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

Old Hu, who wielded the brick, was a notorious tyrant in their alley.

His wife was a feisty woman who could suck the dust off the ground, and she gave birth to several sons, all of whom were tall, strong and robust.

The family acted like tyrants in the alley.

He was invincible in the neighborhood.

The police officers from the nearby police station are very familiar with their family.

I had thought that this was just a neighborhood dispute, and that I would just teach the Hu family a lesson and have them pay some medical expenses.

But Old Man Hu and Old Woman Hu stubbornly refused to pay and even threw a tantrum in the police station courtyard.

Just then.

Chen Zui stepped into the police station.

He didn't even sit down; he simply took out his ID from his bag and placed it on the table.

"I am a returned overseas Chinese. I came to Beijing this time with special funds to investigate investment and factory construction." Chen Zui stared at the director across the desk, his voice not loud, but every word hit him hard.

"Ms. Song Xianglan, who is lying in the hospital, is my godmother. She is not an ordinary old lady. A few years ago, she took the lead in donating a large amount of urgently needed supplies to the army and also called on people around her and college students to support the army by donating supplies."

She has now been hacked open in the street by local thugs in Beijing, and her fate is unknown.

I just want to know, if people like her are being bullied, is there any justice left for ordinary people?

The country is calling on overseas Chinese to return and invest in the nation's development. So, would we overseas Chinese still dare to invest back home?

The director swallowed hard.

He looked down at the gold-embossed certificates and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

It doesn't even qualify as a typical street brawl.

How did this escalate to the level of the national investment environment?

Chen Zui placed his hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward.

"If this case is classified as a simple fight and handled superficially, then I have nothing more to say."

I went out and immediately went to the Overseas Chinese Federation and the consulate to negotiate.

In addition, I will also go directly to the relevant leaders in the military to ask them if anyone is taking any action regarding the fact that a model of supporting the military was seriously injured in the street.

The director suddenly stood up.

What a joke.

Overseas Chinese, foreign investment, donations of supplies, and model of supporting the military—any one of these terms could blow the roof off.

Besides, all of them together.

"Mr. Chen, please don't act rashly."

The director wiped the sweat from his face.

He's only forty years old.

I want to make further progress and get promoted.

If this gets reported, his future will be ruined.

"This case will be dealt with strictly. Those who cause trouble or maliciously injure others will not be tolerated."

That afternoon, Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu were directly locked in a detention cell.

The two were about to argue when the police officer shut them down with a single sentence:

"Say one more word, and we'll send you to a detention center. We'll take you directly for interrogation and put you in jail."

Immediately afterwards, the people from the neighborhood committee were urgently summoned to the police station.

After the meeting.

The neighborhood committee director led his men directly to the factory owned by Old Hu's sons.

In front of everyone in the workshop, the leaders of the factory's labor union called out Hu's sons, pointed at their noses, and gave them a serious reprimand, and even threatened to give them demerits.

The news spread like wildfire.

The news spread throughout the alley in half a day.

The neighbors in the alley, who had long suffered from the Hu family's humiliation, were extremely excited.

Grandpa Wang from next door went to the shop and bought a big string of red firecrackers, which he then hung on the utility pole at the entrance of the alley and lit.

The crackling sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the street.

Several of the neighbors who were usually the most bullied spontaneously brought canned fruit and inquired about the address to visit Song Xianglan at the hospital.

City Hospital.

Three-person orthopedic ward.

Song Xianglan had thick bandages wrapped around her head and couldn't stay in bed.

She wasn't seriously injured, just a few cuts and scrapes, but there were many blood vessels in her head, causing a lot of bleeding.

But she knew how to invest, so she rubbed her forehead vigorously until it swelled up high, turning it into a frightening bruise.

"Tingting, I haven't had enough of the good things in Beijing yet."

Song Xianglan leaned against the pillow and instructed Song Tingting beside her, "Go buy a roast duck, a big one that's a bit fat."

They made the duck carcass fried in salt and pepper flavor.

Buy another plate of stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions, a big pot of beef rib soup, and two bowls of noodles with soybean paste. If you pass that snack shop, get me some donkey rolls, pea flour cakes, or something like that too.

Song Tingting nodded repeatedly, "Mom, I'll go buy it now. What else do you want to eat?"

"We can't just hand out money indiscriminately, let's leave it at that for now."

Song Tingting went out and hailed a tricycle.

The tricycle driver took Song Tingting to a well-known time-honored brand to buy roast duck, and then they bought roast duck from shop after shop on the streets and alleys.

The net bags in the truck bed were piled higher and higher, and the food boxes were stacked three or four layers high.

The driver was so happy he couldn't stop smiling, and he parked the car in front of the hospital.

Ask back:

"Miss, do you need a ride tonight? I'm available anytime."

Song Tingting took out some money and handed it over, "I'll definitely need it again tonight, so wait here at the gate at 5:30."

"Okay then." The tricycle driver was very enthusiastic and took the money.

Song Tingting gave him two more steamed buns filled with beef and scallions. Seeing that Song Tingting couldn't carry them, he offered to help carry the large food boxes into the inpatient department.

Two unlucky guys were lying on the other two hospital beds.

One of them was Fang Jinming, who did manual labor and broke his arm while unloading goods.

Another one, named Bao Huaihua, fell into a ditch while riding his bicycle. Before he could get up, a passing cow trampled his leg, breaking it.

Neither of them had an employer to reimburse their medical expenses, so they had to pay for it themselves.

The meals brought by the family were all thin soup and water with steamed buns, with not a trace of oil in sight.

Song Tingting put the things on the bedside table.

He deftly set up the small table.

"Mom, I've bought everything." Song Tingting opened the lunchbox lid. "A whole sliced ​​roast duck, a big pot of beef rib soup, all kinds of pastries, fried noodles with soybean paste, and stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions.

The doctor said during rounds that you're old and have lost blood, so you need to take good care of yourself. Let's eat this first, and we'll go buy other things tonight.

Song Xianglan smelled the aroma of meat.

His eyes were practically glowing green.

She turned her head and looked at the two hospital beds on either side.

The two men were staring at the dishes on her table, swallowing hard.

Even with no oil in my stomach, seeing roast duck and beef steak in front of me made my mouth water like a bursting dam.

"Hey, would you two like some beef rib soup?" Song Xianglan took a sip of the soup; it tasted delicious.

Take some of this roast duck with you; we've all injured our bones and flesh, we won't grow well if we don't eat meat."

Fang Jinming and Bao Huaihua quickly waved their hands.

"Sister, you mustn't, you mustn't! This meat is so expensive!"

Song Xianglan ignored their refusals.

He got out of bed, slipped on his shoes, and went over to get the two of their aluminum lunchboxes.

She picked up a large ladle and ladled a big box full of steak soup for everyone, including three or four pieces of beef ribs with meat on them.

They also set aside a large portion of the salt and pepper duck carcass and a third of the roast duck meat.

In addition, two fist-sized beef buns were placed at each of their bedside tables.

"Eat. It's not good to not eat. You family members should eat with us too." Song Xianglan shoved the lunchboxes into their hands.

In any case, the Hu family will have to pay the bill.

The two of them held the heavy meat in their hands, their eyes reddening.

Song Xianglan turned around and went back to the hospital bed, where she and Song Tingting began to enjoy their meal.

These days, roast duck is so oily that the two of them stuffed themselves with meat while rolling up spring pancakes.

I was so full after eating for only a short while that I kept burping.

The remaining noodles with soybean paste and the barely touched sea cucumber with scallions were mostly gone.

Song Xianglan then served the food to the two families.

"Please clean up for me, I can't eat anymore, the leftovers will just go bad."

Both families expressed their deepest gratitude.

They silently prayed that this domineering old lady would stay a few more days and not be discharged so soon.

I just finished eating.

Chen Zui pushed the door open and came in from the outside.

He pulled up a stool and sat down. "Godmother, I'll stay here with Tingting starting tomorrow so she can go back to school."

Song Xianglan picked her teeth: "What did the police station say?"

Chen recounted the whole story of how he exposed his identity and pressured others, ending with a cold snort:

"This afternoon, the Hu family will definitely send someone to plead for leniency. We can't be soft-hearted then, and we can't just let it go like this."

If this were in my own territory, I'd definitely find a few people to feed that old bastard a few peanuts.

Chen Zui couldn't help but reveal his fierce side.

He's only nice to his own people; he's cold-blooded towards outsiders.

Fang Jinming listened intently while gnawing on a beef rib.

Hearing this...

He quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and interjected:

"Old sister, what the young man said is right. Those old thugs are just used to being fierce and menacing."

You absolutely must not be discharged from the hospital after receiving some compensation.

We're getting old. What if we get hit on the head with a brick and there's a hidden injury in our skull?

You need to stay a few more days so the hospital can give you a full check-up. Besides, you're still feeling dizzy, aren't you?

Bao Huaihua also chimed in:

"Make his family pay for everything; they should cover all the hospital and nutrition expenses."

Song Xianglan touched her round belly, and a strong feeling of drowsiness washed over her.

I just ate so much high-carb fried noodles and roast duck wraps.

She's feeling a bit dizzy from carbs; her eyelids are drooping so much she can barely keep them open.

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Xianglan leaned back and fell onto the pillow. "Ouch, I'm so dizzy. I can't take it anymore, I have to lie down..."

The voice just fell.

She closed her eyes.

Within ten seconds, she was asleep.

The Song family may not have many other redeeming qualities, but their sleep quality has always been exceptional.

Unwavering.

Chen Zui glanced at Song Xianglan, who had fallen asleep instantly, grinned, and waited for the Hu family to come and get what they wanted that afternoon.