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

Song Xianglan busied herself in the kitchen for a while.

He stepped into the main room carrying a large bowl.

The freshly cooked noodles were steaming hot, topped with two golden-brown poached eggs and a generous spoonful of bright red mushroom and meat sauce in the center, emitting an enticing aroma.

Da Bao slurped his food, biting open the fried egg and letting the yolk flow out.

Song Xianglan watched Da Bao wolf down his food, her face full of smiles.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. There's more in the pot."

Da Bao chewed on the noodles, swallowed them, and then drank a sip of soup.

"Judging from my mom's clothes and appearance, she seems to be doing quite well, so I'm relieved."

Song Xianglan sighed.

He didn't respond.

"She had another son in America. I overheard her on the phone cursing that kid, saying he's unreliable. All he ever does is ask for money, and he spends it like water."

She complained that she was too busy making money back then and didn't discipline her children properly, and now it's too late to regret it.

Song Xianglan immediately snorted coldly:

"Bad genes. What good seedlings can grow from someone like Fu Qingnian? It all depends on the roots!"

Song Xianglan affectionately stroked Da Bao's cheek. "Our Da Bao and Er Bao are the best. They're both promising and sensible. Grandma loves you two brothers the most."

Da Bao chuckled twice.

"Grandma, you are my real grandma."

Song Xianglan looked Da Bao up and down.

"You're such a handsome young man, don't you have a girlfriend? What kind of girl are you planning to find in the future?"

"Grandma, don't worry about that. Right now, all I can think about is how to make money and build my career. I don't have time to date."

Da Bao: "Timely."

Song Shiyi walked in, holding a financial newspaper in his hand.

"You've already eaten your fill and you're already making a fuss? What's wrong?" Song Shiyi walked over.

"What's the stock market like lately?" Da Bao pulled out the chair next to him. "I have some spare cash on hand, and I'm thinking of putting it in and making some money."

Song Shiyi sat down as appropriate.

Spread the newspaper on the table.

"Recently, several high-tech growth stocks have been performing very well. I've put some of my own savings into them," Song Shiyi said, pointing to a section in the newspaper. "Besides the money from our group, I've also recalculated the cash my grandma gave me. I've put part of it into stable funds to earn interest, and the other part into riskier stocks to try my luck."

Song Xianglan heard this.

His brows furrowed slightly.

In her previous life, she was just an ordinary old lady who knew nothing about the intricacies of the financial market.

But she vaguely remembered that there was going to be a large-scale financial crisis in the next two years.

"Shiyi, don't just focus on making money in the short term. The newspapers are always saying that Southeast Asia is in chaos. Is it really safe to put this money in the stock market?"

Upon hearing this, Song Shiyi's eyes lit up instantly.

"Grandma, people outside say you're conservative in business and out of touch with current events. Your intuition is sharp as a nutshell." Song Shiyi pointed to the front page of the newspaper. "You're absolutely right. I've been watching for half a month, and the monetary policies of several small Southeast Asian countries are indeed showing abnormalities."

Song Xianglan's face darkened: "Is something really going to happen?"

"If international speculators dump their shares, the exchange rate there definitely won't hold. At that point, all Asian stock markets will plummet, which will affect global stock markets," Song Shiyi analyzed logically.

Song Xianglan made a quick decision: "This matter will definitely have a significant impact. Call your Uncle Chen right now and tell him everything."

Regardless of whether you've made a profit or a loss on your stocks, you must sell all the ones that need to be sold.

When a major storm hits, we must hold onto our cash tightly and wait until others have lost everything before buying in at the bottom.

Song Shiyi nodded. "Okay, I'll make the call right away. There's no rush, just let Uncle Chen follow my instructions."

Song Shiyi has a natural talent for the stock market.

Da Bao seemed to be deep in thought.

"If that's the case, I won't invest in the long term," Da Bao decided. "I'll just make a few short-term trades, make a quick buck, and get out immediately. I'll get all the funds back and save them for later use."

The three old women, Liu Dahua, Liu Chunhua, and Liu Chounu, couldn't understand what they were saying.

I went for a stroll outside.

I plan to visit the small shop at the entrance of the alley.

Liu Dahua, with her sharp eyes, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She nudged Liu Chunhua's lower back with her elbow.

"Look over there," Liu Dahua said in a low voice, tilting her chin slightly forward.

At the base of the wall diagonally opposite the main gate of the courtyard house, two people wearing baseball caps, one black and one white, with the brims pulled down very low, covering half of their faces.

The two men peeked out furtively.

He kept peering into the courtyard house.

The man in the white hat pulled out half a piece of chalk from his pocket and quickly drew a triangle with a horizontal line on the wall bricks.

Liu Chunhua's expression changed.

He always starts swearing.

Liu Dahua reacted quickly, covering her mouth and pulling her back.

"Shh. Don't make a sound. If we alert them, we won't be able to catch them red-handed," Liu Dahua whispered in their ears.

The three old ladies exchanged a glance.

They crouched down and went into a narrow alleyway to the side.

Walking through the narrow alley will lead you to the main road.

"We'll see how things go in a bit." Liu Dahua rubbed her hands together, her eyes blazing with anger. "They dare to spy on our family? They're asking for trouble."

After marking the area, the two men in baseball caps dusted off their hands and turned to walk out of the alley.

I just reached the corner.

They bumped right into three elderly women walking towards them.

The ugly woman walked in front, spotted the one wearing a white hat, her legs went weak, and she fell straight forward.

"Ouch!" The ugly woman bumped into the thigh of the woman in the white hat.

He lay down on the ground and hugged the white hat's ankles with both hands.

"Are your eyes in your ass? Can't you watch where you're going?"

The white hat couldn't be broken free.

"What are you doing? You old hag, get off me right now!" The man in the white hat raised his leg to throw her off.

The ugly girl clung tightly to his leg like a koala.

"You've broken my old bones!" the ugly woman yelled. "I can't get up. Medical expenses, nutrition expenses, lost wages—it'll cost at least two thousand yuan. Take me to the hospital for a checkup."

Liu Dahua and Liu Chunhua rushed forward and surrounded the two men from the left and right, trapping them in the middle.

"Young people these days have absolutely no manners. They don't even watch where they're going, knocking over a 70-year-old woman like this. Two thousand yuan, not a penny less!"

Liu Chunhua chimed in:

"If you don't pay, none of you are leaving today."

The man in the black hat started swearing:

"Are you crazy for money? I don't have a single penny!"

The ugly woman howled even louder:

"You dare to hit someone if you have no money? I'm already over seventy years old. After you hit me like that, you two will have to take care of me for the rest of your lives."

Enraged, the man in the white hat bent down and reached out to grab the ugly woman's collar.

Liu Dahua opened her throat and shouted.

"Help! This young man is behaving badly, hitting an old man! Catch this pervert!"

The man in the black hat grabbed the man in the white hat's arm. "Forget it, it's better to lose money than to cause trouble. Don't make a big deal out of it."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.

"Alright! Here's a hundred, now get out of here."

Liu Dahua had a fiery temper, and she reached straight for the pockets of the black hat with both hands.

Liu Chunhua grabbed the arm of the man in the white hat and pushed him towards the corner.

Liu Chounv nimbly got up from the ground, grabbed the waistband of the white hat with both hands and pulled it down.

"Let go! You're robbing me!"

The man in the white hat desperately tried to protect his pants, but was almost caught red-clothed by the ugly woman on the spot.

The man in the black hat shoved Liu Chunhua hard.

Liu Chunhua stumbled and bumped her back against the blue brick wall.

This completely enraged Liu Dahua.

Liu Dahua roared and jumped up, biting her lower lip hard against the black hat.

"Ah..." The man in the black hat let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Her lips were instantly bitten until they bled.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Liu Chunhua reached into the black hat's trouser pocket and took out all the loose change and bills inside.

The ugly woman spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the face of the woman in the white hat.

These three old ladies don't play by the rules at all.

They grabbed and bit the two young men, groping and harassing them relentlessly.

They watched as the two disappeared from sight.

Liu Dahua spat and wiped her mouth with her hand.

"Pah, your mouth smells like fish." Liu Dahua cursed.

Liu Chounu patted the stack of banknotes in her hand, dipped them in saliva, and started counting them, her face beaming with joy.

"They've hit the jackpot. Those two bastards really have something in their pockets, over a thousand yuan."

Liu Chunhua took the business card she had just swiped out of her sleeve and held it up to her eyes. "Don't just focus on the money. Look at this."

Liu Dahua and Liu Chounu approached.

The business card was printed in black letters: "Shuntong Trading Company Business Manager, Zhao Hu".

Liu Dahua stared at the business card and sneered, "Let's go home and tell Shiyi and the others. I think these people have a death wish, daring to set their sights on our courtyard house."