Across from her, Qi Weiwen glared at Song Tianyao: "Older women aren't easily fooled by a man's sweet talk."
Then, almost simultaneously, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Huang Liu knocked on the door and said, "Boss, I was going to call Sister Yun to tell her not to wait for me since you're not coming back to the factory tonight. But Sister Yun told me that a man claiming to be your uncle went to your factory, and that he knows that Mr. Ning. They... they got into a fight."
Chapter 311 Conman vs. Conman
At the Long Light Wig Factory, it was already nine o'clock at night. Lou Fengyun sat in Song Tianyao's office, feeling both amused and exasperated, waiting for Song Tianyao to return.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and shirt, wearing a felt hat, sat on Song Tianyao's single bed, panting heavily. He looked disheveled, with swollen cheeks, scratches on his neck and face, a ripped shirt collar, and his tie pulled so badly it resembled a dog collar.
Sister Xiong, holding a large kitchen knife in one hand and her other hand on her hip, stood imposingly behind Lou Fengyun like a female bodyguard. Her face was bulging with fat, and her eyes were fiercely glaring at the man sitting on the bed who claimed to be Boss Song's uncle.
Two male night shift workers, whom Sister Xiong had specially called from the flour mill next door, were standing at the door. They were holding two thick door bolts and were just waiting for Sister Xiong, the head of the female workers at the factory, to give them a good beating.
Outside the office, even Brother Xiong couldn't hold back the aging conman Ning Zikun. Ning Zikun, displaying a certain air of "though old, he's still got it," leaned on a large bamboo broom in one hand, while his other hand, despite Brother Xiong's pulling, still angrily pointed towards the office, panting as he cursed:
"Feng Yifa! You bastard! Back then, over sixty of us set up this scheme, and you ran off with the money, leaving us to take the fall. More than forty of our brothers and sisters died unjustly in Shanghai Bund and Western Hunan! And today you actually come knocking on my door? And I, this old ghost barely clinging to life, have run into you again! Heaven has eyes, and I'm being allowed to avenge our dead brothers and sisters! If you have the guts, don't hide! Come out! I'll kill you!"
Ning Zikun's eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his hair and beard were disheveled, like an enraged lion, mustering his last bit of courage to fight.
The three fierce dogs had already been released from their cages by Brother Xiong and were now running excitedly in the factory yard. They would occasionally run up to Brother Xiong and Ning Zikun in the yard, wagging their tails to show their goodwill. Then they would run to the office window, put their front paws up, and peek into the room. When they noticed the two unfamiliar male workers and the middle-aged man in the room, they immediately let out a threatening growl. Seeing the vicious dogs standing upright at the window, which were almost as tall as themselves, the two male workers at the door couldn't help but take two steps back in fright.
Ning Zikun, who used to be as amiable as a wise old scholar in the factory, always smiling and rarely getting angry while playing chess, was now like a shrew, yelling and cursing incessantly. Inside the room, as the middle-aged man tried to get up, Sister Xiong had already raised her large kitchen knife, her eyes wide with tension, shouting, "If you dare move, I'll break your bones first! Even if you leave the office, you'll be food for the dogs! Sit down!"
"I really am your boss Song Tianyao's uncle!" The middle-aged man was glared at by Sister Xiong, and obediently sat back on the bed, shouting unwillingly.
Before Sister Xiong could respond, Ning Zikun outside immediately shouted, "Don't listen to his nonsense! How could Mr. Song have an uncle like him! His name is Feng Yifa. In 1946, he swindled nearly 700,000 silver dollars from over 400 people in Shanghai Bund, including politicians, businessmen, academics, and members of the Green Gang, Rong Society, and Ren Society. He also betrayed all his brothers and sisters, pocketing all the Feng Yifa! He probably got some information somewhere and wants to come to Hong Kong to pretend to be a rich man and swindle money!"
"Bullshit! I told you I didn't betray you!" The middle-aged man in the office also stood up abruptly and shouted towards the door, "I am A-Yao's uncle!"
Seeing Lou Fengyun struggling to speak despite the incessant shouting and barking, Sister Xiong stepped forward and shoved the middle-aged man who claimed to be Song Tianyao's uncle back onto the bed. "Shut up! If you make another sound, I'll take off my socks and gag you! Boss Song is coming back! Then we'll know for sure if you're real or not!"
After saying that, she picked up a large chef's knife and opened the office door. Three fierce dogs that had been lurking outside were about to bark and rush in, but Sister Xiong, despite her large size, was surprisingly quick. She kicked each of the three dogs, sending them rolling on the ground. Seeing Sister Xiong glaring at them with the knife, they immediately lay down obediently. Sister Xiong walked over and kicked the dogs away, yelling, "Get out of here! If you make another sound, I'll stew you all for the boss to nourish his body!"
After chasing the dog away, Sister Xiong stood next to Ning Zikun and slapped Ning Zikun on the back of the head with her paw, making Ning Zikun's vision go black!
"You're making so much noise in the middle of the night! Save your energy for a few more years, so you can curse until dawn and die from exhaustion, then be buried tomorrow! At your age, swearing like that, you'll be laughed at by those working girls who are eavesdropping!" Sister Xiong yelled at Ning Zikun.
Ning Zikun glared, his white beard trembling slightly. "Mind your own business..."
"Slap!" Before he could finish speaking, Sister Xiong slapped the swindler on the back of the head again!
"What the hell are you talking about? Say it again? Mind your own business! Nobody cares about you, you old codger! You toothless bastard, and you dare to swear? Even if both of you come at me together, you're no match for me!" Sister Xiong said to Ning Zikun, "He's a big liar, and who are you? A great philanthropist? The boss is coming back soon! Now Lou Fengyun is giving you all a headache from all this noise, believe me, she'll have the boss stuff you into dog cages and feed you to the dogs!"
"I could hear you arguing even outside the factory." Just then, Song Tianyao walked in through the factory gate with Huang Liu and said with a smile.
The three dogs in the yard rushed towards Song Tianyao, circling him affectionately. Song Tianyao squatted down and gently stroked the heads of the three fierce dogs he had bought from the Macau dogfighting arena, saying:
"Brother Xiong, put the dog back in its enclosure."
"Hey." Brother Xiong walked over quickly, grabbed the collars of the three dogs, and put them back in their cages.