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

Early the next morning.

As soon as it was dawn, Song Xianglan got up.

She changed into clean clothes, and the gauze sling on her arm was particularly noticeable.

She went to Gan Zhiyuan's house first.

Although the Gan family lived near the commune, their family was not well-off.

Gan Zhiyuan's mother was carrying a wooden bucket out to pour water.

He paused for a moment when he saw Song Xianglan.

They then warmly greeted them.

"Oh, it's Master Song! What brings you here? Please come in and have a seat!"

"I've come to see Zhiyuan." Song Xianglan nodded with a smile and followed him into the house.

Gan Zhiyuan was lying in bed, his face still a little pale. When he saw Song Xianglan, he struggled to get up.

"Master!"

"Lie still and don't move."

Song Xianglan walked over quickly, pressed her hand on his shoulder, and said, "If you don't take good care of yourself, you'll develop a chronic illness that will last a lifetime."

"Zhiyuan, thank you for protecting Tingting."

"Master, it's what I should do."

Song Xianglan placed the net bag she was carrying on the table.

Inside were two packs of peach shortbread, two pounds of golden egg pancakes, and two cans of malted milk powder in tins.

"Master, you've come all this way, why did you bring anything with you!" Gan Zhiyuan said anxiously, his face turning red.

"This isn't just for you."

Song Xianglan took out a small bag carefully wrapped in a handkerchief from her pocket, revealing a stack of loose bills inside.

"This is the money Yang Dashan and the others lost, a total of twenty-five yuan. Here you go."

Song Xianglan stuffed the money into Gan Zhiyuan's hand, "Go to the hospital for another thorough check-up, and use the rest to buy some meat and bones to nourish your body."

"No, no!"

Gan Zhiyuan's father came out from the inner room.

He waved his hands repeatedly.

"Master Song, Zhiyuan is so grateful to be able to learn a trade from you at the factory and earn eight yuan a month! We can't accept this money!"

"Yes, Master Song, we can't accept this money."

Gan Zhiyuan's mother also spoke up hastily.

"One thing at a time."

Song Xianglan's attitude was firm: "This money is to compensate Zhiyuan. If you don't accept it, it means you don't acknowledge me as your master."

She paused, then said:

"Once Zhiyuan recovers and returns to work at the factory, I will submit a report to him requesting a raise."

Upon hearing this, the Gan family of three were stunned.

Asking for a raise?

This is fantastic news!

All three of them had tears in their eyes.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Master... thank you..."

Gan Zhiyuan clutched the twenty-five yuan tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Song Xianglan stayed at the Gan family's house for a while longer.

It's about time.

He made an excuse that he had something to do and had to leave.

Even though the Gan family invited her to lunch, she refused.

He left the Gan family.

Song Xianglan went directly to the slaughterhouse.

There weren't many people in the factory yet; only a few workers were sharpening knives.

Song Xianglan first went to the factory director's office.

Tell them you'll be coming to work the day after tomorrow.

The factory manager looked at the gauze on her arm and hesitated.

But Song Xianglan said her injury was almost healed, so the factory manager could only say that they should try to let the younger people do the work when the time came.

I had just come out of the office when I bumped into Liu Yidao, who was smoking by the back door.

Liu Yidao glanced at Song Xianglan sideways.

That mouth was like it was coated with poison:

"Oh, your arm isn't fully healed yet and you're already rushing to work? Are you afraid the factory will stop operating if they don't have you? Or are you afraid your meager salary will disappear?"

He clicked his tongue twice.

He circled around Song Xianglan.

"I advise you to stay home and rest for a couple more days."

What if he suddenly dies while working in the factory?

The factory will have to pay you back, how unlucky!

Besides, if you don't take good care of this injury, you'll have all sorts of health problems when you're older, and you'll suffer the consequences.

In the past...

Song Xianglan had already shot a dagger at him.

He was rendered speechless by her retort.

But today...

She simply looked at Liu Yidao calmly, a slight smile even playing on her lips.

She stepped forward.

He reached out and patted the greasy work clothes hard on the shoulder twice.

"Liu Yidao".

Song Xianglan lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, "Want to get rich? If you want to get rich, come find me."

Without waiting for Liu Yidao's reaction, he turned and left.

He left behind a dashing silhouette.

Liu Yidao stood frozen in place, completely bewildered.

He scratched the back of his head.

Looking at Song Xianglan's retreating figure, his eyes were full of doubt.

Is this old woman short of money lately?

Song Xianglan did not return to the village.

In a village near the Weigang Wharf, about 20 miles away.

Song Xianglan turned into a secluded alley with practiced ease, at the end of which was an inconspicuous fishing tackle shop.

A middle-aged man with high cheekbones and a missing piece of his ear was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking by the door.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan, he suddenly stood up, his face beaming with smiles.

"Oh my! Aunt Song! What brings you here?"

The man, whose real name was Lai Chou'er, threw his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his toe.

"Come in and have a seat!"

Lai Chou'er's life was saved by Song Xianglan and Song Xiangdong.

Three years ago, he got into a fight.

I was stabbed in the back.

He was bleeding profusely and was on the verge of death.

Just then, Song Xiangdong, who was visiting his family, accompanied Song Xianglan to the county town. The two of them chased away the people and took him to the hospital.

Lai Chou'er will always remember this kindness.

"I've come here to find some good stuff." Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

"Cigarettes, radios, televisions, watches... just name it, and I'll get them for you! The prices will be absolutely the lowest!"

Song Xianglan picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Only then did he slowly begin to speak:

"I want everything, but... not for my own use."

"Lai Chou Er, I want to become your distributor, to get my goods from you and sell them elsewhere."

Lai Chou'er was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed:

"Auntie, you're joking. This business isn't easy. You could easily get caught..."

"I broke my arm because of money."

Song Xianglan raised her arm, which was in a sling, her eyes sharp as knives. "I'm bold but short of money. Just tell me, can I do this business?"

Lai Chou'er's smile faded.

Looking into Song Xianglan's calm yet determined eyes, he knew she wasn't joking.

This woman looks ordinary, but she has a ruthless streak deep down.

He paused for a moment, then took out an account book and a pen from the drawer and quickly wrote down a string of numbers.

"Auntie."

He pushed the notebook in front of Song Xianglan.

"You're the only one who gets this purchase price."

Song Xianglan glanced at it and understood.

The price Lai Chou'er offered her was indeed 10% lower than the lowest price she had heard of in her previous life.

She knew where these in-demand goods were needed, and even more so, what high prices they could fetch.

"I have an idea regarding the payment."

Song Xianglan tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "If I were to use the cash on hand to buy big items like televisions, I wouldn't be able to get many."

How about this: I'll pay a 30% deposit first, and the rest I'll settle within a month.

"Payment period?"

Lai Chou'er's brows immediately furrowed.

These days, business is all about cash on delivery; there's no such thing as buying on credit.

"Auntie, this is against the rules..."

"Rules are made by people."

Song Xianglan then said:

"I won't let you lose out. If you only need a one-month payment period, I can add another 50% discount to the price you give me."

Lai Chou'er looked at Song Xianglan's sling arm and felt a struggle within him.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh hard.

"Fine! Just for that, I'll admit defeat! This payment period will only be for you!"

"good!"

A glint flashed in Song Xianglan's eyes. "Give me six television sets, six radios, and ten watches."

Also, if you get a bicycle in the future, save it for me.

Lai Chou'er's lackey, Huang Shouhou, was terrified as he listened from the side and quickly grabbed his abacus to do some calculations.

"Auntie, the total is..."

Song Xianglan glanced at it

"I'll pay a deposit of two thousand."

Song Xianglan took out a thick wad of ten-yuan bills from her bag, counted out twenty, and pushed them over.

"I'll leave the TV and radio with you for now, I'll come back for them another day. As for the watch, I'll take it with me now."

Lai Chou'er looked at the two thousand yuan with a complicated expression.

These days, it's not easy for a family to casually pull out two thousand yuan in cash.

He solemnly wrote a certificate for Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan carefully put away the receipt, then put the ten packaged watches into her bag before standing up.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

Watching Song Xianglan's slender yet upright figure disappear into the alleyway.

The skinny yellow monkey sidled up to the smelly-eared man and couldn't help but mutter:

"Boss, this old lady is something else! She dared to talk to us about payment terms right off the bat, and she even dared to leave several thousand yuan worth of goods with us without batting an eye."

Lai Chou'er exhaled a smoke ring.

He said meaningfully:

"She dares to gamble, and I dare to believe her. Just wait and see, this Aunt Song is going to stir up a lot of trouble in this county."