’That son of a bitch,’ Boss Cao cursed inwardly. ’If he’s supposed to be "serving the people," why is he still taking my bribe?’
But his mood improved nonetheless.
Seeing her husband’s expression relax, Zhou Fang asked, "What did Vice Director Liu say?"
"Heh. Let’s go to sleep. We’re going to watch the show tomorrow."
Boss Cao lay down with a chuckle, eagerly anticipating the next day. He couldn’t wait to personally witness the Bureau of Industry and Commerce shutting down Shen Lu’s new shop on its grand opening.
’Wouldn’t that little bitch just die from anger?’
Meanwhile, Mrs. Shen, who had just spoken with the director of the Lower City District’s Bureau of Industry and Commerce, was thinking the exact same thing.
She hadn’t expected Shen Lu to make such a huge blunder. To think she’d open a shop without going through the proper procedures, and that she, of all people, would be the one to find out.
Sitting beside her, Shen Lan wore a worried expression, looking as if she were very concerned.
"Mother, how could Shen Lu do something like this? Running a street stall is one thing; that doesn’t require a business license. But opening a shop is different. How could she not get the proper paperwork? Breaking the law is wrong."
Mrs. Shen scoffed. "The bastard offspring of a low-class person. Of course she wouldn’t know anything about rules."
After her last unpleasant encounter with Shen Lu, Mrs. Shen had been constantly plotting how to deal with her.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t considered hiring a few thugs to trash the stall, but Mrs. Shen, who prided herself on having escaped her lower-class citizen status, was unwilling to stoop to such crude methods.
But Shen Lu had been so considerate, handing over a weakness on a silver platter.
An inexplicable joy bubbled up inside Shen Lan. She said cautiously, "Mother, how about I go take a look tomorrow? What if Shen Lu gets too angry and does something irrational? It wouldn’t be good if she dragged us down with her."
In reality, Shen Lan just wanted to go watch the show.
She would be delighted to see Shen Lu utterly defeated and left with nothing.
Shen Lu.
Every time she thought of that name, a deep hatred would surge within Shen Lan’s heart.
’Shouldn’t she be doing worse and worse after being kicked out of the Shen Family?’
But now, not only was she running a stall, she even had the money to open a shop.
By what right was she living so well? She wouldn’t allow her to live so well.
Mrs. Shen glanced at her daughter, as if seeing right through her. "You can go, but don’t let anyone recognize you. Your birthday banquet is tomorrow. Don’t cause any unnecessary trouble."
"I won’t. I’ll just go take a look," Shen Lan hurriedly promised.
She knew how to weigh her priorities.
The birthday banquet was more important than Shen Lu, because this could be the start of her meteoric rise!
At that moment, the soundly sleeping Shen Lu had no idea just how lively the next day would be.
Or perhaps, she had expected it to be lively, just not in the way she imagined.
「At four o’clock the next day」
After the alarm clock rang once, Shen Lu groggily opened her eyes.
She rubbed her head against the pillow, then the young woman reluctantly sat up.
[Ding-dong~ New mission issued: Please sell 500 portions of crayfish with a customer satisfaction rating of three stars or higher. Time limit: eight hours.]
Shen Lu was instantly wide awake.
Shen Lu: "You’re issuing the daily mission this early?"
[That’s right, Host. Friendly reminder: now that the novice benefit month has ended, the difficulty of daily missions has increased. Please be aware.]
Shen Lu: "So if I don’t successfully complete the mission according to the requirements, will there be a penalty?"
[Yes, there will. Penalties include, but are not limited to, deduction of popularity value, Star Coins, or satisfaction points. It is also possible for items, privileges, etc. to be revoked.]


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