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

Song Xianglan held up a megaphone.

Stepping on the beat.

His body swayed.

The words he uttered became smoother and smoother.

He immediately launched into a single-rhyme rap.

"You bastard Chen Daqi, you're not human! You're not human! You plotted to run away with the money overnight, and you have no conscience, even taking your sister-in-law with you!"

He indulged in all sorts of vices—eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring—leaving behind seven illegitimate children. We, as laborers, had no choice but to accept appliances as payment.

This rhythm.

This word.

Absolutely.

Chen Zui stood to the side, his face turning red and white in turns.

This cheapskate father even has a name: Chen Daqi.

God has seven illegitimate children.

If he really had seven illegitimate children, he could spend a few thousand dollars to have sex with them all.

He must have a share of his father's assets.

The onlookers were furious and filled with righteous indignation.

Aunt Wu stood to the side, her eyes red with tears.

"Look how worried this young lady is."

No wonder my daughter looks so old even though she's only in college. She even got her head split open while trying to collect a debt the other day. What a tragedy!

When everyone looked at Chen Zui, they saw a dark-skinned, oily young man dressed in a very presentable manner.

Unfortunately, he was an unlucky eldest son.

His father ran away with his sister-in-law, leaving him to work in the streets to pay off his debts.

"Hey girl, don't cry. How much is this digital watch? I'll buy one to support you." A woman squeezed forward.

Song Xianglan instantly suppressed her miserable expression, tucked the trumpet under her arm, and casually picked up a watch.

"Sister, you have excellent taste. There are several brands of watches, ranging from ten to twenty or thirty yuan. Look at this one, it has a luminous dial and an alarm clock, and it keeps very accurate time."

Her ability to change her expression is as fast as turning the pages of a book.

They didn't mention his sister-in-law again; their whole focus was on selling the product.

Chen Zui also came to his senses and quickly helped introduce the tape recorder.

Bai Gang stood in front of the pile of goods, his broad shoulders and muscular build, his eyes wide like copper bells. Anyone who dared to touch him would have their hand slapped away.

They were busy working enthusiastically.

Wu Tianming pushed his bicycle and squeezed into the crowd, followed by a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit.

Chen Zui's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to greet him, "Brother Wu, you've finally arrived."

Wu Tianming stopped his bicycle and pointed to the middle-aged man behind him, "Brother Chen, this is Section Chief Li from our factory's equipment department. He has many relatives and came to check out the goods today. If they're suitable, he can help his relatives take them back."

Section Chief Li seems to have a good business sense.

It may not have been given to a relative.

"Hello, Section Chief Li." Chen Zui said with a big smile, "Someone just asked about this dual cassette recorder. I haven't been willing to sell it yet, I'm just waiting for Brother Wu to bring people over to pick one out first."

Section Chief Li glanced at the large crowd around him and nodded.

"Let's inspect the goods first."

Chen quickly disassembled a Sharp dual cassette recorder, took out a cassette tape, pressed it into the side latch with a "click," and turned on the volume knob.

A soft, melodious song instantly drifted out.

"Sweet, sweet, your smile is so sweet..."

Teresa Teng's songs echoed in the square.

Section Chief Li closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on his thigh to the beat, and hummed along, completely absorbed in the sweet song.

He opened his eyes after a long while. "The sound quality is amazing. What other tapes do you have?"

"I have tapes from Taiwan and Hong Kong." Chen Zui opened his handbag, revealing a bag full of cassette tapes.

Section Chief Li went to look at the tape first.

He liked many of the songs he had never heard of before, just by looking at the titles.

He made the decision immediately: "Give me ten of these dual cassette recorders. Twenty digital watches, ten rice cookers, two pressure cookers. And give me this whole pack of cassette tapes."

Upon hearing this, both Chen Zui and Wu Tianming gasped in shock.

What a generous act.

"Okay, I'll pack the goods for you right away."

Section Chief Li pointed to the jeep parked not far away and said, "Move all the goods onto the jeep."

Wu Tianming, quick-witted as ever, pulled Song Xianglan aside and lowered his voice.

"Auntie, this is a big order. You can give Section Chief Li 1.5% of my 3% commission, as a discount for buying more. It'll save him face, and he'll think of us if there are any good opportunities in the future."

I'll take him to see refrigerators and washing machines in a few days. Is that alright with you?

Song Xianglan glanced at Wu Tianming.

This kid isn't greedy, knows when to advance and retreat, and is someone who does business for the long term.

She readily nodded, "Okay. You're the one who closed this deal. I'll give you an extra two percent commission."

Wu Tianming was so excited he almost jumped up.

I admire Song Xianglan to the point of complete awe.

After giving Section Chief Li a commission of 1.5%, he also had a commission of 1.5% left. Unexpectedly, Song Xianglan directly gave him an additional 0.5% commission.

After packing the goods, Bai Gang, Chen Zui, and Wu Tianming loaded them onto the truck.

On the way back, Wu Tianming took out a few ten-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Section Chief Li's hand, saying, "Section Chief, you've worked hard today."

"Aunt Song knows how to treat people. This is a rebate for your tea, a 1.5% rebate. Please keep it."

Section Chief Li held the thick, solid "Taiwan" coin in his hand.

He laughed heartily and patted Wu Tianming on the shoulder.

"Young Wu, you're a capable and quick-witted young man. That old lady is interesting too."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "Work hard. The factory is adjusting salaries at the end of the year, and it'll be time to give you a raise. There's a technical backbone training course in the city after the New Year, and I'll recommend you for it."

Wu Tianming was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Everyone in the factory knew that Section Chief Li's brother-in-law was the deputy factory director.

The old factory director is about to retire, and the deputy factory director's position as the top leader is a foregone conclusion.

If I get on the good side of Section Chief Li, my life at the factory will definitely be much easier from now on.

"I'll take you to see refrigerators, washing machines, and color TVs in a couple of days. Aunt Song and her family have connections to supply them."

"Okay, I'll drive a small truck there then."

On this side of the square, all the men watching were staring at the tape recorder with envy.

Young women and married women alike were all huddled around the rice cooker and the digital watch.

These items are new styles, no tickets required, no queues.

Add to that the explosive ethical scandal involving the "bastard boss Chen".

Business is booming!

While collecting money, Song Xianglan shouted, "If anyone wants to buy big-ticket items like color TVs, refrigerators, or washing machines, come find me in Cihuai Hutong in a couple of days."

I rented a place specifically to sell large items, and cleared out all the stock that bastard left behind to pay off his debts.

The onlookers nodded in agreement.

Nobody cared about where Boss Chen's shop was located, how many employees he had, or how he ended up in Beijing from the south.

Everyone's head is filled with the catchy slogan, "He ran away with his sister-in-law!"

It wasn't even noon yet.

Several large boxes of goods were completely sold out.

Exhausted, Song Xianglan collapsed onto the cart.

He picked up his military water bottle, filled it halfway with cooled boiled water, and said, "Chen Zui, let's go home."

I didn't think they would all be sold, so today was a pleasant surprise.

Back in the courtyard.

Song Xianglan closed the door and pulled out a wad of ten-yuan notes.

She counted out three ten-yuan bills and stuffed them into Bai Gang's hand. "Bai Gang, this is your half-day's wages, thirty yuan. And here's the five yuan for the delivery."

"Auntie, you don't need so much."

"Take it, it's rightfully yours."

Bai Gang's hand trembled slightly, but he happily stuffed the money into his pocket.

"Auntie, thank you so much!"

Song Xianglan then took out a ten-yuan note and a five-yuan note and handed them to Aunt Wu.

Aunt Wu waved her hands repeatedly and retreated.

"Young lady, you can't do this. I'm just going to lend a hand, how could I take your money?"

Song Xianglan insisted on stuffing the money into Aunt Wu's pocket, saying, "Let's keep things separate. Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. You helped me with the work and worked up a sweat, so you feel at ease taking this money."

See, they've taken the money.

Song Xianglan changed the subject, "I also have a batch of leftover stock from the south. Leather shoes, stockings, polyester shirts, and detachable collars."

In Haishi, wearing detachable collars is all the rage right now—it's cheap and looks presentable.

"These things are cheap to buy. If you're free at night, take some to the night market and set up a stall; you'll definitely make money."

Bai Gang felt a strong urge to join in.

He pedals his tricycle every day, working himself to the bone, but only earns a few dollars a day.

It costs at most ten or twenty yuan.

Seeing Song Xianglan making so much money today, it's impossible not to feel envious.

Selling things does have a bad reputation; people call you a self-employed scalper or a middleman.

The money is real.

He can't pedal a tricycle for the rest of his life.

"Auntie, my wife just got her salary, and with the money I've been saving lately, I'll use the 100 yuan to buy all the goods."

Bai Gang gritted his teeth and made the decision immediately.

"I'll bring the money over as soon as my wife gets off work."

Aunt Wu, listening intently, was deeply moved. She rubbed her hands on her apron, twisting the hem of her clothes, and began to speak:

"Hey girl, can I...can I take fifteen yuan worth of nylon socks first? I'll go check out the night market."

Song Xianglan slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "What's wrong with that? If you want to make money, just do it!"