While waiting for Uncle Fang's information after the shop was sealed off, Ning Yuan was not in a hurry.
Besides teaching classes, I'm also busy renovating the newly acquired shop next door. The boutique needs to expand its business, and it originally required time to combine the three storefronts for renovation.
Let's treat this as a vacation and focus on the renovation.
As usual, she asked Uncle Fang to get a batch of Yaohua's leftover bulletproof glass.
These things these days are of incredibly high quality! You can't break them no matter how hard you try!
Old Jin hid in a corner, watching Ning Yuan come and go with people to renovate the new store.
He just couldn't understand where this brat got the confidence to decorate the new shop.
They acted as if their shop wasn't shut down, but was just temporarily halting renovations to expand it!
Old Jin had reported her before, but when the people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau came to take a look, Ning Yuan only said that she was decorating the house for fun and didn't sell anything!
What? The Industry and Commerce Bureau has jurisdiction over everything, including how people renovate their houses?
So the business administration officials wandered around for a bit, but reluctantly, they had no choice but to leave.
It was Lao Jin's connections at the Industry and Commerce Bureau that advised him to stop trying to spend money to save his son while also trying to get revenge on Ning Yuan.
It's true that it's better to save more for retirement.
But Old Jin wasn't about to let it go so easily; he wouldn't leave his son's affairs unmentioned...
Even during those chaotic years, he still served as a leader in the street revolutionary committee, and people treated him with utmost respect.
They can fight whomever they want.
How could he accept that at his age, he would be transferred from his post because of a trivial matter concerning his son, and be left idle as a researcher just waiting to retire!
It's all because of that ungrateful little bitch from Fudan University!
The old woman was right to say that. The couple originally wanted to find someone to deal with Ning Yuan and at least give that little bitch a beating!
But when the local thugs heard who they were targeting, they immediately and unceremoniously refused!
Old Jin gritted his teeth in hatred, lost in his own thoughts, when he suddenly saw Ning Yuan walking towards him.
He instinctively turned to leave, but Ning Yuan was faster and blocked his way: "Old Jin."
Old Jin stared coldly at the petite girl in front of him, remaining silent: "..."
Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow: "You have time to spy on me every day, but why didn't you have time to properly teach your son to be a good person back then?"
"Ha, what kind of good person are you, a good person who colludes with the underworld?" Old Jin sneered.
How dare this little bitch block her way in front of him, her victim? What's she relying on? It's just that nobody dares to touch her.
Ning Yuan crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Tsk, we are law-abiding citizens of the new society, and where would there be any organized crime in the new society? At most, there are criminal gangs. What, do you often come into contact with them?"
"You..." Old Jin choked. This brat was even better at talking than he, who had been in charge for many years.
Ning Yuan's big eyes crinkled with provocation: "What, you wanted to find someone to mess with me, but you ran into a brick wall?"
"So it's not that you don't want to collude with organized crime groups, it's that you can't. Just like a rat's son knows how to dig a hole!"
Fatty Jin hired someone to get rid of her, and his father also wanted to hire someone to get rid of her! Like father, like son!
Old Jin's face turned pale and then green with rage. Trembling, he pointed at her and gritted his teeth, swearing, "You... Ning Yuan, don't be so arrogant. Even if I lose my old life, I'll make you pay!"
Looking at Lao Jin's expression, Ning Yuan chuckled lightly: "Is that so? That Fatty Jin is out now. Dad's dead, what will happen to him? I'll send him to be buried with you?"
Some people are truly laughable; they commit arson, murder, and looting only because others are ungrateful and don't offer themselves up for them to slaughter.
If they retaliate, the victim will be even more unforgivable.
One sentence was enough to make the old man unable to even swear properly.
The old man's face was ashen, he clutched his chest, and trembled all over: "You vicious woman... I will not let you go."
Ning Yuan smiled brightly, her big eyes crinkling: "Sure, but don't let me off the hook, because I won't let you off the hook either, lest I delay your family's reunion in the afterlife?"
Old Jin was both shocked and frightened; he had heard it from some thugs—
A big shot has spoken: anyone who dares to take on the job of the female boss of Epoch Heart can forget about making a living in Shanghai.
Old Jin never expected that Ning Yuan would dare to threaten him to his face!
In a fit of terror, Old Jin's heart clenched, and he clutched his chest, his face deathly pale as he groaned incoherently, his body going limp.
Ning Yuan simply curled her lips, ignored her completely, and turned to leave.
Are you angry? I'd be furious enough to die of anger!
I heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground behind me, followed by the sounds of concerned people shouting for an ambulance and calling for help.
Ning Yuan was overjoyed. Fang Ashu's information showed that Lao Jin had a heart condition, and he really did have a heart attack from anger?
That's good, she can just consider it collecting some interest from Old Jin first!
However, people in the 1980s were truly simple and warm-hearted! They weren't afraid of being scammed; they were completely sincere!
Ning Yuan turned her head and watched the enthusiastic crowd hurriedly rescuing Old Man Jin, and sighed with emotion—
In a few decades, without a net worth of several million, who would dare to help an elderly person who has fallen on the street without leaving a record?
In just a few decades, the world has become so indifferent in order to protect its own interests... Perhaps the bad guys have just gotten old!
...
Ning Yuan angered Lao Jin so much that he ended up in the hospital. She specifically asked around and found out that Lao Jin would be hospitalized for quite some time.
She was extremely satisfied because—no one would be following her for a while.
After all, the old lady of the Jin family and the nanny have to take care of Old Jin.
After obtaining Uncle Fang's information, Ning Yuan spent the next day either attending classes, overseeing the renovation of the new store, or visiting the Huating Road secondhand market and the state-owned secondhand consignment store on Changle Road.
These two places are currently the most popular secondhand and antique trading spots in Shanghai.
She held a piece of Hetian jade and kept asking the stall owner or salesperson if they had ever seen it before.
As a bodyguard, Ah Heng naturally followed him in and out, but he was rather puzzled—
This curly-haired rabbit spirit seems completely unconcerned about its business license being confiscated.
How could she still be in the mood to help Grandma Xia find goods?
Another week passed, and the time for Rong Zhaonan's return was drawing ever closer.
Ning Yuan quickly got to know the stalls in both places, and with her sweet talk and good knowledge of antiques, she became familiar with the owners.
He also occasionally appraises antiques and treasures for people around him.
On this day, a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing an old cloth jacket, squatted in front of the stall with a frown, pointing to an extremely beautiful colored porcelain bowl—
"The porcelain bowl you sold me is fake! Give me my money back!"
The stall owner sneered, "You're talking nonsense! This is the truth! Once my goods are sold, they are non-refundable!"
Ning Yuan glanced at the man, then at the bowl, and immediately stood up and went over: "Uncle Qiao, what's wrong?"
Ah Heng was incredibly bored, and when he saw Ning Yuan go over, he immediately followed.
The man called Uncle Qiao was a fellow antique enthusiast whom he had seen several times recently at antique stalls.
Uncle Qiao's expression softened a bit: "Oh, it's Xiao Ning! This stall owner is selling counterfeit goods. I hadn't even walked a few steps before I sensed something was wrong!"
The gaunt stall owner glared angrily at Uncle Qiao: "You're the one selling counterfeit goods! Your whole family sells counterfeit goods! Don't you understand the rule that antiques are non-refundable and non-exchangeable once sold?!"
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