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

Before the excitement on the playground had subsided, Song Xianglan took advantage of the chaos to make her escape.

Song Tingting was left to catch up with her former teachers.

Just as I pushed open my own courtyard gate, Tang Zhong from the factory came running over, panting.

"Boss, there's a long-distance call from Xincheng. They called the factory office and said they have something urgent to discuss with you."

Song Xianglan turned and went to the factory office, picked up the receiver and dialed back.

It was Zhou Fang on the other end of the phone; her voice was dry.

"Godmother, it's me."

"What happened?"

"I need to go to Haishi. Anxi Yang telegraphed me asking me to come over." Zhou Fang paused for a moment. "I had originally decided to break up with her completely, but she insists on seeing me. Godmother, could you give me Cong Ying's phone number? Just in case I need her help."

Song Xianglan opened the phone book on the table.

He recited a string of numbers and gave instructions:

"Zhou Fang, go see her and talk about breaking up. Control your temper; you have to bow your head when you're on someone else's turf."

There was no response from the other end.

"You've experienced firsthand how vicious An's mother's mouth can be. If people look down on you, that's their business."

"No matter how angry you are, no matter how much you miss An Xiyang, don't do anything reckless or violent for her sake." Song Xianglan's voice became stern. "The world is a dangerous place. If anything happens to you, who will your two sons rely on?"

"I've got it."

Zhou Fang's voice was a little hoarse. "No matter what she says, I'll just ignore it."

"Go ahead." Song Xianglan hung up the phone, her face grim.

The next morning.

Song Xianglan took a car to the county.

Hou Liangkun had booked a private room at a teahouse long ago, and he was smoking and pacing around the room.

As soon as Song Xianglan entered, he immediately went to greet her and pulled out a chair.

"Auntie, we have news about the ships! The first batch will dock tomorrow or the day after." Hou Liangkun couldn't hide his excitement. "This time we're leading the way in Qingyang, we're definitely going to make a fortune. Can you guarantee there won't be any problems docking?"

Song Xianglan picked up her teacup and moistened her throat.

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"Don't let the boat dock at Qingyang County; go directly to the vicinity of the land port. I have someone there to meet us."

"Mainland China and Hong Kong?"

Hou Liangkun was stunned. "It's a bit far from the county. I heard the people in Lugang are very shady."

"Once you arrive at the land port, go find a man named Lin Ergou." Song Xianglan slammed her teacup heavily on the table. "The car must be transported by someone he recommends, and it must follow the route he has drawn up."

Of the motorcycles you brought back, send 90% to the warehouse I designated for you. The rest, you can handle yourself. Got it?

Hou Liangkun... He also had his own underlings in Qingyang, and being ordered around like this made him lose face.

"Auntie, I'm just curious," Hou Liangkun said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I was just investigated, and now you're telling me to change docks. Who's trying to frame me? At least give me a heads-up so I can be on my guard, right?"

"Can you defend yourself?"

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids. "Boss Hou has made some money these past two years and now he acts like he owns the place in Qingyang. He doesn't even know who he's offended. What gives you the right to be so arrogant?"

Hou Liangkun's face flushed red and then turned pale.

"You can't even handle this?"

Song Xianglan sneered, "Look at the surrounding towns and villages. Take Xiangzhi, for example. In the 1970s, CCTV criticized a town for having a transaction volume of several hundred thousand."

In inland China, many county towns don't even make that much in a year. Which boss from Xiangzhi is arrogant? The few coins in your pocket are nothing to them.

Hou Liangkun stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"The brain is an everyday commodity, but people insist on turning it into an ornament." Song Xianglan understood these people all too well. When a poor person suddenly becomes rich, they can't wait to announce to the world that they've become incredibly wealthy.

"Those two holes under your eyebrows mean you can't read people's expressions; you're completely blind to the people around you. You're like a toad with a hair stuck in it, thinking you're some big shot."

These words were utterly merciless.

Hou Liangkun instinctively felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

These past two days, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong with one of his subordinates, but he hadn't thought about it too deeply.

"Boss Song is right," Hou Liangkun quickly said with a smile, swallowing his resentment. "I was just too naive. Everything will be done as you say."

Song Xianglan opened her canvas bag. "Thirty thousand yuan as a deposit. Sign the contract, put your fingerprints on it, and I'll leave."

Hou Liangkun picked up the pen and signed it readily.

Although he was still a little uneasy, he was also a seasoned veteran in the business world.

Song Xianglan dared to directly hand over real money, which means that this path is definitely feasible; you can't go against money, no matter who you're against.

mirage.

Zhou Fang stood at the door.

His faded cotton-padded jacket stood out starkly against the exquisitely carved iron gates around him.

The door opened, and An's father stood inside.

An's father looked Zhou Fang up and down and sighed inwardly.

Actually, he quite admired Zhou Fang; she was honest, hardworking, and would never mistreat her daughter.

While it's something to admire, everyone on the street is talking about going abroad these days.

Long lines form outside embassies in Beijing and Shanghai every day, with people applying for visas blocking the streets.

An Xiyang has the opportunity to go abroad, and her father secretly hopes that his daughter can fly higher.

He even considered that it would be good if Zhou Fang could come along.

But Zhou Fang has no education and doesn't know any foreign languages. What can he do in the US besides washing dishes in Chinatown?

However, I've heard that washing dishes can earn you a thousand or two dollars a month.

It would be nice if Zhou Fang went to wash the dishes.

"Come in," Mr. An said, stepping aside.

Zhou Fang stepped into the living room.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor made him feel that the air in the room was oppressive.

Even breathing is difficult.

"I'm here." Anxi Yang came down the stairs from the second floor.

Zhou Fang looked up.

Anxi Yang wore a beige turtleneck sweater, paired with a red plaid wool skirt and mid-heeled leather boots. Her once smooth long hair was now styled into fashionable big waves, and she wore lipstick.

Stand there.

Stylish and sophisticated, without a trace of the mundane, everyday life of the common people.

She doesn't look like a mother of two.

She was a spoiled young lady who was constantly being stared at on the streets of Shanghai.

Zhou Fang quickly looked away, a sharp pain shooting through her chest.

He looked down at the pattern on the carpet.

"Where are Da Bao and Er Bao? Didn't you bring them?" An Xi Yang walked down the last step and stood in front of Zhou Fang.

"I didn't bring it," Zhou Fang said, his voice tight.

His sullen face was evident to An's mother, who had followed him.

That's a kind of shabby, poor, and pretentious attitude that's hard to come by, yet it's also smug and arrogant.

"Sit down, don't just stand there like a doorman." Mother An's face fell, and she glanced at Zhou Fang with a sidelong look. "Who are you trying to fool with that look of a wronged, honest person? You look so aggrieved because you think we've wronged you."

Zhou Fang didn't respond.

I walked over to the single sofa and sat down.

Did I say something wrong about you?

An's mother sat down opposite him, her sharp tone echoing in the room, "My daughter marrying you is a stroke of good luck for your Zhou family's ancestors."

A perfectly healthy young woman, and she gave birth to two sons for you.

My daughter wasted the best years of her youth in that wretched place of yours, being forced to do laundry and cook for a peasant like you.

As Mother An spoke, she grew increasingly angry and slammed her hand on the sofa armrest.

"Looking back now, we really lost out. If we had known we could catch this wave of going abroad, I would never have let her get involved with that country bumpkin."

Zhou Fang looked up at An's mother, her face showing no anger, only exhaustion.

"Mom, say less," An Xiyang said, frowning.

"Why should I say less? He got a huge advantage." Mother An didn't buy it at all. "Go out and ask around. In this area of ​​Shanghai, the line of men looking for my daughter could stretch all the way to the Huangpu River."

"Who can you compare to, a country bumpkin who lives off two acres of meager land? I'm telling you this now, this marriage is off."

An Xiyang looked at Zhou Fang helplessly.

"Zhou Fang, I called you here because I want to have a serious talk with you."

"What do you want to talk about?" Zhou Fang looked into An Xiyang's eyes. "Divorce, or going abroad?"

An Xiyang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and subconsciously avoided his eyes.

"My visa has been approved."

Zhou Fang clenched her hands tightly on her knees.

He thought he had prepared himself mentally for coming today, but when those words actually came out of her mouth, his heart still ached terribly.

"So?" Zhou Fang stared at her.

"I don't want to leave with regrets." An Xiyang bit her lower lip, her expression conflicted. "My dad means that if you're willing, we can go together."

Zhou Fang was stunned for a moment.

He looked at An's father, then at An's mother.

Mother An snorted coldly, rolled her eyes, and remained silent.

Clearly, this was An's father's idea, and An's mother strongly opposed it but could only keep quiet for the time being.

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to An's father.

Zhou Fang found it absurd, a self-deprecating smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "What am I supposed to do? Serve the dishes and wash the plates."

Finally, Mr. An spoke up, "People can earn over a thousand US dollars a month washing dishes in Chinatown. Have you ever calculated how much that is in RMB?"

"You can't earn that much money if you spend your whole life toiling away in that small town of Xincheng. Construction work isn't as easy as washing dishes. As long as you're willing to work, it's better than staying in China."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to."

Zhou Fang interrupted An's father directly, stood up, and said, "I'm a rough man, and this is all I've accomplished in my life. I don't have the fortune to earn money from foreigners."

He looked at An Xiyang, his tone crisp and decisive.

"I'm willing to get a divorce and set you free."