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

During this time.

Song Qiang invited Song Xianglan and the others to visit his new home.

Song Qiang was adamant about not letting Yang Liu go over, saying he had never seen such a shrew before. He didn't want Yang Liu to see him make a fool of himself.

Xi Mei changed her name to Liu Feng.

The little girl was timid and dared not cry.

Xiao Wu took her out to play, and Yi Feng, who was initially hostile towards her, felt even more sorry for the little girl after seeing her covered in bruises and hearing that she would unconsciously hide under the bed at night.

Yi Feng specifically asked Yang Liu for leave, saying that she would come over during the summer vacation to accompany Xiao Wu and the others.

She would sleep with Liu Feng, and when Liu Feng had nightmares, she would hold her and comfort her by telling her stories.

Now, Liu Feng is particularly dependent on Yi Feng.

Environment really does change people.

Yi Fengzhuan has long since shed the resentment she had when Song Qiang and Yang Liu divorced; she is now a loving and responsible elder sister.

Song Xianglan saw in her a woman's indomitable spirit.

Song Qiang fell silent for a long time.

Song Xianglan knew he needed to figure some things out on his own, so she didn't say much. She only told him not to think about having another son, "Song Qiang, fighting against fate will only lead to losses. Don't think that man can conquer nature."

Song Qiang's mouth was full of bitterness; it was his obsession.

"Third Aunt, please give me some time to calm down."

"I'm afraid you'll find another woman and get her pregnant. Sooner or later something bad will happen. You're so lucky to have so many good daughters like this."

Look at your phoenixes; they all excel in their studies and are well-behaved and sensible. The first phoenix is ​​now taking care of the fifth and sixth phoenixes for you.

Song Xianglan really wanted to give him a good scolding.

Song Qiang agreed, "I won't bother anyone else's stomach. I plan to cultivate myself; my master said I have too much karmic burden and need to cultivate and do more good deeds."

Song Xianglan then noticed that Song Qiang was wearing a sandalwood bracelet on his wrist.

There is a Guanyin statue in the family.

I heard that the company also consulted a feng shui master and made offerings to Guanyin and Guan Gong.

Song Xianglan: ...

The sun was setting in the west in the afternoon.

A black Mercedes with foreign license plates was parked outside the courtyard gate.

Chen Zui, wearing a light gray shirt, got out of the car, walked around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

A young woman wearing a beige knee-length skirt came down.

The woman was tall and slender, with her shoulder-length straight hair neatly combed. Her eyes and brows exuded an air of refined elegance, as if she had been pampered since childhood, without any nouveau riche air.

Chen Zui held her hand, and the two were followed by a driver carrying large and small gift boxes.

"Godmother." Chen Zui pushed open the courtyard gate.

Song Xianglan was sitting in a rattan chair in the courtyard, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan. When she saw Chen Zui come in, she quickly got up to greet him.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you've struck it rich! Is this your fiancée? She's really beautiful." Song Xianglan sized up the woman beside him.

Chen smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, and pulled the woman next to him forward.

"Godmother, this is Shi Xinyi. Xinyi, this is the godmother I often mention to you."

Shih Hsin-yi extended her hand generously, smiling gently. "Hello, godmother. When Ah Zui was in Manila, he talked about your cooking every day."

Her Mandarin had a slight Taiwanese accent, soft and gentle.

Song Xianglan took her hand; it felt soft and delicate, clearly the hand of someone who had never done rough work. "Come inside and sit down. It's sunny outside, don't get sunburned."

The group entered the main living room.

Chen Zui gestured to the driver to pile all the things on the coffee table.

"I came in a hurry this time, so I just bought some things in Hong Kong," Chen Zui said as he unpacked the package.

He first took out several velvet boxes.

"Godmother, Aunt Shen, and Sister-in-law Huijun. You can take these sets of ruby ​​jewelry and wear them for fun."

As he spoke, he pulled out a cashmere gift box and handed it to Song Xianglan.

"Godmother, this wool scarf will keep you warm in winter."

Shen's mother brought out freshly ground coffee and waved her hands repeatedly as she looked at the table full of things.

"Xiao Chen, you've come all this way, why did you bring such expensive things?"

"Of course." Chen Zui turned around and handed an exquisite wooden box to Shen's father. "Uncle Shen, this is a pipe and tobacco imported from England. And this is the latest Leica camera."

Da Bao and Er Bao just happened to peek out from the inner room.

Chen waved and shoved two oversized boxes into their hands. "Nintendo's latest game console. And these two pairs of limited edition Jordan sneakers."

Erbao jumped up while holding the box.

"Uncle Chen, you are my own uncle."

Da Bao even managed a smile, which was rare for him.

As for Youbao, Chen stuffed a large bag of imported chocolates and toy cars into his bag.

For Fu Bao, there were two princess dresses and two Barbie doll sets.

Wang Ma was standing to the side, carrying a tray, about to leave.

Chen Zui called her over and handed her a small red box. "Aunt Wang, thank you for taking care of the whole family these past few days. This is a gift for you."

When Wang Ma saw the gleaming gold ring inside, she was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly.

"No, no, I'm just a nanny, how can I accept such valuable things?"

Song Xianglan picked up her coffee and took a sip. "Wang Ma, please accept it. Boss Chen is a miserly spendthrift; he won't feel right unless you let him spend some money."

Only then did Wang Ma accept it with profuse thanks.

After exchanging pleasantries.

Chen Zui and Song Xianglan sat down on the sofa by the window and started talking about business.

"Godmother, I overheard you mentioning on the phone that you're planning to acquire 150 acres of land in Nanshan?" Chen Zui asked casually, one hand resting on the armrest of the sofa.

Song Xianglan placed the palm-leaf fan she was holding on her lap. "The factory in Qingyang is too crowded. If I'm going to do business, I'll do it nationwide. As soon as the factory in Shenzhen starts construction, I plan to throw money at CCTV and get a GG (Golden Go) license. Without 150 acres of land, the production capacity simply can't keep up."

Chen Zui's eyes lit up.

He liked this bold and decisive approach.

"This plan suits my taste." Chen Zui nodded. "Godmother, I'll provide the investment money. But I want to make it clear first that I won't get involved or manage it. You tell me where to go, and I'll do it."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I'm counting on you to shoulder the burden of dealing with foreign businesses."

Chen Zui glanced sideways at Shi Xinyi, who was chatting with Shen's mother.

"Actually, there's something else. My father-in-law's family also started in the food business. He heard that the policies in China are good now, and he's thinking of coming over to check it out and see if he can invest some money to build a factory."

Upon hearing this, Shi Xinyi calmly interjected, "Godmother, our family owns several food processing plants in the Philippines, and we also run a chain of department stores. If your products are good, we can also import them from the Philippines."

Song Xianglan started calculating in her mind.

Chain stores?

If this channel is established, the goods will be delivered directly to the outside world.

The Philippines has a large population, and the locals are lazy.

In the future, most goods will be imported from China, and many young people from Qingyang will go to the Philippines to pursue their careers.

"Wang Ma," Song Xianglan called to the kitchen, "take out those new bags of shrimp chips and potato chips from the cupboard."

Soon, several small plates were placed on the coffee table.

Shi Xinyi picked up a potato chip and put it in her mouth.

She chewed twice, then her eyes widened slightly.

Then she tried a shrimp chip, and the fresh and crispy taste burst in her mouth.

She pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, and her eyes changed.

Shi Xinyi sat up straight. "To be honest, I studied in the US before and ate a lot of big-brand snacks. This tastes just as good, if not better, than those big brands."

"Is it really that good?"

Chen Zui also grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them with a crunching sound. "This tastes amazing. Original flavor potato chips, and also cucumber and tomato flavors."

Song Xianglan: "I've kept this recipe in my hands and revised it a hundred and eighty times. True gold fears no fire."

She looked at Shi Xinyi and said, "Xinyi, when your father comes to inspect the factory, take him directly to Qingyang for a tour. We can discuss distribution channels then."

Shih Hsin-yi nodded emphatically. "Definitely."

Da Bao and Er Bao came out of the house carrying their new sneakers.

Da Bao looked at Song Xianglan, who was sitting on the sofa chatting and laughing, and turned to Er Bao, saying, "Do you want to learn how to build airplanes? I think you should learn how our grandma makes money instead."

Erbao pouted, "Can't I build airplanes and sell them to Grandma to haul goods?"

Laughter came from inside the house again.

Mr. Shen sat in the corner, fiddling with his new camera, and pressing the shutter button on the people in the room.

With a click, the lively atmosphere in the room was frozen in time.

For the next three days, Song Xianglan was constantly on the go.

She worked tirelessly with Chen Zui and lawyer Qian, visiting investment promotion agencies, the planning bureau, and that barren land in Nanshan District.

The land, covering 150 acres, attracted foreign investment, with the government giving it the green light all the way.

The approval process was extremely fast.

Song Xianglan did not try to gain any advantage.

All procedures, processes, and proof of investment are handled openly and in accordance with the highest standards.

"Godmother, there's really no need to go through all this trouble. With Xiang Dong's connections, the land price can be reduced by another 20%." Chen Zui flipped through the thick stack of approval documents.

"Don't press it down."

Song Xianglan stamped an official document and handed it to Attorney Qian.

"It's not easy to get something for nothing. Xiang Dong is in Shenzhen, and I, as his mother, am here to do business. I don't know how many eyes are watching me. This matter must be transparent and in accordance with the rules. I can give him achievements, but I can't give him any leverage."

Chen Zui nodded and noted it down.

Meanwhile, after spending several days running around the Shenzhen market, Shi Xinyi turned around and used the hotel phone to call her home in the Philippines.

"Dad, the market here is huge, and purchasing power is rising." Shi Xinyi held the microphone. "Chen Zui's godmother's food is no worse than ours. You can arrange a time to come and inspect it. If we come early, we might have an advantage in acquiring land."