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

These days, you can hardly see a motorcycle on the streets of Qingyang County.

A driver can drive a four-wheeled vehicle, but someone who can ride a motorcycle is a rare breed.

Everyone slapped their foreheads. "What are we going to do? We've brought back a rare thing, but nobody knows how to ride it!"

"It's about the same size as a 28-inch bicycle, right?"

Nie Xiaochuan rolled his eyes at the loader. "If it were really the same, would it sell for that much? But it's not the same as a four-wheeled vehicle."

Song Xianglan was very pleased with everyone's speculation.

"Get out of the way. Keep an eye on things."

Song Xianglan took out her key and inserted it into the ignition key on the front of the car.

One twist.

The dial lit up.

She stepped onto the bike and gripped the handlebars with both hands.

With a quick squeeze of the clutch, I slammed my right foot into the starter lever.

"boom……"

A plume of blue smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.

The roar of the engine made the entire warehouse buzz.

Everyone around was so frightened that they took a step back.

Song Xianglan shifted gears and twisted the accelerator with her right hand.

The car shot off with a "whoosh".

"Holy crap!"

Nie Xiaochuan swore, "My third aunt is amazing, she can actually ride a motorcycle."

Song Xianglan rode her Honda King around the large courtyard outside the warehouse for a long time.

The red car body gleamed in the sunlight.

The wind blew her short hair, revealing an indescribable sense of neatness and domineering presence.

Several stevedores stared in disbelief.

"My God!" one worker exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. "The boss is amazing. Not only does she know how to make money, but she can even ride a motorcycle. If she were twenty years younger, she would be the envy of countless men."

Nie Xiaochuan slapped the worker on the back of the head.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You have no right to gossip about the boss's family!" Nie Xiaochuan rolled his eyes.

Song Xianglan braked suddenly and brought the car to a steady stop in front of Zhou Fang.

She stood with her feet on the ground and turned her head to look at him.

"Did you understand?"

"I didn't understand," Zhou Fang answered honestly.

"Get on. I'll teach you." Song Xianglan got out of the car and let Zhou Fang climb on.

"Left hand on the clutch, right foot on the brake. Shift gears with your left foot. Release the clutch slowly when starting," Song Xianglan instructed from the side.

Zhou Fang did as instructed, and the car lurched forward, almost stalling.

I tried four or five times.

Zhou Fang finally managed to drive the car out smoothly.

Nie Xiaochuan quickly said:

"Third Aunt, please teach me too."

"Let Zhou Fang teach you." Song Xianglan waved her hand and mounted her Honda King.

"I'm going out for a stroll. You guys stay and guard the warehouse."

The roar resumed.

Song Xianglan twisted the accelerator and sped straight out of the courtyard onto the road.

Qingyang County in this era.

The road was full of bicycles and oxcarts.

Suddenly, a brand-new red Honda King appeared, accompanied by a deafening engine roar, instantly becoming the focus of the entire street.

Song Xianglan is not blooming quickly.

She deliberately strolled around the main roads of the county town.

People on the roadside stopped in their tracks.

The cyclist even forgot to pedal.

"What is that?"

"It looks like a motorcycle."

"How impressive. Is that an old lady riding it? Wow, amazing!"

When I passed by the entrance of the county department store, several people gathered around.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit stopped Song Xianglan.

"Excuse me, sir," the man said, his eyes fixed on Honda King. "Where did you buy this car? Is it an import?"

Song Xianglan supported herself on one leg and took off her sunglasses.

"An imported Honda King. My friend just got it from somewhere."

"How much is it?" the man asked quickly.

The onlookers all pricked up their ears.

"A regular light motorcycle costs over four thousand." Song Xianglan raised her voice a little.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"Over four thousand? My goodness, that's equivalent to my annual salary for seven or eight years."

The middle-aged man wasn't surprised by the price and pointed to the car Song Xianglan was standing in.

"What about this one?"

"Mine is more expensive," Song Xianglan tapped the gas tank. "Ten thousand yuan exactly."

After these words were spoken, the surrounding area fell silent.

Several people nearly dropped their jaws.

Ten thousand yuan.

This amount of money could buy four or five large bungalows with yards in Qingyang County.

"Ten thousand..." The middle-aged man's face paled for a moment, then he regained his composure. "Comrade, where is your friend? Can you take me to see the goods?"

"Warehouse No. 36 in the western suburbs. Go there and mention my name, Song Xianglan."

Song Xianglan put on the helmet.

With a twist of the accelerator, the Honda roared out of the crowd, leaving behind a pungent yet alluring exhaust fumes.

As the car drove away, the crowd immediately erupted in chaos.

"Ten thousand yuan. Who can afford that?"

"You can't afford it, I can't afford it. But someone else can."

"What do you know? There are plenty of business owners in the West City area. Didn't you see that guy's eyes were red just now?"

In less than half a day.

The news that ten imported motorcycles had been airlifted to a warehouse in the western suburbs of Qingyang spread like wildfire throughout the county.

There aren't many goods here in Qingyang to begin with.

Many people came to see it.

Some people went back to pool their money to buy a motorcycle.

Especially business people.

In recent years, merchants from other places have come to Qingyang's clothing market to purchase goods, and they all pay with cash in bags.

Restaurants and simplified entertainment venues began to become popular in Qingyang.

The head of the entertainment industry is a local tyrant.

He came with cash and bought a motorcycle. "My original motorcycle only cost three thousand yuan. I heard you have a Honda King for ten thousand yuan here. Give me one."

Besides the entertainment industry bosses, the owners of two restaurants also came to buy cars.

mirage.

Song's Trading Company.

Song Dong put down the phone receiver.

He turned around, found a black pen, and tore a piece of cardboard off the box.

"What did Godmother say?" Liu Yukun asked as he walked over.

"My third aunt said she got the motorcycle." Song Dong leaned over the glass counter, scribbling on a piece of cardboard with a pen. "She told me to go back to Qingyang tomorrow to pick up the motorcycle. Before I leave, I need to put up the pre-sale signs."

Liu Yukun leaned closer to take a look at the words on the cardboard.

"This is the price she set?" Liu Yukun pointed to the numbers. "Ten percent higher than the suggested retail price? Who would buy this?"

"These are cars available now without tickets." Song Dong placed the signboard in a prominent position at the entrance. "My aunt instructed me to keep a few without price tags and hold an auction. The highest bidder wins."

"Okay. Godmother has a lot of sales ideas, and customers just love it." Liu Yukun went back behind the counter.

The sign had only been up for half an hour.

A chubby man in a leather jacket walked in and pointed at the cardboard sign. "Honda King pre-sale? No cars in stock?"

"I'll pick up the car in five days," Liu Yukun said.

The fat man's eyes widened as he saw the price. "Eleven thousand? You're robbing me! You can get it for ten thousand in a department store."

"Go buy it at the mall," Liu Yukun said coldly. "Do you even have a ticket? You'd be lucky to get one if you waited in line for three years. We can ride them on the street in five days. If you're not buying, move aside, you're blocking the door."

The fat man gritted his teeth.

He pulled two stacks of ten-yuan notes from his bag and slammed them on the table.

"You've got guts. Order me a red one," the fat man shouted. "If you don't see the car in five days, I'll smash up your shop. Let me tell you, I'm not short of money. I watch the stock market every day and can make ten thousand yuan in just a few days."

Liu Yukun accepted the money and issued a receipt without changing his expression.

"Bring the receipt to pick up the car. I wish the boss good fortune in the stock market, and hope he'll patronize our Song's Trading Company in the future."