After A'sheng pocketed the money, Yang Fan asked, "Do you know West Mountain Residence? It's a jewelry custom workshop in Yanjing from about a decade or more ago."
"West Mountain Residence!" A'sheng repeated the three words. "I've never heard of it."
It had been over ten years, and A'sheng was only in his twenties; it was impossible for him to know, asking was futile.
Seeing Yang Fan fall silent, A'sheng racked his brains, trying to think of a solution for him: "If we're talking about a manual workshop a decade ago, it will indeed be hard to find, not to mention knowing whether it still exists. Boss, could you know which district in Yanjing it was located? We could narrow down our search."
Yang Fan simply shook his head: "I don't know."
A'sheng frowned: "That makes it difficult. Where do you reckon we start searching then?"
"Go to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce."
