Chapter 247 Attending the Meeting

Old Zhao wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked towards the cashier.

Just then, Lin Fan happened to be standing next to the bar, holding a glass of water, explaining things to Su Xiaoxiao.

"Boss, check out. Issue the invoice." Old Zhao looked at Lin Fan, his tone hardening. "Issue a VAT invoice. I'll send you the header and tax number."

Many restaurants of considerable size, in order to avoid taxes, often make excuses such as their machines being broken or that they only have ordinary invoices when asked to issue special VAT invoices.

As long as Lin Fan finds an excuse to delay, they will immediately have something to use against him.

Lin Fan took a sip of water and nodded.

"Xiaoxiao, open it for him."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded: "Sir, please provide the company name or show the invoice QR code."

Old Zhao paused for a moment, then took out his phone and pulled up the invoicing information of a temporarily registered shell company.

Su Xiaoxiao took the barcode scanner and scanned it with a "beep".

Then, she skillfully entered the amount of the previous transaction, 3536 yuan, into the tax software of the POS system.

"Sizzle—"

A mini tax printing machine next to the cashier immediately started beeping.

In less than five seconds, a formal VAT invoice with a clear heading, accurate tax number, and a detailed list of dishes was printed out.

Su Xiaoxiao tore off the invoice, stamped it with the store's official invoice stamp, and handed it to Lao Zhao along with the receipt.

"Please keep your invoice safe."

Old Zhao froze, holding the invoice.

He carefully checked the tax bureau's official seal, anti-counterfeiting code, and password area on the invoice. It was completely compliant, leaving no room for forgery.

This seemingly unremarkable "Lin Family Shop" not only has access to the formal tax system, but its tax filing process for every account is also cleaner and more transparent than that of large corporations.

The store can issue full tax invoices whenever customers request them, meaning that all of the store's revenue is transparent and there is absolutely no under-the-table tax evasion.

Seeing this, Old Sun, who was sitting in the corner, silently turned off the miniature camera and put it back in his briefcase.

It's impossible to check now.

The ingredients are top-quality, and there is no false advertising.

The tax return was filed in full, and everything was clear and transparent.

Even the customers dining in this restaurant are powerful figures in the real estate industry that you can't afford to mess with.

The shop, inside and out, was as clean as a seamless steel plate. They couldn't find any dirt on Lin Fan that they could use to attack him in court.

"Let's go." Old Sun stood up, picked up his briefcase, and sighed.

Without a word, the two pushed open the glass door, walked down the steps, and sheepishly returned to the black Passat on the street corner, where they drove away.

……

In the shop.

Lin Fan placed the empty water glass on the bar counter and turned to look out the window at the black sedan that was driving away.

He had noticed earlier that the two people were behaving strangely, definitely not ordinary diners. But he didn't care.

It was gradually approaching one o'clock in the afternoon.

All the ingredients in the store were sold out. Su Xiaoxiao hung up the "Closed" sign at the door and began to clean the lobby with a broom and mop.

After finishing her meal, Tuantuan was squatting next to a cardboard box in the corner, teasing the sleepy-eyed Xiajiao with a blade of grass.

Lin Fan dried his hands and took off his apron, hanging it on the wall.

Just as I was about to pour myself a glass of water, my phone, which was on the bar counter, suddenly vibrated.

A number without any name or contact information was displayed on the screen.

Lin Fan glanced at the string of numbers. Although he had deleted it from his contacts, he had seen this number for three years and it was already imprinted in his mind.

It's Su Qing.

He didn't want to answer, but the phone kept ringing persistently, as if it would keep calling until he picked up.

Lin Fan pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Feed." Lin Fan's voice was completely flat.

"It's me." On the other end of the phone, Su Qing's voice carried an barely suppressed air of superiority. "Meet me at four this afternoon. Let's talk."

Lin Fan frowned slightly: "There's nothing to talk about between us. If you want to go to court, I'm happy to oblige. Let your lawyer say what he has to say in court."

"Lin Fan, you don't need to pretend to be tough in front of me."

Su Qing sneered on the phone, "I'm calling you today to save you the last bit of dignity. If this really goes to court and all your dirty tricks are exposed, you'll be the one who's embarrassed."

Lin Fan found her self-righteous remarks rather amusing.

"Your trump card? What did you find out?"

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, at the Blue Mountain Coffee Shop across from Golden Street. Come by yourself, don't bring Tuantuan."

Su Qing didn't say much on the phone, but firmly set the time and place, "I'll only wait for you for ten minutes. Whether you come or not is up to you."

After saying that, the call was immediately disconnected.

Lin Fan threw his phone back onto the table.

He didn't want to go to such a boring appointment.

But then I thought, Su Qing is obviously holding back some tricks. If I don't make things absolutely clear, given her personality, she'll definitely keep causing trouble.

Some boundaries do indeed need to be clearly drawn face-to-face.

3:30 p.m.

Lin Fan prepared the stock mix packet for tomorrow in advance and put it in the freezer.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm going out for a bit. You stay here and watch over Tuantuan," Lin Fan instructed.

"Okay, Brother Lin, you can go without worry." Su Xiaoxiao was playing with Tuantuan with a cat toy and replied without looking up.

Lin Fan pushed open the glass door and walked down the steps.

On a late winter afternoon, the sun was obscured by thick clouds, and the wind blowing on my face carried a distinct chill.

He crossed the street and headed toward the Blue Mountain Cafe on the corner.

The coffee shop was playing soothing instrumental music, and the heating was on full blast.

Because it was a weekday afternoon, there weren't many customers in the shop. Lin Fan pushed open the door and immediately saw Su Qing sitting in the corner by the window.

Today she wore a perfectly tailored white haute couture suit, and her hair was styled in a neat updo.

Her makeup was exquisite, especially the bright red lipstick, which made her look like a female general who had just won a battle.

In front of her was a cup of black coffee that she had only taken a sip of, and beside her was a dark blue leather folder.

Lin Fan walked over, pulled out the chair opposite her, and sat down.

Su Qing raised her eyelids and glanced at Lin Fan.

Looking at Lin Fan's familiar black casual jacket, a hint of undisguised contempt flashed in her eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't dare to come." Su Qing leaned back on the sofa chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

The waiter came over and handed over the menu. Lin Fan waved his hand: "No need, just a glass of warm water will do."

After the waiter brought over some water and left, Lin Fan looked at Su Qing and said, "Just say what you need to say. I have other things to do at the shop."