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

Chapter 504 Your son is in my hands

"Your son is in my hands." A rough, arrogant male voice came from the other end of the phone. "He smashed our store's prized possession and owes us 200,000 yuan. Come and pay up to ransom him right now."

Song Xianglan frowned.

Telecom fraud has already emerged?

"You must have dialed the wrong number!" Song Xianglan said impatiently. "What kind of shabby shop do you have? Your prized possession is only worth 200,000? If you don't have money to start a business, don't pretend to be rich. Just close down and go set up a roadside stall. What kind of business are you trying to run if you don't have a few coins in your pocket?"

After saying that, she was about to hang up the phone.

"mom."

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from the phone, "I'm your beloved youngest son, Zuizui!"

Song Xianglan's hand froze in mid-air. It was Chen Zui's voice.

"Mom. Quickly bring money to save me. Ouch... don't kick me... I can't take a beating..." Chen Zui cried out to his parents on the other end of the phone, his voice extremely pitiful.

"Mom, come over here right away!"

Song Xianglan's face darkened completely.

"Where is he?" Song Xianglan asked sternly.

"Old Li's Antique Shop, South City Antique Market. Your son broke a blue-and-white porcelain bowl from the Chenghua period. This bowl has been handled by several emperors." The male voice on the other end sneered. "You have one hour. Bring 200,000 yuan in cash. If you dare call the police, you can expect to have this kid's hands and feet taken care of."

"One hour isn't enough, at least two hours. Otherwise, just chop him up, I have plenty of sons anyway."

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"I'm telling you, from now on, don't lay a finger on him. Otherwise, I'll burn your shop down."

"Beep beep beep..." The other party hung up the phone immediately.

Song Xianglan threw the microphone on the bed.

What a boastful tone.

These days, it's hard enough to owe 20,000, but someone would dare to ask for 200,000 for breaking a bowl?

This is blatant robbery.

Chen Zui is a gullible fool with plenty of money; he's easy to rip off if he goes out alone.

She ripped off her shawl, opened the door, and went to the next room.

"Bang, bang, bang." She knocked hard on Zhou Fang's door.

The door opened.

Zhou Fang was still holding a roll of architectural blueprints in her hand. "Godmother, what's wrong?"

"Chen Zui has been detained. At the antique market in the south of the city." Song Xianglan's face was as cold as ice. "The other party set a trap, claiming that he had broken the store's prized possession, and demanded 200,000 yuan from him. That kid even got a beating."

Zhou Fang's expression changed drastically, and he casually threw down the blueprints.

"These local thugs are too arrogant. I'll contact my senior colleague right away. They're familiar with people in the city bureau. We'll call the police and have them arrested immediately."

"Don't rush to call the police," Song Xianglan interrupted him.

"Godmother, if this drags on, Chen will suffer the most."

"If we call the police too late, Chen Zuibai will get beaten up, and even if the police arrive, they'll just argue and make things unclear. This matter needs to be handled according to the rules of the underworld." Song Xianglan's eyes sharpened as she straightened her collar. "Go downstairs and call Liu Yukun over for me. Tell him to bring a few more men with him."

"Looking for him?"

"Didn't he brag about how well he got along in Haishi? Now it's his turn to step in and settle things." Song Xianglan sneered. "He dared to touch the people around me. I'd like to see if he'll live to collect those 200,000."

"Wait, come back." Song Xianglan called out to Zhou Fang as soon as he turned around.

"Godmother, what's wrong?" Zhou Fang stopped in her tracks.

"Hiring Liu Yukun to settle this matter has caused too much of a stir. I can't get my revenge yet. His methods are nothing more than paying a few underworld buddies to put on a show. Since these local bullies dare to use honey traps and deception, why can't I defraud them back?"

"You mean you're lying too?"

"I remembered something." Song Xianglan's eyes flickered. "Song Dong once brought me a painting called something like 'Spring Morning in the Han Palace.' There was also a Tang tri-color pottery piece. Both were given to him by an old man."

Zhou Fang perked up.

"That's fake."

"The real 'Spring Morning in the Han Palace' painting is in a museum on the other side of the river. Song Dong once went to the capital to deliver goods and rescued an old man's granddaughter on the way. The old man then gave these two items as a gift."

This old man used to specialize in forging documents for those old-fashioned people decades ago, and his skills were superb.

Let alone ordinary people, even those experts who claim to be descendants of royalty couldn't tell the difference between real and fake. He had a rule: no matter how authentic something was, he would always leave a clue that only his own people would understand, proving it was a fake.

"We don't understand the ins and outs of this. What if these local bullies see through our scheme?"

"These local bullies definitely don't understand. Song Dong later introduced the old gentleman to Tingting. Tingting was interested in antiques, and with her good temper, she patiently tutored the old man's granddaughter, saying she would definitely raise her to be a college student in Beijing."

The old man was so happy that he took her on as his last disciple and taught her all his special skills. I'll call her first and ask Tingting about this.

The call was answered quickly.

"Mom, why are you calling at this hour?" Song Tingting's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Song Xianglan spoke rapidly, recounting Chen Zui's ordeal of being scammed in a rapid-fire manner. "I'm planning to use that painting your cousin brought back and some Tang Dynasty tri-colored pottery to swindle money. Tell me, can I ask for a million for those two items?"

Song Tingting laughed on the other end of the phone.

"One million isn't much. If someone's eyeing it, they'll fight over it even if it costs five or ten million. But Mom, those people are really ruthless. They'll take this painting and then go and swindle someone else."

"We can't worry about that now, let's get your Brother Chen out first."

"We can't let them get away with this for nothing. Let them be happy for a few days first." Song Tingting changed her tone. "I have an idea for you. Go to the pharmacy and buy some... and mix it into a medicine."

"What's the use of this thing?"

"Apply the solution evenly to the silk paper of the scroll and the bottom of the Tang tri-color pottery with a brush." Song Tingting's voice was filled with excitement. "Ten days later, the solution will react. The painting and porcelain will completely oxidize and turn black. Forget about selling it for money, it'll be too dirty to even use as firewood."

Song Xianglan's eyes lit up.

"This move is ruthless. I like it."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xianglan handed over the form.

"Go and buy what's listed here right away."

Less than half an hour later, Zhou Fang returned carrying a bag of bottles and jars.

The two of them went one after the other to an old villa they had bought earlier in Shanghai.

Push open the door to the second-floor room.

Song Xianglan took out the sealed and preserved "Spring Morning in the Han Palace" painting and Tang tri-color pottery.

"Zhou Fang, hurry up and prepare the medicine."

Zhou Fang quickly prepared the medicine.

Song Xianglan put on gloves, took a small brush, and carefully applied the medicine into the darker areas of the scroll and the bottom of the porcelain. The liquid quickly seeped in, leaving no trace on the surface.

After tidying up, Song Xianglan wrapped the two items tightly in cloth and stuffed them into an old bamboo basket.

Then, she took out a boning knife that was polished to a shine.

Zhou Fang's eyelids twitched suddenly. "Godmother, why are you carrying a knife?"

Song Xianglan shoved the boning knife straight into her belt and pulled over a large plaid shirt to wear over it.

The hem just covers the handle.

"For self-defense." Song Xianglan patted her waist. "I'm good at butchering pigs. With a knife in hand, I feel invincible. When I'm out running errands, I always feel safest with a butcher's knife."

Zhou Fang swallowed.

"Should we mention this to Uncle Shi?"

"Don't utter a single word about Shi Changrong and Shi Xinyi," Song Xianglan said, picking up her basket. "These cultured, refined people will only talk the talk when they encounter scoundrels. They'll get their hands on a scalper in no time."

Song Xianglan turned to look at him.

"Go and call Liu Yukun now. Tell him to bring two smart guys and have them lie in wait near Li's Antique Shop on Antique Street, pretending to be customers. They're not allowed to show their faces without my signal."

"I brought you along just in case; you should avoid using them if possible."

Song Xianglan sighed, "People get a bit temperamental when they get old."

She needs to vent to feel good.

"Understood." Zhou Fang nodded repeatedly. "To deal with this kind of scoundrel, you need to find a tough nut to crack."

The voice just fell.

The air in the room became still.

Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks, staring at him with murderous intent.

Zhou Fang realized he had spoken out of turn.

Quickly wave your hand and change your mind:

"Godmother, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant... I meant..."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, I was just praising my godmother." Zhou Fang chuckled.