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Chapter 338 Scrap Recycling Station

"My dear wife, please calm down. I know I was wrong! Please don't hit me anymore!" Fu Weihao clasped his hands together and bowed to beg Song Cenyue, who had a face full of shame and anger.

"Will you dare to do it again?" Song Cenyue hit him again, still feeling angry when she thought of what he had just done.

"I won't dare to do it again! Never again!" Fu Wei said hurriedly.

"If you do it again next time, I'll make you kneel on the washboard... You embarrassed me so much just now! I get so angry every time I think about it, you're so despicable!" Song Cenyue warned with a ferocious expression, and then she hit her husband again out of anger.

"Wife, you are so cruel... You actually want to punish me to kneel on the washboard..." Fu Weihao looked scared, but there was a smile hidden in his eyes.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll punish you by making you kneel on the abacus." Song Cenyue glared at Fu Weihao.

"I don't dare anymore! I beg my dear wife to have mercy on me and not punish me to kneel on the abacus. It must be so painful to kneel on the abacus, it must be more painful than kneeling on the washboard!" Fu Weihao hurriedly clasped his fists and begged for mercy, with a look of extreme fear on his face, which made Song Cenyue laugh.

"Look at you!" Song Cenyue reached out and patted him, but unlike the last time she hit him, this time she didn't use any force at all.

"Wife, you're smiling. Are you not angry anymore?" Fu Weihao grabbed the delicate hand that was patting him and pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

"If you dare to do it again, I will never calm down so easily." Song Cenyue snorted. "Okay, I've made all the calls I needed to make. I'm going back now. You can go back to work."

She thought that there was nothing for her to do here anymore, so she decided not to stay and disturb her husband at work, and it would be better for her to go back and continue drawing the interior design of the tank.

"You're leaving!" Fu Weihao immediately showed a reluctant expression. "Can you stay a little longer?" He didn't want her to leave so soon.

"What are you doing? You are together every day and see each other every day. Why should you be reluctant to let go?" Song Cenyue found her husband's expression a little funny.

"Okay, just go to work and come back to me after get off work in the evening. We will meet again then." Song Cenyue patted him lightly and turned away.

Fu Weihao really wanted to reach out and grab his young wife's hand to keep her, but after reaching out his hand, he hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and at the same time closed his mouth that wanted to call her.

Forget it. Judging from her expression just now, she has made up her mind to leave. Even if I call her, I am afraid she will not be able to stay. Just like she said just now, I will go to find her after get off work in the evening. Then they can meet again. It is only a few hours away from the evening. It won't be much time.

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After leaving the office building, Song Cenyue walked back to the guesthouse and passed by a waste recycling station on the way back.

She stopped and found that there was a waste recycling station here. She had never noticed it before. It might be because every time she passed by here, she was on the bus and she didn't look outside, so she never noticed it.

I never thought there was a waste recycling station in the military area!

This military district is really a small town, it has everything...

Suddenly, the sound of a car was heard in the distance. Song Cenyue instinctively looked in the direction of the sound. The next second, she saw a military truck coming towards her. It quickly drove over and drove into the scrap recycling station. Song Cenyue noticed that behind the truck was an old, dilapidated and rusty car.

Seeing the car, Song Cenyue became interested. This truck drove into the scrap recycling station. Could it be that it was going to sell the car as scrap?

Song Cenyue thought about going in and asking. The reason why she wanted to ask was because she suddenly had an idea. Although the car looked very old and shabby, with the shell full of rust, it was obviously broken and could not be driven, but maybe it could be repaired.

If it is repaired and can be driven, but it is sold as scrap, wouldn't it be a pity and a waste of resources?

She couldn't let this happen. Cars were so scarce and precious at that time. If it could be repaired and driven, she must fix it herself and not let it be sold as scrap.

She just happened to have no car to drive, so she could buy one and fix it up to drive.

Although her husband asked her to continue driving his car after they came back here, she thought it was not good for her to keep driving her husband's car. Since she was back now, she should return the car to her husband.

Her husband said he wanted to give her a car and assign another one for her to drive, but she happened to hear someone say that there was a shortage of cars in the military district recently.

She thought that she wasn't going anywhere far that required a car, so she shouldn't take up car resources. So she politely declined her husband's kindness and refused to let him transfer his car to her.

Song Cenyue entered the scrap recycling station and found that it was very large. There was a warehouse and a large open-air dam. The dam was filled with all kinds of scraps. There was all kinds of scraps, even broken tables and chairs, pots and pans, and books.

After a quick glance, Song Cenyue looked at the target she came in with, the military truck.

A soldier got off the truck. He seemed to be looking for someone, probably someone from the scrap recycling station, but there was no one on the empty dam. So he looked into the warehouse, wanting to go in and look for someone. Song Cenyue hurriedly stopped him.

"Comrade, please wait a moment."

When the soldier heard Song Cenyue's voice, he turned around and looked at her. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he curled up the corners of his lips, smiled and saluted her.

"Hello, Comrade Song!"

It seems that this soldier knows me. But how does he know me? A hint of curiosity flashed across Song Cenyue's eyes.

"You know me!" Song Cenyue walked towards the soldier.

"Yes, I'm a soldier under Captain Fu. I went to the movies with my boyfriend before, and I saw you and Captain Fu going to the movies too." The soldier nodded.

So that's it! Song Cenyue's eyes flashed with realization. If they were soldiers under her husband's command, then things would be easy.

"What's your name?" Song Cenyue stopped in front of the soldier, smiled gently, and asked politely.

"My last name is Zeng, Zeng Chaoying." The soldier replied, thinking that Comrade Song's smile was even more beautiful, and people were fascinated by her. However, he couldn't let his partner know this, otherwise he would definitely be jealous and angry.

Chao Ying? It's quite characteristic of this era. At this time, many people named themselves Chao Ying to catch up with the United States. Song Cenyue thought to herself.

"Comrade Zeng, I see there is a car on your truck. May I ask if you are going to sell this car as scrap?" Song Cenyue asked, pointing at the car on the truck.

"Yes." Zeng Chaoying nodded.

"You are selling this car as scrap because it is too old and broken down to be driven?" Although Song Cenyue guessed it, she still decided to ask.