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

The car door opened, and Qin Lang, dressed in a casual suit, stepped out.

He jumped out of the car and walked straight toward the store entrance.

When the big bosses at the front of the line saw him, they all dropped their airs and greeted him with smiles.

"Young Master Qin, you've arrived early today." Chairman Chen nodded with a smile.

Li Dayong also came over and offered him a cigarette: "Young Master Qin, I heard that your family's project in the south of the city has been finalized? Congratulations."

Qin Lang waved his hand and pushed the cigarette back to him: "Uncle Li, you're too kind. I was starving early in the morning, so I came over for a quick bite."

Qin Lang's gaze swept over Su Qing, Zhang Cuihua, and Lawyer Zhang, who stood out awkwardly at the bottom of the roadside steps.

He glanced at them indifferently, completely ignoring them, and walked straight toward the closed door.

Then, to Su Qing's astonishment, Qin Lang walked past the queue, ignoring the three cold, stern-faced men with buzz cuts, and strode straight to the carved wooden door.

He pushed open the door and went straight in.

The wooden door slammed shut behind him.

Zhang Cuihua stared wide-eyed, pointed towards the gate, and turned to shout at the crew-cut man:

"How did he get in?! Didn't you say no one was allowed in until the gates were open? Why didn't he queue up?!"

The crew-cut man remained expressionless, completely ignoring her.

Su Qing was also stunned on the spot.

A huge sense of resentment welled up inside me.

Why is it that she, the president of the prestigious Su Group, couldn't get in even after paying for a number and pleading with everyone, while that young man in casual clothes could get in without even saying a word?

Su Qing couldn't hold back any longer. She turned to look at Chairman Chen, her voice filled with suppressed anger and confusion:

"Why was he allowed to go in? Didn't you just say that no one was allowed to cut in line? Is the rule in this restaurant that you treat people differently based on who they are?"

Before Chairman Chen could speak, Li Dayong let out a cold laugh.

"Playing favorites with different dishes? Girl."

Li Dayong touched the gold chain around his neck, his face full of mockery.

"Young Master Qin is holding a Supreme Black Gold Card. He doesn't need to queue. Who do you think you are, to interfere in Young Master Qin's affairs?"

Su Qing's mind went blank.

The Qin family, a wealthy and powerful family in Jiangcheng?

Of course she knew about the Qin family; it was a circle that even the Su Group desperately wanted to squeeze into.

Was that young man who just went in a member of the Qin family?

Zhang Cuihua, who was listening from behind, was stunned and stammered as she asked Su Ming:

"Old Su, that cook knows someone from the Qin family? This... how is that possible? Is he using our Su family's name to scam people?"

Su Qing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart.

No, absolutely not.

Lin Fan and she have been married for three years. Every day, he spends his time either cooking or picking up his child from kindergarten. He doesn't even have a proper job.

How could he possibly know someone of Qin Lang's caliber?

She turned to look at Attorney Wang: "Are you sure Lin Fan is in here?"

Attorney Wang adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a tablet computer from his briefcase, and brought up the business registration information page.

"Ms. Su, I am absolutely certain. The business license for 'Lin's Shop' clearly lists Lin Fan as the legal representative. The registration date was shortly after his divorce from you."

Su Qing stared at the black and white text on the screen, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Su Ming, who was standing nearby, leaned over for a glance and snorted coldly:

"What's so hard to guess? What's the status of the Qin family? In my opinion, the real owners of this shop are the Qin family. Lin Fan is just a puppet they've put on the front page, a high-level employee."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuihua slapped her thigh and suddenly realized what was going on.

"That's right! Old Su is right! I knew that good-for-nothing didn't have the money to open such a big shop on Phoenix Golden Street. Turns out he was just a shield for the capitalists. Qingqing, think about it, if he really had that kind of ability, would he have been so pathetic in our family back then?"

Su Qing's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

My father's words make perfect sense logically. Capital operations often require ordinary people with no background to act as legal representatives and bear the risks.

Lin Fan was probably just lucky to be chosen by Qin Lang to be the nominal boss.

This explains why Qin Lang could ignore the rules and enter directly, because the shop originally belonged to someone else.

Thinking of this, the slight panic in Su Qing's heart completely disappeared, replaced by a deeper contempt.

They think they're something special just because they've gained a false sense of dignity by being puppets for others.

8:30.

The wooden door of the Lin family shop was finally opened from the inside.

Su Xiaoxiao, wearing an apron, came out, holding a number call device in her hand.

Good morning, everyone. Same as usual today. Dine-in customers please enter in order of your number. Those picking up takeaway plum juice, please line up on the left. Please do not crowd.

As soon as Su Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the more than one hundred people standing outside immediately and spontaneously split into two lines.

No one made a loud noise or pushed forward. Chairman Chen and Li Dayong, among others, took out their phones and obediently scanned the QR code to pay.

Su Qing stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at the small blackboard hanging on the wall.

Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles: 188 yuan/bowl.

Premium Tomato Scrambled Eggs: 288 RMB/serving

Century-old secret recipe hanging oven roasted duck: 1888 yuan/each.

Looking at these numbers, Zhang Cuihua shouted loudly from the side.

"A bowl of noodles costs 180? A tomato and egg stir-fry costs 280?"

"Isn't the price bureau doing anything about this? What's the difference between this and blatant robbery!"

Su Ming frowned as well: "Setting such an outrageous price is just a gimmick. Doing business through such crooked means will get them in jail sooner or later."

Attorney Zhang pushed up his glasses and quickly jotted down a few notes in his notebook:

"Mr. Su, this is another piece of evidence. We can file a formal complaint with the industry and commerce department against him for suspected price fraud."

The group watched as the well-dressed bosses scanned the QR code to pay without hesitation.

Those people not only didn't think it was expensive, but instead looked relieved that they had gotten a good deal.

Has the world gone mad?

"Mr. Su, why don't we go back to the car and wait? There are quite a lot of people in line right now..." Assistant Xiao Li shrank his neck and lowered his voice.

In the queue, several big bosses were turning their heads to look this way, their eyes filled with a sense of watching a spectacle.

Li Dayong even let out a sneer without any attempt to hide it, and turned to talk to Chairman Chen next to him.

Su Qing felt as if she had been slapped across the face. She took a deep breath and gripped her Hermes bag tightly.

"Let's go." Su Qing turned around and walked back the way she came.

The heels of the high heels tapped rapidly on the bluestone slabs.

Zhang Cuihua and Su Ming exchanged a glance, not daring to say a word, and quickly followed.

Attorney Zhang, accompanied by three assistants, slunk away at the very back.

No one cared about their departure.

The long queue remained quietly formed, with diners' attention focused entirely on the small shop in front of them.

Back at the car, the driver quickly opened the door. Su Qing got into the back seat and immediately raised the partition.