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

"What about Fu Qingnian?"

The old woman spat:

"He's got a lot of shit in his pants. A while ago, a lot of teenagers came from Yunnan Province to look for their parents, including two boys who were his offspring left in the countryside."

They said they'd given the children to a fellow villager to raise, but they didn't pay them. The two children ran off with the other kids looking for their parents.

The Fu family was ashamed and wouldn't even let them in the door, not even offering them a sip of hot water, treating them like beggars. The neighbors all cursed them for their misdeeds.

Gu Qingping nodded and stomped on the sunflower seed shells.

"He's a real scoundrel. What's his older brother like?"

"That's a rotten, oozing drunkard," the old woman scoffed. "Fu Huanian drinks every day, and when he's drunk, he beats his wife to death. His wife is an honest, pitiful woman who gave birth to a son and a daughter, and she won't leave him even after being beaten half to death."

Fu Huanian doesn't earn as much money as his second son, and his wife isn't as pretty as the women his second son brings home. He's got a wicked streak. Anyway, there's no good in this family.

"Where did Fu Qingnian get so much money?" Gu Qingping feigned jealousy.

"He went to America for a few years. I heard he was taken care of by a rich, white old woman there. She gave him a large sum of money before she died. I heard that white woman was at least eighty years old. No wonder she could make so much money."

I like to eat whole grains and can eat anything.

"To be honest, his mother is quite something. She dresses up every day, all flashy, and goes out of her way to befriend rich people so she can pimp out her second son and swindle money from them." After saying this, the old woman picked up her teacup and took a sip of water.

Gu Qingping has gathered enough information.

I've got an idea in mind, and I'll discuss it with Song Xianglan when I see her tomorrow.

He took out ten yuan from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

"Thanks, ma'am. Here's ten yuan for you to buy some fruit."

The woman's eyes lit up, and she grabbed the money.

"Poor little clown, take my advice, don't go head-to-head. Their family is full of bad intentions, and an honest person like you can't win against them."

"I know what I'm doing." Gu Qingping grinned and turned to walk into the night.

It was a little after 5 p.m.

A food stall near Jianguo Road.

The smell of cooking oil mixed with the sour smell of cheap alcohol wafted through the air.

Fu Huanian sat at a table facing the street.

There were seven or eight empty beer bottles scattered on the ground.

His face was flushed red, and he was holding a wine glass in his hand, complaining to his three drinking buddies at the table with spittle flying everywhere.

"I really want to stab that old hag to death. I can't even get rid of her, she's just taking up space and not doing anything." Fu Huanian slammed his wine glass heavily on the table. "Today I brought up divorce with her, and she actually dared to kneel on the ground and hug my legs, saying she wanted to give the children a complete family. What a damn bad luck."

A bald man nearby started making a fuss with a grin:

"Brother Fu, if you get divorced, your second brother can easily introduce you to a rich girl, and you'll be living a good life too, right?"

Several people started making a fuss together:

"When you become successful, remember us."

"I've heard that if you serve rich girls well, you can inherit their fortunes."

Mentioning Fu Qingnian made Fu Huanian's face even uglier, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.

He was about to curse when he was bumped hard from behind.

"Clang!"

Half a glass of beer was spilled all over Fu Huanian's pants.

"You're blind as a bat." Fu Huanian stood up, grabbed the man's collar, and swung his fist to smash him.

Gu Qingping showed no sign of panic, and quickly raised his hands with an apologetic smile:

"Boss, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. The floor was slippery and I lost my balance."

"Can't stand up straight? I'll beat you so badly you'll never be able to stand up straight again." Fu Huanian, fueled by alcohol, vented his anger on Gu Qingping's ugly face.

Several people at the same table also stood up.

They rolled up their sleeves, ready to get to work.

"Brothers, calm down." Gu Qingping shook off Fu Huanian's hand, pulled out a wad of ten-yuan notes from his pocket, and said, "I was blind. This meal is on me today, as an apology to this brother."

Fu Huanian froze when he saw the stack of money.

It's at least a hundred dollars.

These days, people who carry so much cash with them when they go out are either big business owners or have substantial family assets.

Gu Qingping ignored their stares and turned to shout at the boss:

"Boss, bring over two bottles of your best imported liquor. And a few more hearty dishes. Put it on my tab."

After he finished speaking, he pulled up an empty chair.

He sat down at the table without a second thought.

Fu Huanian stared at him suspiciously.

"You hit someone and then spent so much money treating them? You must be up to no good!"

Gu Qingping leaned back in his chair, casually picked up a toothpick to pick his teeth, and glanced sideways at Fu Huanian.

"When you're out in the world, harmony brings wealth. I see you're all like dragons trapped in shallow waters, hoping to make friends with loyal people like you. Who knew you rich kids would have such a fiery temper and such a narrow mind?"

These words struck a nerve with Fu Huanian.

He was always suppressed by his second son at home, and he hated it most when people said he had a narrow mind.

"Who the hell has a narrow mind?" Fu Huanian sat back in his chair, sneer, "What are you, a country bumpkin, doing here pretending to be such a big shot?"

Gu Qingping grew up in the countryside.

The accents of people from the countryside and those from the city are slightly different.

He spat out the toothpick.

"The mirage is full of gold. I'm here to pick up money. Too bad, seeing you drinking cheap swill, I know you haven't figured out how to make money."

The bald man next to him suddenly brightened up.

He leaned in to chime in:

"Brother, you've got some nerve. We'd like to make some money too, but where's the way?"

Gu Qingping glanced at the bald man but didn't say anything.

At this moment, the boss brought out the foreign liquor.

Gu Qingping picked up the bottle opener, popped the cork off with a "pop," poured a full glass, and pushed it in front of Fu Huanian.

"Good wine. Have some." Gu Qingping poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp. "I'm a straightforward person. We can all make money, but I only cooperate with people who get things done."

Fu Huanian picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

He had tasted this wine at the second brother's place; it was genuine.

He squinted at Gu Qingping, scrutinizing him: "What exactly do you do?"

Gu Qingping smiled:

"I'm lucky to have a capable and influential friend by my side. I have some spare cash. I came out for a walk today, but I didn't expect to run into a few local bullies."

Fu Huanian slammed his wine glass down: "Who are you calling a local weakling?"

"Don't get angry." Gu Qingping stood up, took out a few bills from his pocket and put them under the wine bottle, then paid the bill.

"This drink is on me. Go home early after you finish." Gu Qingping patted the hem of his clothes, turned around and left.

Fu Huanian became anxious.

This piece of fat meat is practically in your mouth, and you're going to let it slip away after just a few words?

He grabbed Gu Qingping's arm.

"Explain yourself before you leave. Give me your phone number, in case I get hurt, where will I find someone?" Fu Huanian said urgently.

Gu Qingping stopped in his tracks, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Trying to extort money?" Gu Qingping sneered.

Fu Huanian's face flushed red: "My name is Fu Huanian, I have no reason to extort a country bumpkin like you."

Gu Qingping shook off his hand, pulled a piece of paper with a phone number written on it from his pocket, and handed it over between two fingers. "This is my phone number. You look like you're having a hard time at home. If you want to make some money someday, just call me."

Gu Qingping turned and disappeared into the night.

Fu Huanian was left standing there, clutching the note, lost in thought.

The bald man next to him peeked over and said:

"Hua Nian, this kid's been acting all mysterious, does he really have a way to make money?"

Fu Huanian ignored him, quickly walked to the public phone booth next door, and skillfully dialed the number of an old classmate at the post office.

"Old Li, help me find the origin of this number. Yes, it's urgent." Fu Huanian read out the number on the slip of paper.

A few minutes later, Old Li's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Huan Nian, where did you get this number? It's a landline number from the wealthy area of ​​Shenxi. Everyone living there is incredibly rich and powerful. This phone number belongs to a detached villa. Unlike your place, which is called a villa but is actually just so-so, this is a real villa. Are you about to strike it rich? Have you met some top figures?"

Fu Huanian's mind went blank for a moment.

Could it be that a powerful backer has really come knocking on our door?

Meanwhile, Gu Qingping had already wandered to two blocks away.

He took out a few coins from his pocket, tossed them into the air and caught them, humming an unknown tune.

The bait has been cast.

A scoundrel like Fu Huanian, who is both stupid and greedy and has been suppressed by his younger brother for years, could tear his own house apart if he were shown a skeleton.