An old but well-functioning agricultural three-wheeler quickly arrived at the usual place. In the darkness, utilizing the lighting tools brought along, a series of tarpaulin mounds spread out like rolling hills unfolded before them.
"Machines?" The La Man didn’t even turn off the vehicle, jumped out, and lifted a corner. "Can soone who knows this co over and take a look, or is it really just scrap tal?"
"Scrap tal, your head! How many years have you been working and still acting rashly? Move over and let see." A grumpy old man behind him gave a casual slap, pushing him aside.
The old man wrinkled his brows and waved his hand: "Never mind, everyone scatter around and watch. Call soone over, let’s move the stuff first."
The La Man curled his lips to the side, muttering softly: "Thought you really knew sothing!"
The average person genuinely couldn’t make sense of it. Even a veteran factory worker, upon suddenly seeing unfamiliar machines, without handling them or seeing the manual, couldn’t discern any specifications or the like!
This ti, Boss Yan brought stuff with a bit more specialization, unlike that massive piece last ti that everyone could tell what it was at a glance. But everyone still had a lot of confidence in him as a scrap dealer, trusting that it wouldn’t truly be a heap of scrap tal.
Just think about it, who would have nothing better to do than to ss around, dragging in a pile of broken machines as scrap tal just to fool them?
...
Yan Fei flew into the hotel, sneakily moving into the bathroom like a thief, listened to the sounds from the bedroom, and then carefully stepped out. For a mont, he seed to feel sothing was off, but borrowing the dim light from the bedroom, seeing his sleeping wife, especially her inadvertently exposed calf, his heart instantly filled with warmth, ignoring his vague feeling...
He quietly walked to the bedside, and didn’t forget to check his own temperature, which seed more suitable.
Then he gently lifted the quilt...
"Ha!" The girl on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and let out a ’Ha’.
The sound wasn’t very loud, but Yan Fei shuddered—being frightened was sothing Yan Fei thought would never happen to him, yet this ti, he was indeed scared by his wife.
In that instant, his mind flashed with hundreds of thoughts: Has his own secret been discovered by his wife? What to do, what to do, what to do? Should he tell her? Would she be frightened? How to start to prevent her from being scared?
He had contemplated countless tis about confessing everything to his wife, but when it ca to it, he was worried he’d scare this girl...
Countless thoughts flashed, and he realized why he felt sothing was off earlier, because her breathing wasn’t right. To him, he needn’t look to know what his wife’s breathing is like asleep or awake.
But the trouble was in that glance earlier, in the dim light, the teasing sight of those legs... too tempting for a guy who had just flown alone for three hours through the night sky, consud by lust.
The key was that he had no defenses against his wife. Because he had sneaked out before, the wife was always in a daze, and he was now becoming more ’careless’.
Various factors led to him being stuck by the bedside, thoughts flashing in his mind like galaxies...
"Yan Xiaofei, why are you standing stupidly there? Co to bed!" The girl looked at Yan Fei, then suddenly chuckled, casting him a glance as she said with a laugh. "Don’t touch ! I’m dead tired, need to sleep well. Tomorrow, I’m going to be a hero!"
Not a hero until reaching the Great Wall!
However, what Yan Fei thought of now wasn’t that familiar saying but his wife’s attitude—she hadn’t asked anything.
He carefully recalled once more, thinking he had transford into a small flying insect to enter the bathroom, then put on his scant clothing before coming out. Maybe his wife only realized he went out and didn’t find out anything else?
Lying to oneself or deceiving the world, Yan Xiaofei, at this mont, could only comfort himself like this.
Lifting the quilt, holding his wife’s warm soft body, Yan Fei’s heart was still pounding, but now he only wanted to hold her.
...
Zhan Liujun held a flashlight in one hand, while his other hand gently touched the naplate on a machine tool. His movents were so tender, his expression so excited, as if an old man eting his youthful first love, evoking so discomfort in those around him.
Indeed, he was an elderly man, over eighty years old, having spent a lifeti on the front lines of military engineering, participating in nurous large-scale secret projects. With such experience, one might think he could stay calm even if Mount Tai collapsed atop him, yet now how could he show even a whit of his usual composure?
"Good, good, good!" After a while, he began to mumble to himself, his voice growing louder. "Haha, with this equipnt, our engine project can have hope. I just said, with only samples, how can there be no matching tools? Here they are now!"
"Hahaha!" As he spoke, tears flowed freely, yet his expression was extrely invigorated. "Boys, hurry up and act, get this thing moved back! Co on, co on..."
A nearby middle-aged man was startled, looking at his near-crazed deanor and softly advised: "Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan, take care, take care! These things have already arrived at our place, they can’t run away!"
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