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

Four women were crammed onto the motorcycle. Fortunately, the women in Qingyang were all thin; even Song Xianglan wasn't fat.

"boom……"

"I'll take you for a drive around town."

The red Honda King roared all the way and came to a steady stop in front of the town's police station.

Song Xianglan pulled out the car key and glanced back.

"You guys cool off for a bit, I'm going inside to take care of something," Song Xianglan said before stepping into the police station compound.

Walk through the foyer.

Song Xianglan found Old Li smoking in the corridor.

"Old Li, is Zhang Yujuan's case closed yet?" Song Xianglan handed him a pack of cigarettes.

Old Li glanced around and quickly stuffed the cigarette into his pocket.

Lower your voice:

"They've got her firmly pinned down. This time she'll be locked up for life. Not only her, but the old couple from the Qiao family won't escape either; they'll be detained as accomplices."

"Is it serious?"

"They used some harsh methods inside, making her beg for mercy and even confess to how old she was when she got involved with your ex-husband."

There's no need to specifically mention Song Xianglan...

Old Li pointed to the reception room at the end of the corridor, "It's very lively today. Several aggrieved families from the city are sitting in the next room, all here because of Zhang Yujuan."

The Cai and Gao families were inside discussing how to deal with Zhang Yujuan's accomplices...

Song Xianglan glanced in the direction indicated and saw that the red lacquered wooden door was tightly closed.

Those accomplices from back then will probably be difficult to deal with.

Those who worked in the quarrying committees back then all had some tricks up their sleeves.

"I'll treat you to drinks another day." Song Xianglan didn't linger and turned to leave the courtyard.

The reception room of the police station was filled with smoke.

Grandpa Cai sat in the main seat, slowly twirling two walnuts with a patina in his hands.

"That woman confessed." Old Master Gao tapped his pipe. "She was involved in what happened back then with someone. But she says the things were lost."

Old Master Cai sneered:

"Save that nonsense for fooling three-year-olds."

She insisted that she had told her son, Wang Cong, before she left. Later, Wang Cong went back to dig, but he couldn't find it no matter what he did.

She's now throwing all the blame on Song Xianglan. "Old Master Gao wants to get back at Song Xianglan," he said. "She says Song Xianglan suddenly made a fortune, built a factory, and bought cars; she must have embezzled that money. Why don't we..."

"Bullshit."

Grandpa Cai suddenly stopped holding the walnuts. "Zhang Yujuan is desperate and will bite anyone she can get her hands on."

Grandpa Gao raised his head.

"Are you absolutely certain it wasn't Song Xianglan?"

"I've thoroughly investigated Song Xianglan's background these past two days," Grandpa Cai said, leaning back in his chair. "She earned her first pot of gold by smuggling goods between the docks and the commune."

Later, he started his own transportation team and made a fortune just by pumping water from both ends.

Later, she established connections with Lai Fengshou and directly acquired the goods confiscated by customs and began reselling them overseas.

Grandpa Gao was taken aback.

"Such a wild approach?"

"More than just wild. She's an extremely intelligent and courageous woman." Old Master Cai's tone revealed undisguised admiration. "She has the skills; if she wants to make money, she does it all openly and honestly."

"Now that we've ruled out Song Xianglan, that leaves only Wang Cong." Old Master Gao stroked his chin. "Shall we try to get to this kid?"

"Besides keeping an eye on him, we also need to investigate the relationships between the directors and deputy directors of the land division committee," Old Master Cai instructed. "And while we're at it, find a few people to teach their children some skills and get them into some hobbies."

Old Master Cai is ordering people to be dragged to the casino.

At this moment, Cai Zhiyong pushed open the door to the reception room and walked in.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Gao." Cai Zhiyong walked up to Grandpa Cai.

Cai Zhiyong bowed his head and reported, "Song Xianglan rode a red Honda King. She asked Old Li a few questions and then left. I heard she was taking some village women out for a seafood feast."

Grandpa Cai chuckled.

"She's living a carefree life. Zhang Yujuan and she are mortal enemies."

Cai Zhiyong swallowed hard. "Back then, Zhang Yujuan and Yang Dashan secretly switched that illegitimate child with Song Xianglan's biological son. Song Xianglan only found out a few years ago. She used to treat that illegitimate child better than her own son."

Grandpa Cai froze.

Cai Zhiyong, breathing rapidly, leaned close to Old Master Cai's ear and said, "That Song Xiangdong... is Song Xianglan's biological son who was switched at birth. After his demobilization, he's no ordinary person."

Cai Zhiyong uttered a single word.

"What?" Old Master Cai's pupils dilated in shock.

Grandpa Gao was startled.

"Lao Cai, what happened?"

Grandpa Cai twitched his noodles wildly, "Is this really true?"

"Absolutely true." Cai Zhiyong nodded emphatically.

Grandpa Cai... it seems we need to maintain the relationship between our two families.

The town's food stalls were filled with smoke and flames.

Song Xianglan and her four older sisters occupied a large round table by the street.

"Boss, let's order." Song Xianglan then asked Liu Dahua to get some toilet paper to wipe the table again.

The boss, wearing an apron, ran over.

"Ladies, what kind of seafood would you like to eat today?"

"Two dried pomfret pan-fried," Song Xianglan announced the dishes skillfully. "A plate of seafood stir-fried noodles. Boiled tiger prawns, and some clams stir-fried with ginger and scallions. Salt-baked razor clams."

Song Xianglan pointed to the earthen stove not far away. "A pot of braised mutton, and oyster and lean pork soup."

The four elderly women listened with bated breath, swallowing hard.

"Xianglan, this must have cost a lot of money, right?" Liu Dahua's eyes lit up.

"I'm happy today." Song Xianglan tore off a few sheets of rough paper and wiped the chopsticks.

The dishes were served quickly.

The pan-fried pomfret was glistening with oil, the shrimp were bright red, and the mutton was bubbling and steaming in the casserole.

Song Xianglan unscrewed the bottle of liquor and filled everyone's glass to the brim.

"drink."

The women didn't hold back at all, grabbing their chopsticks and devouring the food in a whirlwind.

Liu Chunhua peeled shrimp at lightning speed, leaving the ugly girl with afterimages as she swung her chopsticks, even sweeping the scallions off the noodle plate clean.

"That's great!" Liu Chounu downed a mouthful of baijiu, panting from the spiciness. "The food at the restaurant tastes better than what we make at home."

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of mutton and put it into her bowl.

Song Xianglan put down her chopsticks. "The factory will be getting new equipment soon, and it will have to double in size. We don't have enough people right now. The HR department will be sending out recruitment notices soon."

The table fell silent instantly.

Several women turned to look at Song Xianglan.

The ugly woman rolled her eyes, grabbed a piece of paper, and hastily wiped her mouth.

"Xianglan, what do you think of my Lin Yan?" the ugly woman asked eagerly. "Could we let her come for an interview? She could at least get a job in the factory, right?"

Song Xianglan glanced at her.

"That's possible. Why doesn't Lin Yan run a food stall in the village? Being her own boss is better than working in a factory, isn't it?"

The ugly woman looked disgusted. "She lives a very frugal life in her husband's family. They are very wary of her."

They make snacks, but all their skills are used to cut corners and use inferior ingredients.

She's so stingy with oil that she'd skimp on it, even a dog wouldn't eat it. She'd be better off working in your factory; there'd be a stable, long-term job with guaranteed income.

"Okay. Have her go to the factory for an interview." Song Xianglan nodded.

Upon hearing this, Widow Wang moved closer to Song Xianglan.

"Xianglan, my nephews and nieces on my mother's side have been staying home doing odd jobs," Widow Wang said with a beaming smile. "Could we go and give it a try together? No questions asked if we don't get the job."

"As long as they are quick and efficient and don't shirk their responsibilities, it's fine." Song Xianglan always thought of her old friends first when she had something good to say. "Let them go to the personnel department to fill out the forms themselves."

Let me make this clear from the start: once you're in the factory, follow the rules. Anyone who makes a mistake will be fired, no matter what. Don't expect to use old friendships as an excuse.

"Of course! Whoever dares to embarrass you, I'll be the first to beat them up!" Liu Chounv didn't believe anyone would want to mess with a good life.

The five wine glasses clinked together.

After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, it was already completely dark.

Bright car headlights pierced the darkness of the village road.

Song Xianglan rode her motorcycle with several people on board, driving all the way into Xiaoquan Village.

The roar of the engine was deafening, and the dogs of several households at the village entrance all started barking.

Hearing the commotion, the two brothers, Lin Gang and Lin Mu, put on their coats and ran out of the house.

The Honda King stopped in front of Song Xianglan's house.

The ugly woman was drunk and her legs were too weak to get out of the car. Liu Dahua pulled her out of the car.

The ugly woman's legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.

"Mom." Lin Mu quickly ran over and grabbed Liu Chounu's arm. "How drunk are you? You reek of alcohol. Dad will scold you again."

Lin Mu frowned in disdain.

Liu Chounu pulled her arm back and slapped Lin Mu on the back of the head.

"Smack."

"You stupid son." Liu Chounu let out a long hiccup, pointed at Lin Mu's nose, and cursed, "I'm going to beat you up. Since you were little, you've been following me around all day, lying to me for a piece of candy. You said you were my good son, that you would make a lot of money when you grew up and give me a good life."

"How could I have believed your foul mouth back then?"