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

She mentally went through her enemies.

He doesn't really have many enemies in Beijing, unlike Qingyang who has several.

Song Xianglan frowned, sizing up the two men. "My shop is still under construction and the doors aren't even open yet, and you're already investigating speculation and profiteering?"

"When to investigate is our work arrangement, it's not your place to tell us what to do, you speculator." The tall man sneered, his chin held high. "Now, immediately produce your business license and relevant permits."

Song Xianglan sneered inwardly.

The shop's license was obtained by Song Tingting through a classmate, and it was registered under the name of Chen Zui, an overseas Chinese.

The paperwork was as complete as it could possibly be.

She originally wanted to just take it out and slap it in the other person's face, but when she saw his arrogant attitude, her anger flared up.

"no."

Song Xianglan uttered two words crisply and decisively.

The tall man's face darkened, and he pointed at the workers in the shop, shouting, "You dare to start work without a license? Stop work immediately, everyone come out!"

This shop must cease operations for rectification. Construction can only resume once all the necessary permits and licenses are obtained.

Song Xianglan didn't move, but asked in return:

"Who are you? You just stop work like that? What legal basis do you have for pressuring me?"

"Just get the license, stop talking nonsense," the short man next to him interrupted impatiently.

Song Xianglan laughed and crossed her arms.

"Are you two eunuchs from the Qing Dynasty here to deliver imperial edicts? You talk back and forth like watchdogs protecting their master. I say one thing and you say three.

"So many years have passed since liberation, yet your knees are still weak; you can't stand up from your knees."

That's a really harsh insult.

Song Xianglan's mind worked quickly. Tingting had only been in the business for a short time, and she had never argued with the neighbors.

They have the leisure to do such underhanded things.

Apart from the Hu family, whom she tricked, there is no other family like that.

"How dare you speak like that?"

The tall man got angry, pointing to his Zhongshan suit, "You start cursing as soon as you open your mouth, can't you see the uniforms we're wearing?"

If you can't produce the license today, you can forget about renovating this shop.

Besides, you're doing renovations in broad daylight, making the whole street dusty. The neighbors have already complained to the police.

The words had barely left his mouth.

The old man next door, who sells groceries, came over with his bowl and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey, comrade, don't jump to conclusions. When did we complain? The shop is being renovated, not demolished. There's not even a speck of dust. You can't just spout nonsense while you're dressed like that."

Several onlookers chimed in.

The tall man choked, his face turning red and his neck bulging.

Song Xianglan stared at him.

"Did you hear that? The eyes of the masses are sharp. I just called a dog, and you've already taken it personally?"

Okay, I can show you my license, but you two need to show me your documents first.

I need to see if you actually have law enforcement authority, or if you've been bribed by some master to come here barking like this.

"presumptuous."

The tall man suddenly pulled a red book out of his pocket and waved it in front of Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan grabbed his wrist and forcefully pulled the red booklet in front of his eyes.

It really is the local Administration for Industry and Commerce.

She was calculating in her mind that she knew the Hu family's secrets perfectly well, so how could she actually instruct public officials?

Something's not right!

"Li Dajiang, Zhang Qiang." Song Xianglan read out the names on the red booklet, nodded, and said, "Okay, I've written down the names."

Li Dajiang snatched back the ID card and sneered, "Write down my name? You think you can cause trouble, you're just a self-employed person from out of town?"

I advise you to be smart and get out of here right now. Call the landlord over, and I doubt he'll be able to rent the place to you anymore.

Chen Zui's face darkened.

I gritted my teeth and memorized those two names.

"Alright, I'll go get my documents right away. Comrade Li, Comrade Zhang, please wait a moment." Song Xianglan suddenly changed her expression to a smile, turned around, and walked into the shop.

Not long after.

She came out carrying a white enamel mug with peeling paint.

As Song Xianglan walked up to Li Dajiang, her foot slipped and she swayed.

"Ouch."

Half a tub of cooled tea was splashed all over Li Dajiang's crisp Zhongshan suit.

"What are you doing?" Li Dajiang screamed and backed away.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm getting old and my eyesight is failing, and my legs aren't working properly anymore."

Song Xianglan looked flustered. Holding the empty jar in one hand, she quickly pulled a dusty mess from her pocket with the other and haphazardly wiped it on Li Dajiang's chest and mouth.

"I was bitten by a dog when I was young, and it caused a stress reaction. I'm really sorry."

Just as Li Dajiang was about to push her away, a nauseating, sour stench suddenly rushed into his nose.

He looked closely and realized that what was rubbing against his chin was actually a thick cotton sock with a hole in it.

"Get out of here." Li Dajiang felt a wave of nausea and used all his strength to push Song Xianglan away.

Song Xianglan fell backward and crashed straight into Zhang Qiang, who was standing next to her.

Just as she fell, she stomped hard on Zhang Qiang's leather shoe with her right foot, grinding it half a circle.

"Ah..." Zhang Qiang screamed in pain.

With lightning speed, Song Xianglan twisted her wrist and stuffed the stinky cotton sock directly into Zhang Qiang's mouth.

"Ouch! Why did you push me?" Song Xianglan fell to the ground, slapping her thigh and yelling.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

Li Dajiang looked at the water stains and tea leaves on his clothes, then at Zhang Qiang next to him who was covering his mouth and gagging violently. His face turned as black as ink.

"You old hag, you're asking for it by engaging in speculation and profiteering!" Li Dajiang raised his hand to strike.

Chen Zui took a step forward, grabbed Li Dajiang's wrist, and forcefully yanked him away.

"What do you want? To hit someone?"

Chen straightened his back and pointed at the two men's noses.

"I've remembered everything you said and did today. I'm a returned overseas Chinese who came back to invest and start a business. Is this your business environment?"

Is this how you treat overseas Chinese?

I will tell all the overseas Chinese businessmen who invested in pharmaceuticals about what happened today, so that all overseas Chinese who are planning to invest back in China will avoid your area.

Li Dajiang and Zhang Qiang were stunned.

Being an overseas Chinese is no joke.

If we really push this to the top, they'll be in deep trouble.

Why didn't anyone mention that there was an overseas Chinese among them?

"She's a speculator."

Song Xianglan countered, "The country is now advocating reform and opening up, and encouraging more entrepreneurship and the development of individual businesses. Are you going to go against the policy?"

In this respect, it is really inferior to the South.

Whether it's Guangzhou, Xincheng, or Qingyang, everything is in service of reform and opening up.

"Small business owners don't steal or rob; they help alleviate the country's employment pressure. You just arbitrarily label people and arrest them. People like you should be thoroughly investigated."

"you……"

Song Xianglan tilted her head back. "What do you mean, 'you'? Am I wrong?"

Zhang Qiang turned and rushed to the convenience store next door to get water from the tap in the back to rinse his mouth.

I gargled and spat at the same time.

Li Dajiang also went to rinse his mouth.

They both vomited.

Song Xianglan patted her bottom, stood up, and slowly went to the tenement, taking out a bulging brown paper bag.

Li Dajiang and Zhang Qiang have come out, their faces as black as soot from the bottom of a pot.

Song Xianglan threw the brown paper bag directly onto Li Dajiang's chest.

Li Dajiang caught it in a flurry of activity.

Upon opening it, I found all the necessary documents, including the business license.

It clearly states above that it is a foreign-invested enterprise.

Sweat beaded on Li Dajiang's forehead as he forced a smile and asked:

"What about the tax registration certificate?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "The shop hasn't even opened yet, where are we going to register you for taxes?"

"Chen Zui".

"Okay," Chen Zui replied.

"Go to the newspaper office. Find a few senior reporters and say that some people are using the guise of public officials to bully overseas Chinese who return to invest in China and obstruct the country's economic development. Suspect that they are people left over from the old ways."

Zhang Qiang: "You're slandering me. I have impeccable revolutionary credentials."

"Okay!" Chen Zui took off running towards the alley entrance.

"Hey, wait a minute." Li Dajiang panicked completely and quickly stuffed the brown paper bag back into Song Xianglan's hand. "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

We were just conducting a routine inspection after receiving a tip from a concerned citizen. If you have any issues, please correct them; if not, please continue to strive for improvement. Why are you so agitated?

"It's good that you have all the necessary documents. You can submit the fire safety certificate and tax certificate later."

Zhang Qiang was furious, but Li Dajiang grabbed him.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, we'll be leaving now. Don't go to the newspapers so easily; it's a waste of national public resources," Li Dajiang said, trying to maintain appearances.

Song Xianglan sneered, "You two come here so early in the morning to show off your power. Isn't that a waste of national resources? Who reported this?"

Li Dajiang remained adamant, stating, "We must protect the privacy of whistleblowers; it's a matter of discipline."

"What a loyal dog! The master's feeding has paid off." Song Xianglan mocked.

The two of them were so angry they felt like their lungs were about to explode.

Unable to stay any longer, he turned and left.

Watching their retreating figures, Song Xianglan shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Hey, you two, don't blame me for not warning you. Although I just washed those socks two months ago, I have severe athlete's foot, and my feet get rotten and peeling every summer."

You two better wash your mouths thoroughly with soap when you get back, lest you spread the infection to your faces.

Li Dajiang stumbled, and Zhang Qiang let out a series of heart-wrenching retching sounds.

The two cursed the person who had summoned them in their hearts, and fled as if their lives depended on it.