182: Chapter 182 Easy to get in, but difficult to get things done

Seeing Zhao Yang's stunned expression, Sun Zhendong continued, "If you don't register the online store in the name of a local, you won't be able to touch a single cent of the poverty alleviation funds you applied for."

Zhao Yang had already considered this issue earlier.

This made things a bit tricky.

His expression darkened. "That can't be. I'll definitely find a way; there must be a way..."

Sun Zhendong smiled. "You've managed to secure so many major provincial policies; what's this little matter in comparison?"

After saying this, he stood up and walked toward the dining room.

"Come on, let's eat. Let's see what Aunt Han has made."

Zhao Yang stood up and followed behind Sun Zhendong. Watching his back, he felt even more admiration.

After all, someone who had climbed their way up through the political ranks saw human nature clearly.

Although he was a reincarnated person, he was still far inferior in this regard.

Because Jiang Nan was pregnant, Han Zhiyu wouldn't let her lift a finger while cooking in the kitchen, only letting her keep her company and chat.

When Sun Zhendong and Zhao Yang arrived at the dining room, the food had just been served.

Han Zhiyu pointed at the stir-fried rock ear with eggs and said with a smile, "Little Jiang taught me how to make this dish step-by-step. Come, let's all try it."

Sun Zhendong picked up a piece with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly. A few seconds later, he praised, "Crispy, tender, and slightly chewy. It's delicious and has a natural mushroom aroma. Good!"

After finishing dinner and on the drive back, Zhao Yang kept thinking about whose name would be appropriate to open the online store under.

Jiang Nan was his wife and a civil servant, so she was ruled out first.

His mother, brother, and sister-in-law wouldn't work either; people would definitely gossip, saying he was using his position for personal gain to benefit his family.

Once someone reported him, he wouldn't be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

As he thought about it, Zhao Yang's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Jiang Nan leaned against the back of the seat, looking at Zhao Yang's profile, and smiled. "Yangyang, you were so lively at the dinner table just now. Why have you become such a quiet person now?"

Zhao Yang explained Sun Zhendong's concerns and ruled out the people around him one by one.

He sighed, "It's my fault. I thought about this too simply at the beginning."

Jiang Nan stared at him for a moment and suddenly laughed. "Look at you, so worried. I thought it was some huge deal!"

Zhao Yang turned his head to glance at his wife. "Nannan, do you have a solution?"

Jiang Nan pointed to the intersection ahead. "Turn left. Let's go to Binjiang Garden first."

Zhao Yang excitedly slapped the steering wheel. "Haha, my wife is still the smart one. How did I not think of that!"

Jiang Nan curled her lips. "Tell me, how am I smart?"

Zhao Yang smiled. "We register it in Mom's name. She is an investor in Cangyun County, so no one can say anything."

"Secondly, Mom doesn't care about the measly profits from an online store, so I can freely offer discounts."

"Thirdly, by letting Mom get involved in online sales, she can perceive the development trends of the modern logistics industry in advance."

Jiang Nan was getting a bit tired of leaning back, so she straightened up slightly and smiled. "Not bad. Your little brain turns quite fast. You can persuade my mom like that in a while."

When the car drove into Binjiang Garden, it was already past eight in the evening.

Lin Xuecen was sitting in the living room watching TV with a facial mask on.

Seeing Zhao Yang and Jiang Nan come in, she said indistinctly, "Coming over so late?"

Zhao Yang changed his shoes and sat down on the sofa, getting straight to the point. "Mom, there's something I want to ask of you."

Lin Xuecen peeled off the mask, threw it into the trash can, and revealed her well-maintained face.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at Zhao Yang with a half-smile. "Speak."

Zhao Yang explained the idea for the online store and Sun Zhendong's concerns, and finally said, "I want to register this online store in your name. You are an investor in Cangyun, so no one can say anything."

After listening, Lin Xuecen picked up her teacup and took a sip. "A small online store, how much money can it make in a year? It's not even worth the effort for me to worry about. Go find someone else."

Zhao Yang had long expected her to say this and smiled. "Mom, you're just lending your name; you don't need to worry about anything..."

He explained the ins and outs, and Lin Xuecen was tempted but didn't agree immediately.

Zhao Yang used his ultimate move: acting pitiful and buttering her up.

He lowered his voice. "Mom, that bunch of people in the county are dying to see me make a fool of myself. With how domineering you are, could you let people laugh at your son-in-law?"

Lin Xuecen smiled, playing along with his act. "That's definitely not happening!"

Zhao Yang said, "The operating status of the online store can provide a reference for the development of the modern logistics industry. This is something money can't buy. Mom, don't you think so?"

Lin Xuecen said, "Data from one's own store is definitely the most authentic."

He looked up. "So, Mom, the online store is yours, and you must pay for opening it yourself."

Lin Xuecen almost jumped off the sofa. "You're tricking me into being sold and still making me count the money for you, right?"

Jiang Nan almost laughed out loud from the side and quickly covered her mouth.

Lin Xuecen looked at him for three seconds and suddenly laughed.

"Alright, alright. Tomorrow I'll have someone from the company accompany you to the Administration for Industry and Commerce. You can talk about trademarks and trade names, but you have no idea how to actually do it."

Zhao Yang was overjoyed and jumped up. "Mom, thank you!"

Lin Xuecen waved her hand and went upstairs.

...

At eight o'clock on Monday morning, Zhao Yang arrived at Fenghua Creative.

Shen Feiyu was already in the office, with three sets of trademark design proposals spread out on the table.

Zhao Yang took a liking to the third set at a glance.

Simple and modern, the two characters "Yunling" were in bold Song typeface, with a rising sun above and rolling mountains below, the lines clean and sharp.

Shen Feiyu smiled. "This is the set I'm most satisfied with too."

She put the other two sets away. "I'll email you the electronic version. You take it to print, and submit it together with the trademark registration materials."

Zhao Yang thanked her repeatedly. "Teacher Shen, I'm returning to Cangyun County tomorrow morning. I'd like to take the photographer with me. Is that convenient?"

"Convenient. Come here at eight o'clock tomorrow to pick them up."

Shen Feiyu added another sentence, "Applying for trademark registration is difficult and time-consuming. You might as well go to the Provincial Administration for Industry and Commerce first and apply for trade name record-keeping."

Zhao Yang said goodbye and left.

At ten-thirty, at the entrance of the Provincial Administration for Industry and Commerce.

Yun Shu, the assistant to the president of Cenjiang Industrial, was waiting for Zhao Yang.

Yun Shu was in her early thirties, wearing a dark gray professional skirt, and the whole person exuded the competence of a workplace elite.

"County Magistrate Zhao, President Lin asked me to cooperate with you fully."

Yun Shu spoke concisely, without any extra words.

Zhao Yang took the file bag she handed over, which contained a copy of Lin Xuecen's ID card, a copy of Cenjiang Industrial's business license, a power of attorney, and other materials.

He stuffed the one he had prepared inside as well, and the two walked into the registration hall of the Administration for Industry and Commerce together.

The air conditioning in the hall was very strong, forming a sharp contrast with the summer heat outside.

Three windows were open, but there were only people behind two of them.

Zhao Yang walked to the third window and placed the data bag on the counter.

"Hello, I want to apply for trade name record-keeping."

Inside the window sat a female staff member, in her thirties, with permed curly hair, tilting her head and chatting with a colleague next to her.

Hearing Zhao Yang's voice, she didn't even lift her eyelids and continued talking and laughing with her colleague.

Zhao Yang waited for a few seconds and said it again, "Hello, applying for trade name record-keeping."

The female staff member then turned her head, swept a glance at him, and said with an impatient tone, "Can't you see I'm busy talking to my colleague? Wait."

Zhao Yang stiffened his neck, suppressing his anger. "Then may I ask, how long do I need to wait?"

The female staff member ignored him, muttered two more sentences to her colleague, turned around slowly, took the file bag, flipped through it casually, and threw it back with a slap.

"The materials are unqualified. Go back and prepare them again."

Zhao Yang's anger flared up instantly.

"Where is it unqualified? Please point it out to me, and I will prepare the materials."

The female staff member rolled her eyes. "I said prepare it again. Can't you understand?"

Zhao Yang took a deep breath, his voice sinking.

"Easy to enter, hard to face, tough to get things done. That's exactly what you are!"

"Is this how you are required to conduct yourselves regarding government work style construction?"