hesitate and immediately made a phone call.
More than ten minutes later, Mr. Kui made several calls in succession and frowned.
"Mr. Chen, we in Jiangcheng have a religious management committee, but the establishment was abolished more than ten years ago. Now it has become a place for some elderly cadres to retreat to the second line. The people in it basically don't care about anything."
Chen Fan was a little speechless, it was all considered a retirement home.
But if there is nothing involving religion in Jiangcheng, it would be pretty good to have such a department.
"Master Kui, if that's the case, then I'll find a way myself!"
Mr. Kui hesitated to speak and suddenly sighed and said, "Mr. Chen, I could have gone with you, but I heard that there was a person inside who I had offended badly in my early years, so..."
Chen Fan waved his hand and didn't pay attention.
With Mr. Kui's temper, he offended countless people in his early years, and they all had stone tablets buried at home.
Mr. Kui's line is unavailable, but fortunately he has found out the location of the Religious Management Committee.
More than half an hour later, Chen Fan arrived at the so-called Religious Management Committee. As soon as he got off the bus, Chen Fan was stunned.
This is actually the nursing home where Yao Na asked him to go to a few days ago.
Chen Fan took a serious look at the several plaques hanging outside the sanatorium. Not to mention, he actually saw an old plaque that was mostly covered by vines, with the words "Religious Management Committee" written on it.
Chen Fan touched his nose and took out his phone to call Yao Na.
To Chen Fan's surprise, Yao Na was actually there and greeted him quickly.
"Chen Fan, why are you here?" Yao Na was curious.
"Do you usually work here?" Chen Fan became even more curious.
Yao Na never talked about her work, and Chen Fan didn't bother to ask, but he didn't expect her to be here.
"What are you thinking about? I came to see Uncle Li. I told Uncle Li about what happened yesterday. Humph, the Ouyang family has offended the wrong person!" Yao Na said angrily.
Chen Fan understood that Yao Na was obviously here to complain.
But what is her relationship with Uncle Li?
"Chen Fan, what's the matter with you coming here?" Yao Na asked curiously.
Ordinary people really can't find it here.
Chen Fan pointed to the sign of the Religious Management Committee and said, "I'm looking for someone from the Religious Management Committee to handle something. Yao Na, are you familiar with this place?"
Yao Na was surprised, and said with a half-smile, "I'm familiar with you. Actually, you are familiar with him too. The director of the Religious Management Committee is Uncle Li, but what can you do to him?"
Chen Fan was really surprised. Is this Jiangcheng so small?
With Yao Na leading the way, Chen Fan soon came to an old small building. Inside, there were several old men working on the siege. Among them was Uncle Li. When he saw Chen Fan coming, Uncle Li gave up his seat to another old man.
, laughed.
"Brother Chen Fan, you are a rare visitor!"
Several other old men were surprised when they heard Uncle Li calling Chen Fan little brother.
When did this old Mr. Li become so polite?
Chen Fan quickly said, "Hello Uncle Li, hello leaders, I'm here to take care of something!"
Uncle Li waved his hand and pulled Chen Fan away. "We'll talk about the work later. Let's go to my office. I didn't treat you well last time. You can't run away this time!"
Chen Fan was made a little uncomfortable by Uncle Li's enthusiasm and followed him upstairs, while Yao Na naturally followed him curiously.
Uncle Li's office is very simple, with just a tea table. The rest of the room is filled with bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, some of which are yellowed.
"Uncle Li, you are very particular about this office!" Chen Fan gave a thumbs up.
"As long as you don't mind the simplicity, Yao Na, bring me my treasured Dahongpao." Uncle Li said with a smile.
"Uncle Li, you are so willing!" Yao Na stuck out her tongue and playfully went to make tea.
Chen Fan was flattered and said, "Uncle Li, if you keep doing this, I won't dare to come next time!"
"Hahaha, you kid, why are you so polite? Not to mention that you helped Luo Kong and Yao Na get rid of the poison last time. Even yesterday, you saved Yao Na. I, Lao Litou, I can't thank you enough!"
"Yao Na is also because of me..." Chen Fan said quickly.
Uncle Li waved his hand, his expression suddenly turned cold, "Even if it's because of you, it's true that you saved Yao Na. The Ouyang family, huh, those who dare to touch my head, Old Li, are tired of living!"
Chen Fan was surprised, this Uncle Li is so domineering.
But you, a second-line veteran cadre who is retiring in the Religious Management Committee, how can you do the Fengyun Martial Arts School?