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

Shi Changrong, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat.

He put down his coffee cup, straightened his collar, and stared intently at the crowd.

"Look at me," Shi Changrong pointed to himself, "How can I be of any help?"

Everyone at the table turned to look at him.

This is the genuine head of an old overseas money family, exuding an aura of authority and demeanor befitting someone who has long held a high position.

A sudden inspiration struck Chen Zui:

"Uncle, you're practically the perfect father-in-law. If that female swindler needs a parent to step in, you can pretend to be her overseas Chinese father who just returned to China to look for his daughter who was left behind in the country."

Shi Changrong stroked his chin and actually began to think seriously.

"Sure. I've dealt with plenty of these kinds of swindlers and con artists at the Chamber of Commerce before, so I know what kind of show they want to see."

The atmosphere at the table instantly became lively.

Several people huddled together.

They began plotting this elaborate scheme against the Fu family.

Who is responsible for finding people, who is responsible for providing funds, who is responsible for packaging, and who is responsible for setting up the bait—it's all clearly arranged.

Song Xianglan held a cup and leaned back in her chair.

She touched her chest and looked at the group of people in front of her who were seriously discussing how to commit fraud.

"How come you're getting more and more proficient in criminal law? This isn't a good sign."

She even felt that if they were in a time thirty or forty years from now, when the law was inescapable, her group would definitely have to buy tickets and run away overnight.

"Luckily I finished early," Song Xianglan sighed softly, picking up her cup and finishing the last sip of milk.

Zhou Fang laughed and said, "Godmother, don't be afraid, we're reliable."

Song Xianglan: "The Fu family got a good deal. We all came up with the idea."

After breakfast, the group split into several groups.

Zhou Fang and Song Xianglan took Shi Changrong and Shi Xinyi back to their room to discuss the specific packaging details. Chen Zui went out to find Liu Yukun to rent a luxury car befitting the Qian family's status.

Gu Qingping wiped his mouth and disappeared into the most chaotic shantytown in Shanghai.

Deep in the shantytown.

A dilapidated bungalow that lets in drafts.

Gu Qingping kicked open the half-closed wooden door and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Widow Yao, you're still alive! Come out and get some work!"

A loud curse came from inside the house.

A woman with wavy hair and wearing a red tight-fitting dress lifted the curtain and walked out.

She was holding a cheap cigarette in her hand, and her eyes were drawn with upturned eyeliner, giving her a worldly air.

"Are you trying to call back a rat's soul?" Yao Hong exhaled a smoke ring, leaning against the doorframe. "I played mahjong all night yesterday and want to catch up on my sleep."

"Wake up, this is a big deal." Gu Qingping pulled up a long bench and sat down. "After we finish this job, you can buy a house with a toilet in Dangma."

"Are you playing mahjong tonight or...?"

Yao Hong paused, her hand holding the cigarette still.

She swayed and walked to Gu Qingping's side, naturally placing one hand on his shoulder.

Half of her body was leaning against him.

Looking down at Gu Qingping's beady eyes, he said, "Have you lost your mind? What kind of business can earn you a house with a toilet?"

"Slaughter a pig," Gu Qingping sneered. "Slaughter a fat pig."

He recounted Zhou Fang's conditions in detail.

Yao Hong didn't realize what was happening until her fingers were burning from the cigarette.

Quickly throw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomp it out.

"Give me money for free? All the jewelry and bags are mine?" Yao Hong looked at him suspiciously. "Isn't this job too risky? If they find out my background, I'm not going to be able to take my bones apart."

"Given up?"

Gu Qingping crossed his legs. "Weren't you quite the actor when you used to rip off those bosses who came to buy goods?"

"How can that be the same?"

Yao Hong glared at him, "That's a deal worth a few hundred yuan. You're trying to scam tens of thousands. And you're trying to scam some seasoned veteran who's been around overseas. Besides, I'm risking my health for a few hundred yuan."

"Someone will teach you." Gu Qingping revealed his trump card, "A genuine overseas heiress will personally teach you etiquette, and a true overseas Chinese will be your father and backer."

Luxury cars, drivers, and all the finery—we'll provide it all for you. All you have to do is toss away that money-grubbing attitude and act aloof, dignified, and indifferent attitude towards money.

Yao Hong swallowed hard, her greed growing wildly.

She was fed up with the smell of swill in the shantytown, and fed up with dealing with old men every day for a few dollars.

She was a mother and didn't want her child to stay in this awful place.

"Do you think I can be aloof and proper?" She's like a dog seeing a bone when she sees money; how can you change the genes ingrained in her?

"Look at you. Can't you even pretend? You say you're having fun at night, but are you actually having fun?"

"Done."

Yao Hong gritted her teeth, "The bold get rich, the timid starve. When do we start work?"

Gu Qingping stood up. "Now come with me to the hotel to see the boss."

Yao Hong quickly went back into the house and told her eldest daughter to ask Grandma Wu next door if she needed anything.

Gu Qingping led Yao Hong to the hotel.

On the other side, Fu Huanian was anxiously pacing outside a public phone booth, clutching the piece of paper with the phone number written on it.

After Gu Qingping threw money at him yesterday, he didn't sleep well all night.

My mind was filled with the taste of that foreign liquor and that thick stack of ten-yuan notes.

The address of the wealthy Shenxi district that his old classmate had found out was like a hook, tightly gripping his heart.

What gives Fu Qingnian the right to act like a tyrant at home?

Why should I give him all the best resources?

If I could get on good terms with this boss surnamed Gu and get a major position...

Fu Huanian's eyes gradually turned greedy and crazed.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the receiver, and dialed the number.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Who is this?" A stranger's slow, deliberate voice came through the receiver, with the faint sound of a melodious symphony in the background.

Fu Huanian swallowed hard, his tone unconsciously becoming ingratiating.

"I'm looking for Boss Gu Qingping."

"He went to the Lehua Hotel to accompany a foreign guest. Write down his phone number."

……

Gu Qingping had just arrived at the hotel.

Then the phone rang, and Song Xianglan handed him the receiver after hearing one sentence.

"Looking for you."

Gu Qingping answered the phone.

"Boss Gu, it's me. I'm Fu Huanian, the guy from the food stall yesterday... we met by chance."

"Oh, the eldest son of the Fu family." Gu Qingping drawled, "What is it?"

"The way you mentioned finding money yesterday... I'd like to give it a try." Fu Huanian clenched his fists, his palms sweating. "I promise I'm a man of action."

There was silence for about ten seconds on the other end of the phone.

Those ten seconds felt like an eternity to Fu Huanian.

"Alright," Gu Qingping said reluctantly. "Considering you made this call, I'll give you some guts. Jinghua Coffee Shop, 3 PM. No exceptions."

"Okay. I'll be there on time." Fu Huanian was overjoyed.

The phone hangs up.

Fu Huanian stared at the ringing receiver, a look of wild joy on his face. He could already see himself becoming the true head of the Fu family.

In a luxury suite.

Gu Qingping put down the phone.

He turned to look at Zhou Fang and Song Xianglan sitting on the sofa.

"The fish has taken the bait." Gu Qingping grinned. "This idiot is even more eager than I thought."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly: "Greed knows no bounds. This afternoon, you go and find out how much capital he can afford to gamble with."

Zhou Fang pushed up his glasses.

His gaze fell on Yao Hong, who had just entered the room.

Yao Hong was wearing that tacky red dress and her makeup was equally tacky, but she was still pretty. She stood awkwardly on the expensive carpet, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

Shi Xinyi immediately jumped up from her chair, circled around Yao Hong, and blushed with excitement.

"She has a good foundation and a good figure. It's just that her posture is terrible and her eyes are too wandering." Shi Xinyi clapped her hands. "Leave it to me. I guarantee I'll turn her into a wealthy heiress that everyone will be amazed by."

Yao Hong stared blankly at the exquisitely beautiful girl in front of her, who looked like a porcelain doll.

She suddenly realized that this situation might be even more insane than she had imagined.

Chen Zui pushed the door open and came in, holding a car key in his hand.

"All done." Chen Zui tossed the keys onto the coffee table. "A Mercedes. One of Liu Yukun's brothers is the driver. Got a hefty sum to get it done."

"The show is about to begin." Shi Changrong followed him in, now dressed in a perfectly tailored high-end custom-made suit, and carrying a sandalwood cane.

The Shi family father and daughter are just bystanders.

They'd rather lose money and manpower than not participate.