The thin man named Zhang kept wandering in the service hall. When he saw a newcomer coming, he went up to ask.

Whenever I pass by Chenfeng, I show a disdainful expression.

"Just based on the number you have, you will definitely not be able to handle it today. When you ask me to do this, you will not be as polite as before."

When passing by Chenfeng, the thin man glanced at the number in Chenfeng's hand and said in his heart.

On the 136th, it is probably not a turn for a whole day. The thin man who hangs in the office hall every day understands it very well.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, the clerk behind the counter not far away suddenly received a call.

After nodding, he pressed a few numbers.

"Please go to window 8 for processing on the 136th."

Then, such a sound rang in the hall.

"Are you calling me?"

Chenfeng was stunned after hearing the voice, thinking that the other party had made a mistake.

After looking at the front window, I finally got to the 30th day. Now I asked him to go to the 8th window, which seemed a bit incredible to Chenfeng.

"Please go to window 8 on the 136th."

Just when Chenfeng was stunned, the second prompt rang out.

He stood up, Chenfeng didn't care whether the other party called the wrong one. Anyway, he called his own number and walked towards window No. 8.

"What? How is this possible!!!"

When the thin man who was in charge was stunned at first when he heard the call, he was shocked.

Window No. 8!!!

How could he not know that he often hangs in the office hall? Window No. 8 is an extremely special window.

This window is only for people with special identities and will not handle business for ordinary people.

Moreover, there are few people who call numbers in the service hall, and they will only skip numbers when encountering extremely special situations.

"Brother Zhang, who is that kid? He actually opened window No. 8." At this time, the person who had just talked to the thin man came over and asked in shock.

"I don't know, but I know, it must be someone we can't afford to offend." Looking at the morning breeze in front of window No. 8, the thin man murmured: "Fortunately, I didn't say anything too much just now, otherwise it would be miserable."

At this moment, the thin man was very grateful.

"That young man is so amazing. More than one hundred numbers can be handled now." Someone whispered among the people with the same numbers.

"Don't you know that window No. 8 is not something that ordinary people can do." Another person with some experience said.

"It would be great if I had the ability too, and I wouldn't have to take pictures for so long." A middle-aged man looked at window No. 8 and spoke enviously.

Chenfeng did not hear the whispers of those people, but submitted his own information.

After paying the processing fee, Chenfeng left the Industrial and Commercial Bureau after receiving the receipt.

Despite some questions, Chenfeng knew that the reason why he finished the process so quickly must have something to do with Ge Zheng who called him just now. Otherwise, it would be impossible to call him directly and call him immediately.

In this way, Chenfeng was still very grateful to Ge Zheng.

Half an hour later, Chenfeng returned to the rented house.

At this time, Zhang Yanqiu and the others had already left because they had to go to work in the afternoon, and Ge Zheng was still waiting there.

"For today's affairs, I'm sorry, Mr. Ge."

Seeing Ge Zheng, Chenfeng spoke.

If Ge Zheng hadn't had the phone number, I don't know if it could be handled today. However, Chenfeng was still very curious about his identity. It is not something that ordinary people can do if he can get a license by just one phone call.

"Master Xiaochen is polite. I'm just trying to make the physiotherapy bed soon!" Ge Zheng was obviously very happy to see Chenfeng come back.

Ge Zheng was a cheerful person. After entering the house for physical therapy, he left there.

No one came over the whole afternoon. In the evening, Zhang Qiang suddenly called Chenfeng and asked him to have dinner at a food stall not far from the school.

In fact, all my classmates know Chenfeng's life experience, so there is nothing to hide from him.

As Chenfeng's good brother, Zhang Qiang often invites him to dinner. Chenfeng used to refuse this, but with Zhang Qiang's insistence, he was not inconvenient to say anything more.

Zhang Qiang is a person who loves to make friends and has good conditions at home. Although he is not as rich as a family, he is also considered a middle-class family.

If the school hadn't allowed students to drive, Zhang Qiang would have already driven in and out of the campus. In Chenfeng's opinion, this was a rich man.

But Zhang Qiang is one thing that even if he has money, he will not squander it. Unlike some children from rich families who rely on their family to have some money, they will not take anyone seriously just like playboys.

The food stall is where he and Zhang Qiang often go. According to Zhang Qiang, it is a crowded place that is lively. Unlike some high-end restaurants, they are all dead and dare not even speak loudly. They are called quality, but they are actually just pretending.

After six o'clock, the store closed early, and there were no customers coming at this time. Chenfeng walked for more than ten minutes and arrived at a food stall not far from the school.

This is an area where food stalls are concentrated. At this time, many people choose to come here to eat. Without paying attention to hygiene, the food in the food stalls is quite delicious.

After ordering a few dishes and some barbecue, Zhang Qiang and Chenfeng found a place to sit down.

At this time, graduation was approaching, Zhang Qiang was in a low mood. He asked for two beer and started drinking with Chenfeng.

During the meal, Zhang Qiang asked Chenfeng about his future goals.

Chenfeng told Zhang Qiang about his thoughts, but told him that he wanted to open a health center. In order not to make Zhang Qiang suspicious, he could only say that his parents who had never met had left him some money before and could only use it after graduating from college.

In this way, it can explain the existence of this store now.

As they chatted, the two of them asked for a few more beer. Zhang Qiang's alcohol capacity was quite good, Chen Feng knew that. At this time, he was already feeling slightly drunk.

Zhang Qiang is a good guy, at least he didn't regard him as a poor person. Zhang Qiang, who is much richer than him, can actually ignore an orphan like him, a person who may never be used in the future.

But Zhang Qiang didn't. During college, he was always very kind to Chenfeng, which made Chenfeng feel warm in his heart.

"Come on, brother, do it!"

Zhang Qiang raised his cup and said loudly.

Then I put the quilt into my mouth, probably because I used a little more force, and the beer in the cup was sprinkled to the back.

"Fuck, are you looking for death!!!"
Chapter completed!