Ye Hong looked at the restaurant called [Antong Little Chef] in his hand, with thoughts flashing in his eyes.
The store name is very common and very common.
In Antong District of Bailu City, there are a large number of storefronts prefixed with the district name.
For example, Antong Kitchen, Antong Electrical Appliances, Antong Snacks, etc.
The store is also very ordinary, a small store of less than 20 square meters, selling some home-cooked dishes.
But precisely because of this, it attracted Ye Hong's attention.
No matter how bad the business of an ordinary store is, it can still sell hundreds of copies every day, otherwise it would have closed down long ago.
But Ye Hong found that the information mentioned that such a small shop only sold fifty meals a day.
No more, no less, fifty servings every day.
How can any store control the sales volume every day to be exactly the same
Unless it's rationed somewhere.
As the saying goes, there must be a demon when something goes wrong. Ye Hong put this information aside and prepared to study it later.
This small shop was recommended by Zhang Yuchen. In his words, it was a delicious and delicious shop that he accidentally discovered when passing by.
Even if Ye Hong trusts Zhang Yuchen, now that the Catering Association has been newly established, he must be careful in everything.
Ye Hong, the president of the association, sighed deeply and began to immerse himself in writing down the various rules and regulations of the association.
A few mornings later, when Ye Hong was preparing to go out at home in Tianheyuan, he received a call that he rarely received.
"Vice President Jiang, what's the matter?" Ye Hong answered the phone and asked.
The caller was Jiang Zuoan, deputy director of the 185th Hospital.
You must know that Ye Hong's affairs are usually left to Nalan Xue. It can be said that Nalan Xue is equivalent to the acting dean.
Like Jiang Zuo'an, they always contact Nalan Xue directly if they have anything to do, and rarely bother Ye Hong.
"Dean, something bad has happened. Vice dean Nalan has fainted!"
Jiang Zuoan's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Don't worry, tell me clearly what's going on."
Ye Hong frowned and said.
He just fainted. There are so many doctors in the 185th Hospital and no one can handle it? Ye Hong didn't believe it.
"According to the analysis of a group of our experts, Vice President Nalan seems to have been poisoned!
Dean, now Vice Dean Nalan’s life is in danger, please come over and take a look! "
"Well, I'll rush over immediately."
Ye Hong put on his coat and rushed out of the house.
As he headed to the parking lot of the community, he dialed Wei Qing's number.
There was a sound of shutting down the phone in the receiver. It seemed that Wei Qing had gone abroad again.
And just when Ye Hong drove Ye Jue to the 185th Hospital, the 185th Hospital at this time was the Critical Illness Research Center.
The Critical Illness Research Center is a laboratory built with a lot of money by Kuai Changfeng, the former director of the 185th Hospital.
The laboratory is dedicated to researching treatments for serious diseases such as major cancers.
Normally, the research center only allows the vice presidents and experts to interact with each other, so it is extremely deserted.
Especially today, there are only a few people in the laboratory.
In the slightly dark laboratory, the morning sun shines onto the window glass, reflecting the two gloomy faces in front of the window.
"Mr. Qiu Qiu, will Ye Hong be fooled?"
With an expression of fear and apprehension, Jiang Zuoan cautiously said to Qiu Yishan who was standing aside.
Ever since he learned about Qiu Yishan's true background, Jiang Zuoan secretly realized how lucky he was to still be alive after fighting with Qiu Yishan for so long!
(End of chapter)