After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

When Attorney Zhang saw this person, his expression changed instantly.

He stammered, "President Wang...?"

Wang Zhengming, vice president of the Jiangcheng Lawyers Association, was also Zhang's former direct mentor.

Wang Zhengming, carrying a thermos, glanced at Attorney Zhang and shook his head: "Zhang, shouldn't you do some background checks before taking on a case?"

"When you say 'excessive marketing,' do you mean I arrived at 6:30 this morning to queue, or that Mr. Chen ahead of me arrived at 5:00 to get a number? Or do you think this store can afford to hire us as shills?"

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Attorney Zhang's forehead, and his voice began to tremble: "President Wang... you're also in line?"

"If I don't wait in line, will you cook for me?"

Wang Zhengming's calm tone left Attorney Zhang speechless, and he slunk behind Su Qing, not even daring to lift his briefcase too high.

Su Qing was in a state of utter confusion.

The situation was completely out of her control.

Chairman Chen, Li Dayong, Chairman Wang... any one of these people is a top figure in their respective fields in Jiangcheng.

Now, they are all patiently waiting for the door to open.

What exactly did Lin Fan do? Wasn't he just a gigolo who only knew how to live off women? Where did he get this kind of ability?

She took a breath and forced herself to calm down.

No matter what methods Lin Fan used to win over these people, it doesn't change one fact:

Lin Fan is a low-level cook who can't even guarantee his daughter's starting line.

"Ignore them," Su Qing said coldly.

"We're here to find someone, not to eat. Why are we queuing?"

After saying that, Su Qing took long strides, bypassed the long queue, and walked straight toward the tightly closed carved wooden door.

The people in line frowned as they watched her ignore the rules and walk forward.

Li Dayong snorted and tried to pull her away, but was stopped by Chairman Chen.

"Old Chen, why are you stopping me? Doesn't this woman know any manners?" Li Dayong glared at him.

"Let her go," Chairman Chen said calmly. "You know Boss Lin's rules. Anyone who tries to force their way in is asking for trouble. Why should you care?"

"stop!"

Su Qing had just taken two steps when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

Three young men with buzz cuts strode over from the street corner and blocked her way.

They were dressed in uniform black training uniforms, their postures were straight, their combat boots made a dull sound on the bluestone slabs, and their eyes revealed a cold and hard look.

These men were sent by Yan Feng of the military region to maintain order. They patrolled the outskirts of Jin Street every morning and evening. They would not be polite to anyone who dared to cause trouble in front of the Lin family's shop.

The lead man with the crew cut stopped in front of Su Qing. His voice wasn't loud, but it was very intimidating:

"Step back. No cutting in line here!"

Su Qing was forced to stop, looked up at the man in front of her, and frowned: "I'm here to find someone, not to eat. Please move aside."

The crew-cut man stood motionless like a wall, his cold gaze sweeping over Su Qing and the lawyer behind her:

"If you take another step forward, don't blame us for being impolite."

He didn't waste any words, but the murderous aura emanating from him made Su Qing subconsciously take a step back.

Zhang Cuihua, growing increasingly agitated, poked her head out and yelled, "You bunch of watchdogs, getting all cocky? Do you know who my daughter is? The president of the Su Group! You've delayed our important business, can you afford to compensate us?!"

The crew-cut man didn't even glance at Zhang Cuihua; he merely turned his neck slightly, his joints making a soft cracking sound.

His two companions behind him stepped forward at the same time, their hands naturally placed on the tactical belts at their waists.

The air instantly dropped to freezing point.

Su Ming's eyelids twitched, and he quickly pulled Zhang Cuihua back, hissing in a low voice, "Shut up! Don't cause trouble!"

Su Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation and frustration in her heart.

She looked back at the long queue, where more than a hundred people were lined up densely, all staring at her.

There are several people of unknown origin and with an aggressive attitude blocking our way, so it's clearly impossible to force our way through.

"Okay, we'll wait." Su Qing gritted her teeth, put on her twelve-centimeter high heels, and retreated to the outermost curb of the line.

The cold morning wind blew by, and Su Qing, wearing only a thin silk shirt and suit jacket, got goosebumps on her arms from the cold.

But in order to maintain the president's dignity, she had no choice but to stand up straight.

Time passed by, second by second.

Su Qing looked at the long queue, her eyes filled with impatience.

She turned to her female assistant, Xiao Li, and instructed, "Go to the front and ask who's willing to give up their spot. Ten thousand yuan a number, buy one for the front."

Su Qing didn't want to wait any longer.

This feeling of helplessness while waiting in line made her very uncomfortable.

Xiao Li nodded and quickly walked towards the group.

She first found a well-dressed, middle-aged wealthy woman who was ranked in the twentieth position.

"Hello, ma'am." Xiao Li opened the transfer interface on his phone. "We'd like to buy your spot in the queue. Would it be alright to transfer you 10,000 yuan?"

The wealthy woman was fanning herself with a Suzhou embroidery folding fan when she heard this, and looked down at Xiao Li's phone as if she had heard a joke.

"Ten thousand dollars?" The wealthy woman scoffed. "Don't you even know where you are? Go away, don't bother me here."

Li was met with a cold shoulder and had no choice but to keep going.

She stopped in the fifth position in the line.

The person in line here is a young man wearing a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses; he looks like a programmer.

He was intently looking at the code on his phone.

"Hello sir." Xiao Li gritted his teeth and directly raised the price, "We'll offer 20,000 yuan for your spot."

The young man didn't even look up: "Not for sale."

Xiao Li panicked: "Thirty thousand! Scan the code and transfer instantly!"

The young man finally looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"I've been up for two days and two nights straight, and all I want now is a bite of Boss Lin's scrambled eggs with tomatoes to keep me going. You think you can just give me 30,000 yuan to get rid of me?"

"How about I give you 30,000, and you get out of my way and stop bothering me while I'm looking at my code, okay?"

Li was so embarrassed by the rebuke that he lost all confidence and slunk back to Su Qing's side, where he quietly reported the situation.

Su Qing's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Money had no effect here. This created a huge crack in her proud sense of class superiority.

"Qingqing, who...who are these people?"

Zhang Cuihua was completely dumbfounded.

Su Ming stood to the side, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He wondered if he had come to the wrong place today.

Just as Su Qing stood at the bottom of the steps, caught in a dilemma, with a burning anger simmering inside her, the roar of a sports car engine came from the street corner.

A red Ferrari was parked on the side of the road.