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

Song Nan picked up where Song Bei left off, gesturing with his finger on the tea table.

"Third Aunt, it's definitely better to spin off the logistics company and operate it independently than to keep it under the factory's name. But..."

He paused for a moment.

She glanced at Song Bei, then turned to Song Xianglan.

You must hold shares.

Song Xianglan held her teacup without moving.

Song Nan leaned forward and rested his arm on the tea table.

"When I was running a business in Haishi, I had meals with several business owners."

Those big companies all have various subsidiaries.

Those engaged in trade operate as trade, those in transportation as transportation, and those in processing as processing. The names are different, and the accounts are separate, but fundamentally they are all part of the same family. They are all managed by the same head office.

He got more and more excited as he talked, gesturing with both hands.

"Third Aunt, let's set up a subsidiary too. We'll separate the logistics business; you can oversee things from the top, and Song Bei and I will handle the rest."

When discussing business outside, we should say that this is Song Xianglan's business. Besides, you were the one who got us involved; you could have done the same thing with someone else anyway. We're just benefiting from your nephew's connections.”

Song Xianglan put down her teacup.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Song Dong picked up the cigarette pack on the table, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.

Song Fei also lit one.

The cigarette that Song Nan was holding was already half burned, and some ash had fallen onto the table.

The smell of smoke in the room grew stronger.

Song Xianglan thought for a while with a sullen face, then got up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The winter sea breeze blew in, scattering the cigarette ash on the tea table.

She turned her head and cursed:

"Smoking so many cigarettes. Do you think you have too long a life? You're a human who wants to become an immortal, sitting on the ground and wanting to ascend to heaven. You stay indoors all day like a marinated foot binding. When you go out, forget about dating, even girls won't bother to give you a second glance."

Song Nan quickly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

He rubbed the cigarette smoke off his fingertips.

"Third Aunt, these days when you go out for social events, everyone at the table smokes. If you don't smoke, people think you're not fitting in."

"So what if you don't fit in? Who's going to breathe for you if your lungs rot?" Song Xianglan glared at him and sat back down in her chair.

Song Nan quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Third Aunt, how about this? You take 30% of the shares, and Song Bei and I each take 30%. The remaining 10% will be divided between Song Dong and Song Fei."

Song Dong smiled in surprise:

"Even Song Fei and I have them?"

Song Nanchong grinned at him:

"I'm giving you a chance to get into the logistics industry. Just stay by your aunt's side and be her money bag. When there are accounts to settle with the logistics company in the future, you'll be in charge."

Song Fei chuckled beside him.

He nudged Song Dong with his elbow.

"Xiao Dong, they've already planned everything out for you."

Song Dong didn't rush to express his opinion. "Third Aunt, you must invest."

He pushed the ledger forward and pointed to a number on one of the pages.

"In the past two years, we've been working with Erhei's company on transportation, and we've spent a lot on freight alone. If we had control over the logistics ourselves, the money we could save each year would be substantial. Plus, we can take on smaller, individual orders, so the profits would definitely be there."

"Also, Erhei's workplace is subject to change at any time. If they really don't allow us to take private jobs, we'll be at a disadvantage when we have to find a car at the last minute."

Song Xianglan had already said she would lend them money to buy a car.

The logistics industry is booming right now, and she clearly sees that building her own fleet of vehicles is entirely beneficial.

"When hiring, be careful to screen people. A driver's character is more important than their skills; don't hire anyone with questionable character. Go look at cars after the New Year, and buy one if you need one."

Song Nan was full of energy.

"Third Aunt, I want to bring Erhei over."

Song Xianglan also wants to recruit Erhei; she could easily become the captain of the transport team.

"Erhei was doing well at his old job, why are you poaching him?"

"What's so good about it?"

Song Nan waved his hand, "Their company's wages are ridiculously low. How much does Erhei earn in a month?"

He's been working with us for the past two years and has managed to earn some money outside, which has helped him get by. Otherwise, his meager salary wouldn't be enough to support his family.

Song Bei chimed in from the side:

"Erhei told me several times that his workplace had no future and the leaders liked to put on airs. He had wanted to leave for a long time, but he just hadn't found the right path."

"You guys handle it. Make sure to pay him a high salary if you poach him, and he can also manage the fleet."

She took a sip of tea, then suddenly changed the subject.

What are your thoughts on motorcycles?

All four of them turned to look at them.

Song Dong reacted the fastest. "Third Aunt, you want to sell your motorcycle?"

What do you think?

Song Dong's mind raced, and he began gesturing with his hands again.

"This thing would definitely sell well in Haishi. Not to mention Haishi, even in Xincheng and our Qingyang County, which young person wouldn't want to own a motorcycle? More and more people can afford bicycles now, and motorcycles will definitely be the next big thing."

Song Bei picked up the conversation:

"I've seen people riding imported Honda and Yamaha motorcycles in Haishi. They cost several thousand yuan each, and people still buy them. If these motorcycles come in through gray channels, the price and sales will immediately go up."

Song Fei also became interested.

"I read in the newspaper the other day that several factories in China have started manufacturing motorcycles."

Song Xianglan listened to them talking all at once about the outside market.

My fingers slowly circled the rim of the teacup.

The group discussed it for a while, getting more and more excited as they talked.

She thought for a moment about who she should look for, and figured that someone from Lai Fengshou's workplace would definitely know the way.

"Song Dong, prepare a few things for me."

Song Dong immediately took out his notebook and pen from his pocket and opened to a blank page.

"Ten bottles of Moutai."

Song Dong wrote it down.

"Ten Chinese cigarettes."

"Ten bottles of XO brandy."

Song Dong paused for a moment.

"Ten boxes of fish maw. Ten baskets of various canned goods and snacks made in our factory."

Song Xianglan paused, then added another sentence.

"Also, prepare five large red envelopes."

Song Dong finished writing the last entry in his notebook and looked up. "Third Aunt, who are we going to see?"

"Come with me to the county tomorrow."

Song Dong nodded. "Okay. What time do we leave tomorrow morning?"

"Eight o'clock." Song Xianglan stood up and poured the remaining tea from her teacup into the waste tea bucket. "We'll talk about other things when we get back. You all go down and help out; there's still a bunch of stuff in the kitchen that hasn't been fried yet."

Several people followed them downstairs, rolled up their sleeves, and headed straight for the kitchen.

Song Dong stood in front of the stove, skillfully squeezing the seasoned minced meat into balls and dropping them one by one into the oil.

Song Fei was flipping the pot on the side.

Song Nan and Song Bei were slicing radishes on the cutting board, one slicing and the other mixing the noodles and seasonings, working together quite skillfully.

Don't let the handsome appearance of the men in the Song family fool you; their culinary skills are all exceptional.

He was already quite good to begin with, and after working under Song Xianglan...

The sports car owner often cooks for himself, and his culinary skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Third Aunt, is it almost done?" Song Dong used a slotted spoon to scoop up a fried meatball, its outer skin golden and crispy.

"Fry it a little darker in color." Song Xianglan peeked out and took a look.

"Third Aunt, shall we fry some seaweed and tofu balls too?" Song Dong scooped out the first batch and drained the oil, then turned around and called out, "Fry another batch of radish balls."

"Third Aunt, shall we fry the fish pieces and shrimp last?" Song Bei brought over the fish pieces that had been cut on the cutting board.

"Third Aunt, fry the oysters last."

In the yard, Fu Bao shouted at the top of his lungs, "Grandma, I want to eat meatballs!"

Youbao called out, "Grandma, Grandma! I want one too!"

Song Xianglan picked at her ear.

"If I were to die, you would call out my soul eight hundred times a day and make decisions for me."

After scolding Song Dong and the others, she turned around, took Fu Bao and You Bao's hands, squatted down, and patted the two little ones' heads.

"Sweetie, go ask Brother Gousheng to take you to his house for a day. Then you won't have any heatiness when you come back."

Youbao's eyes lit up. "I want to play with Sister Sanya."

"Okay. I'll have Gousheng take you there."

The ugly woman had slipped over again at some point.

She stood in the yard, craning her neck to peer into the kitchen.

Several young people were busy at the stove, calling out "Third Aunt" every now and then.

Song Dong fries meatballs, Song Fei flips the wok, Song Nan and Song Bei chop vegetables and mix filling.

Their movements were as swift as an assembly line.

The wrinkles around the ugly woman's eyes were all squeezed out, and she couldn't stop smiling.

"Lanlan, your family is having a lively New Year. Seeing all these healthy and handsome young men makes me happy, unlike my two sons who get scolded every day."

Song Xianglan walked out of the kitchen and took off her apron, draping it over her shoulders.

"Your Lin Gang is also good; he's reliable and steady. He's been keeping an eye on things at the greenhouse, which has saved me a lot of trouble. Lin Mu is also helping me look after the orchard and asparagus fields, and they're doing a great job. I'm thinking of leasing some more land to grow crops."

Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun rented their land to Song Xianglan, while Wang Zhihe and Huang Ronghua cultivated their own land.

Over the past two years, Song Xianglan has surveyed almost all the usable land in the surrounding area and has already made her plans.

Liu Chounv sighed and put her hands into her cotton-padded jacket pockets.

"That's all my two sons are good for. They're okay at physical labor, but their brains are practically scrambled out, leaving only a tiny bit of booger. They're not even good enough to work."

"By the way, Lanlan, my grandson Shoucheng said he'll bring his mother to our house for the New Year this year."

Song Xianglan looked up at her.

The ugly woman had an indescribable expression on her face.

There was joy, but it was mixed with other things.

"Shoucheng is going to work at your factory, and as her mother, she can't keep giving us the cold shoulder."

She paused, her lips moving a few times.

"I know that Xiaoyan has been unhappy all these years. The fact that she has remembered what happened back then for twenty years shows that she has not had a good life."

The ugly woman's voice grew fainter and fainter.

"That's just how women are. They'll give up all principles for their children."

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My darlings who are about to become rich and beautiful, this humble author is begging for more updates! Please leave comments and wish for a manga/TV series adaptation!!! (*´･人･*) Please!!!