Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Xianglan chuckled as she looked at Shi Dawei's exasperated expression.

She pulled a pillow behind her back and said slowly:

"Look, you're in a hurry again."

Back in the day, you led the way in smashing up those capitalists' homes, like bandits raiding a village.

Haven't you all squandered those family heirlooms and gold bars?

Compared to you, I'm too kind. How can there be such a kind person as me in the world?

Shi Dawei: ...How does this old hag know so much?

"Don't glare at me."

Song Xianglan counted on her fingers. "You say I'm extorting money, but I can't bear that reputation for nothing. Let's make it a draw: four thousand each, plus one thousand for miscellaneous expenses, making a total of nine thousand."

Song Xianglan clicked her tongue twice.

A compassionate expression.

"How can I be so kind-hearted? If it were you, Shi Dawei, you'd probably dig up people's ancestral graves and sell them for money, wouldn't you?"

Sister-in-law Song was very afraid that Song Xianglan would be beaten.

Song Tingting's heart was pounding.

Shi Dawei felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

This old hag not only brought up old grievances, but also raised prices on the spot.

He lowered his voice:

"Those things from previous years... have all been handed over. Don't make false accusations."

Song Xianglan looked at him like he was an idiot. "The most valuable antiques, paintings, and yellow croakers have all been divided up by you leaders."

Only the remaining junk was handed over; the calligraphy and paintings that couldn't be understood were burned, and the porcelain was smashed to make a sound...

Shi Dawei almost lunged forward to cover Song Xianglan's mouth.

Furious:

"That's slander."

Song Xianglan: "Look, you're in a hurry again."

"Since you don't like 'May everything go smoothly,' let's change it to something auspicious. How about 'May everything go smoothly with sixes'? Six thousand per person."

"You're insane!"

Shi Dawei shouted in a broken voice, "Even bandits don't bid like that!"

"I told you not to rush, but you do."

Song Xianglan spoke with righteous indignation.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You're at a crucial point in your promotion, so it's always better to be safe than sorry..."

Shi Dawei felt his vision go black in waves.

His superiors have given him a severe dressing down.

It was made clear that if this matter escalates, forget about climbing the ranks; he'll be stripped of his current position as deputy factory director.

Even a year ago.

He could easily find any excuse to strangle this old woman from the countryside.

But now the situation has changed.

The old woman held his lifeline in her hands, and he also had a son who was a regimental commander...

He dared not gamble.

"Three thousand per person." Shi Dawei gritted his teeth, the words seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "This is the bottom line."

Song Xianglan shook her head like a rattle drum:

"Your bottom line is the same as a prostitute's underwear. The market has gone up now, don't you understand?"

It's six thousand per person, not a penny less.

Adding 1,000 yuan for miscellaneous expenses, the total is 13,000 yuan.

He was about to lose his temper when he saw Shi Dawei.

Song Xianglan earnestly advised, "Oh, Deputy Factory Director Shi, the meaning of 'six sixes bring good fortune' is so auspicious. It will ensure your future career success."

If you don't agree, there might be a line of seventy- or eighty-year-old women hanging from the gate of your cotton mill.

Anyway, a few more innocent souls won't make a difference how many you've already killed. Maybe they're the spirits of those who died in the past, possessing you in a dream to settle scores.

Shi Dawei felt a chill run down his spine; the old woman's mouth didn't utter a single human word.

But he was truly afraid.

Shi Dawei slumped into a chair, dejected. "Six thousand it is! Let me make this clear: once you take the money, you have to keep this to yourself. If you dare to cause any more trouble..."

"We are civilized people and have a sense of contract."

Song Xianglan immediately put on a smiling face, took out paper and pen from the bedside table, and said, "Come on, let's draw up a written agreement."

Song Xianglan quickly drafted an agreement.

It is clearly written above:

Mr. and Mrs. Shi Dawei and their daughter Shi Shanshan voluntarily compensated the victims Song Tingting and Song Xianglan with 6,000 yuan each for the injuries caused by the assault.

In addition, medical expenses and lost wages amounted to 1,000 yuan, totaling 13,000 yuan.

They promised not to cause any trouble for the Song family in the future, otherwise it would be considered a breach of contract and they would have to pay ten times the amount in compensation. The Song family issued a letter of understanding and agreed not to pursue the matter further with the Shi family.

Shi Dawei looked at the agreement.

Finally, I signed the document and pressed my fingerprint on it.

"Wait."

Shi Dawei threw down two words, turned around, and rushed out.

He returned less than half an hour later.

He was carrying a black tote bag.

"Thirteen thousand, not a penny less."

Song Xianglan opened the bag, inside was a bundle of tightly bound "big unity" coins.

"Tsk tsk, it has to be the deputy factory director, huh? Money is so easy to make without a conscience." In front of Shi Dawei, Song Xianglan counted the money, muttering, "This stack is your ill-gotten money, this stack is your money earned through dishonest means..."

Shi Dawei's face twitched.

I felt like dying.

"The money's been paid. Now go to the factory gate and remove the people!" Shi Dawei gritted his teeth.

Song Xianglan stuffed the money into her bundle.

In high spirits, he said, "Third Sister-in-law, go find a wheelchair and push me to the factory gate. We have to see this through to the end."

……

The entrance to the cotton mill.

Liu Dahua somehow got hold of a pair of clappers and was playing them loudly.

"With a clapper clap, let's not praise anything else, but let's praise Shi Dawei, he's a real genius."

The man surnamed Shi is a scoundrel; he wants to send his wife to another family.

For that official hat, even if it means wearing a green hat!

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

The ugly woman is still cursing:

"Shi Dawei's original surname was Shi. The Shi family made their fortune entirely from Shi. They did a whole bunch of despicable things, and their daughter is no good at all."

In the past, if someone couldn't find a wife, they would find someone within the family.

They all look like those scoundrels, putting on a respectable front, but they're actually perverts!

That's a really harsh insult.

Even the old man at the gatehouse couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

Shi Dawei heard these foul words from afar.

I almost fell off my bicycle.

"shut up."

Shi Dawei rushed over and roared angrily.

Liu Dahua saw that the person in question had arrived.

The clapper talk became even more enthusiastic:

"Hey, who's coming? That's a giant turtle sticking its head out!"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Song Xianglan sat in a wheelchair with her head wrapped in gauze, but her expression was one of utter injustice yet forced to bow her head.

"Big Flower, Ugly Girl. Stop cursing." Song Xianglan weakly raised her hand.

Liu Dahua and the others immediately fell silent.

They rushed over and surrounded the wheelchair: "Were you summoned for questioning?"

The surrounding crowd also pricked up their ears.

Song Xianglan sighed:

"I just had a chat with Deputy Factory Director Shi. He has a wide network of connections and connections."

Factory Director Shi promised compensation and also promised to discipline his family members properly in the future. Let's... just forget about it.

The implication is clear.

It's all out of helplessness.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"So this is settled privately?"

"It must have been Shi Dawei who threatened them. Look how scared that old lady is."

"How much money did they lose?" someone shouted.

How could Song Xianglan tell the truth? Shi Dawei didn't dare to either.

"It's a secret. We can't make things difficult for Factory Director Shi. As long as he doesn't cause us any more trouble in the future, that's fine."

The crowd: ...Ordinary people don't ask for much.

David Shih stood there.

Even if it had mouths all over its body, it still couldn't explain itself.

He was the one who lost 13,000.

It's as if he's done something heinous again.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now."

After everyone dispersed, Song Xianglan and the others also left.

Once they reached the next street, she immediately jumped out of her wheelchair, her legs moving with surprising agility.

He slipped fifty yuan to Song Fei and told him to pick up Brother Song and the others at the police station, take them to the hotel for dinner, and then send them back.

Song Fei grabbed the money and ran away.

Song Xianglan led her third sister-in-law and more than a dozen brothers, including Song Qiang, to a state-run restaurant for a meal.

It was lunchtime.

The restaurant was bustling with noise.

Before long, all the dishes were served.

The large portion of the sealed meat on the plate was glistening with oil.

The aroma of ginger duck is irresistible.

There were also stir-fried goat meat, braised pork hock... all hearty dishes.

The young men in the village had never seen anything like this before.

Their eyes turned green with envy.

Everyone ate meat and rice heartily. The men Song Qiang brought were all laborers from the village, and their bellies were long empty of oil and fat.

This meal was even more lavish than the Lunar New Year celebration.

Song Xianglan counted out a stack of money and handed it to Song Qiang, telling him to give each person ten yuan.

The young men all refused to take it.

"We just came to support the event, we sat there and ate a few steamed buns, and even ate meat at a state-run restaurant. How can we ask for money?"

Nie Xiaochuan and the Song family members didn't want any money either.

Everyone declined.

"The compensation we earned through our own abilities should be shared by everyone." Song Xianglan still distributed the money to everyone, saying that they should buy some New Year's goods to take home.

The group had no choice but to accept the money.

I thanked them again and again.

They went back after they finished eating.

Liu Chounu, Liu Dahua, and Liu Chunhua resolutely refused to accept her money.