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

Song Xianglan: "You two old bastards are wicked. Your heads are full of evil schemes and your bellies are full of filth."

"Two million it is. Who told you two old bastards to like being scolded by me? I'll give you face."

The two old men: ...

I'm so annoyed.

The fat man came out carrying a briefcase filled with banknotes.

Song Xianglan counted a stack.

He quickly flipped through it, then told Chen Zui to take the combination lock box.

She left the Tang tri-colored pottery with Old Man Li.

"Alright. The Tang tri-color pottery is worth 500,000, no problem. If I don't see 1.5 million in three days, I'll sell this 'Spring Morning in the Han Palace' painting to someone else." Song Xianglan stared at Old Man Li.

Old Li trembled: "Sister, don't worry. Tang tri-color pottery is worth at most 400,000 yuan, plus the money your son owes, I will definitely raise the money to buy your 'Spring Morning in the Han Palace' painting."

Song Xianglan curled her lip in disgust, "The skin on your face could stretch for two miles. Your age spots are so greasy they're practically pickled. Who are you calling 'big sister'?"

"Though old in years, her skin is supple, but her heart remains young. She calls anyone older 'sister,' anyone younger 'little sister,' and anyone with money 'she tries to swindle.'"

"Why don't you just go up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun? Look at how capable you are."

Old Man Li: ...

The goat was stroking his beard.

This Tang tri-color pottery alone is worth a lot of money.

He is, after all, a certified mentally ill person; his mind is still not quite clear.

He also has a bad temper and likes to make sarcastic remarks to them.

The two of them had a good plan.

The antiques they acquired were all sold overseas, where some wealthy individuals specialized in buying them.

Quickly call some big shot abroad and tell him that the real "Spring Morning in the Han Palace" painting is here.

The two men respectfully saw Song Xianglan and Chen Zui off at the door.

Song Xianglan, carrying a basket, told them to hurry up and raise the money. "If you don't have money after three days, even if you're ugly, I won't sell to you."

We left the antique street.

Chen Zui looked at the box in his hand. "Godmother. Did she really take 500,000? Are we really going to sell it to them?"

He felt uncomfortable.

Don't sell it to scammers.

"Those two items are coated with a solution, and they'll turn black and oxidize in ten days. He'll get the money in three days, and we'll give him the goods. A few days later, the items will become worthless paper, and then he'll have his day," Song Xianglan chuckled.

"Even if he sells them to people abroad, he can't take them away. Antiques are the treasures of our country and cannot be transported to other countries."

Chen gasped in shock.

The godmother's methods were ruthless, both physically and emotionally.

However, his godmother was right. Thinking of this, he quickly assured her, "Godmother, don't worry. I'll only buy it, not take it away. I'll either donate it or sell it in the future, depending on the buyer."

A bread truck stopped.

Liu Yukun opened the car door.

Zhou Fang came from the street corner, saw the box in Chen Zui's hand, and asked with a smile:

"Godmother, is it done?"

"A deposit of 500,000. No wonder everyone likes the money-making methods in criminal law; it's really fast money." Song Xianglan also felt it was too fast; she intended to teach this group a lesson.

They also wanted to follow the clues and uncover the bigger fish behind it all.

"For a fleeting moment, I was even tempted."

Zhou Fang and the others dared not say anything, lest they be scolded by their godmother. There were some things their godmother could say, but they couldn't.

The van drove away from the antique street in the south of the city.

The carriage was extremely quiet.

Chen Zui covered his face and leaned against the car window, inhaling the cool air.

Song Xianglan opened her canvas bag, counted out a stack of ten-yuan notes, and handed them to Liu Yukun in the passenger seat.

"Here you go. Share this with the brothers. We've been squatting under the scorching sun all day; consider this payment for tea."

Liu Yukun hadn't spoken yet.

A lean man sitting on the right side near the door waved his hands repeatedly, "Aunt Song, you can't do that. We were just there to watch today, we didn't help at all. We'd feel guilty taking this money."

Another young man with a buzz cut nodded in agreement.

"We're friends with Mr. Liu. We didn't help him at all today; the two men who came out were caught and beaten up by us. They tried to go back in, but Mr. Liu stopped them."

Song Xianglan turned around and sized up the lean man who was speaking.

He was short and had dark yellow skin.

He has a pair of sly, beady green eyes.

Judging from his appearance, he's a wicked person.

With a quick glance, he could probably come up with eighteen insidious ideas.

Song Xianglan didn't respond.

He turned to look at Zhou Fang beside him.

"You were tricked by that guy surnamed Fu in Haishi before. You're a magnanimous person, you didn't think about getting revenge." Song Xianglan leaned back in her chair, her tone tinged with resentment, "But I can't. I'm old and petty. If I don't get my revenge for what happened to my own people, I won't be able to sleep at night."

Upon hearing this, the man with beady eyes...

His eyes, which had been darting around, suddenly lit up.

He straightened up, put his hands on the back of the seat in front of him, and leaned forward.

"Aunt Song, which blind bastard offended Boss Zhou? Say something."

"Can you do it?" Song Xianglan glanced at him sideways.

"I'm the same as you. I can't sleep until I get revenge." The beady-eyed man grinned. "I don't know anything about the proper methods, but when it comes to disgusting people and tripping others up, I dare say I'm second to none in Haishi."

Zhou Fang spoke up from the side:

"It's a local's name, Fu Qingnian. The address is in a small Western-style building on Jianguo Road."

"What do you want to do to him?" asked the beady-eyed man.

"This family has been making a big fuss in Shanghai lately, trying to squeeze into high society and do shady things. Their son specializes in swindling married women out of money," Song Xianglan scoffed. "I just want to know if this family got rich entirely through cheating and swindling."

"clear."

The man with beady eyes patted his sunken chest. "I can handle things like finding out someone's entire family history. As long as they have a name, address, I can even find out how many farts they let out in bed."

Zhou Fang took out two thousand yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is the event budget. We'll add more funds if needed for subsequent arrangements or errands."

The man with the beady eyes didn't mince words; he took the money and put it in his pocket.

He's a sensible man; it's only right that he gets paid for his work.

"Pull over," the man with beady eyes shouted at the driver.

The bread cart came to a complete stop.

With beady eyes, he pushed open the car door and jumped out.

"Aunt Song, Boss Zhou, wait for my message. If I don't handle it well, you can hit me." He threw these words out the car window, turned around, and disappeared into the alley next door.

The car restarted.

Song Xianglan looked in the direction where the beady eyes disappeared.

"This kid's interesting. What's his name?"

"His real name is Gu Qingping." Liu Yukun turned his head and sighed. "Godmother, don't let his ugly appearance fool you; he's a wicked man. He's had a tough life."

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow. "You've suffered a lot."

"His family used to be quite wealthy. In the early 1950s, his grandfather was shot because of his family background. In the mid-1960s, his father couldn't take it and drowned himself. Less than six months later, his mother also died."

No one spoke in the car.

Chen Zui forgot to cry out in pain and listened intently.

Liu Yukun continued:

"There are five siblings in my family, and we can't even afford to eat. The neighbors helped us give three of them away to other people to raise. When it came to Gu Qingping, no one wanted him because he was too ugly. He finally managed to fool someone, but he was returned in the middle of the night."

Song Xianglan: ...

It is indeed very ugly.

"His older sister is twelve years older than him. In order to earn a living and support him, she gritted her teeth and married a disabled man from the countryside. That man was not only disabled in his legs, but also in his mind. He would drink a little and beat his older sister to death at the drop of a hat. Gu Qingping had been out on the streets since he was a child because of his sister, and he had done all sorts of petty and despicable jobs."

Song Xianglan's face darkened.

She despises men who commit domestic violence the most.

I encountered caterpillars that I wished I could cut off.

"And then?"

"Not many years later, his brother-in-law fell into the river while drinking in the winter and froze to death." Liu Yukun sighed. "Gu Qingping often says that the person he feels most sorry for in his life is his eldest sister. He's now working hard to earn money and find connections, hoping to bring back the older brothers and sisters he sent away back then."

Song Xianglan pressed for an answer.

"Is his older sister doing any better now?"

"That man died, but his in-laws still wanted to occupy the house and bully his sister. They even said they wanted her to live with another disabled brother-in-law." Liu Yukun sneered, "Gu Qingping rushed into their house and burned half of it down. He then chased his in-laws all over the village with a kitchen knife, hacking at them. From then on, that whole family would avoid his sister whenever they saw her."

Song Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out he's a tough nut to crack, clearly distinguishing between gratitude and resentment.

She hates those spineless cowards who are all talk and no action.

Gu Qingping was to her liking.

A person who is willing to risk their life for their family is someone you can win over; they'll be an excellent helper in any task.

It's not his fault that he's ugly.

The car drove past two intersections.

Song Xianglan smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes and cleared her throat.

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over the people in the car. "Have you heard of the Women's Foundation I set up? It's a special fund to build schools, and a portion of it is specifically for girls. It encourages them to go to school, learn to read and write, and acquire a trade."

The people in the car were stunned.

Song Xianglan continued without pausing: "You all know what the world is like now. No matter how naughty the boys are in remote areas, they can still go to school, while no matter how good the girls are in school, they still have to go home and do chores."

I just want those girls to be able to go to school so they won't have to rely on others for the rest of their lives.

This foundation needs a constant influx of funds to keep operating. If any of you make money in the future, would you be willing to allocate a portion of your profits each year to support my charitable work?

There was a moment of silence.

Liu Yukun was the first to speak:

"Godmother, what you're doing is a great act of kindness. I've made some money from stocks recently. I won't keep any of it; I'll donate half to your foundation."