Chapter 2228 - 2065: On the Right Track_6
Chapter 2228: Chapter 2065: On the Right Track_6
"They haven’t bullied you, have they? I heard the camp bullies people the most, with various ways to torture new recruits." Song Xiaoru asked Song Xiaodong worriedly.
"Sis, I’ve been a soldier before; their little tricks are useless against me." Song Xiaodong replied to Song Xiaoru.
"How did you get out so quickly? Usually, this kind of thing takes longer, the procedures shouldn’t be done yet." Sun Yiyi asked Song Xiaodong.
"I’ve already said I have a Death-immunity Token, a General can’t just capture me like that." Song Xiaodong replied smugly.
"Oh, there you go bragging again!" Sun Yiyi said to Song Xiaodong.
"Really, or else how could I have gotten out so fast?" Song Xiaodong said.
"I mean, how long are you going to fight with this person? He’s quite the character, always causing trouble for us." Song Xiaoru asked again.
"It’s fine, what’s there to be afraid of? He can’t do anything to us." Song Xiaodong replied.
"The problem is, why does he come every day at three in the morning? That’s just evil!" Chu Xianling couldn’t help but chime in.
"No problem, I feel like, his family has probably found enough people, I want to see what kind of reinforcements he can really bring." Song Xiaodong said.
"Alright, alright, let’s go back, it’s pretty cold outside, what are we eating for breakfast?" Song Xiaoru asked.
"Hotpot!" Miao Qingqing said.
"You’re eating hotpot in the morning? Just have some porridge!" Song Xiaoru said.
"Ah!—" A voice reluctantly agreed.
After breakfast, Song Xiaodong received a call from an unfamiliar number.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Song?" asked a sweet female voice.
"Yes." Song Xiaodong replied simply.
"I wonder if Mr. Song has the time, our old chief would like to meet you." The voice on the line said.
"Which Old Chief?" Song Xiaodong asked indifferently.
"It’s the retired Deputy Commander Wang Gang." The woman on the other end said, and Song Xiaodong could hear the pride almost spilling from the phone.
"Don’t know him." Song Xiaodong said.
The caller paused for a moment and then said, "I wonder if Mr. Song has time, could you come to the Southern Spring Sanatorium for Elderly Cadres at Minghe; the Old Chief wants to talk with you personally."
"He’s the one who wants to talk to me, not the other way around. He should come to me, not me to him." Song Xiaodong said.
The caller hesitated again, and said to Song Xiaodong, "The Old Chief is not able to move easily."
"That’s his problem." Song Xiaodong bluntly refused before the other person could finish speaking.
"Then, where would Mr. Song like to talk?" the caller asked Song Xiaodong again.
"It’s like this." Song Xiaodong paused after he spoke.
"Hmm?" The other person hummed, waiting for Song Xiaodong to continue.
"It’s like this, I don’t want to talk with your Old Chief." Song Xiaodong finished speaking and hung up.
"Who was that? Who was that?" Miao Qingqing leaned in to ask.
Song Xiaodong looked up at Miao Qingqing, and then at the other wives, saying, "The main guy just called."
"Wang Chao?" Miao Qingqing asked.
"Hmph, without his dad, he’s nothing." Song Xiaodong scoffed.
"His dad called you?" Miao Qingqing asked again.
Song Xiaodong chuckled, patted Miao Qingqing’s head, and said to her, "Congratulations, you’re quick with answers now."
"Go to hell!" Miao Qingqing playfully punched Song Xiaodong’s chest.
After a while, Song Xiaodong’s phone rang again.
"Hello?" Song Xiaodong answered coldly and rudely, his voice showing some impatience.
"Mr. Song?" came a very old man’s voice from the other side, hoarse, shriveled, powerless.
Song Xiaodong didn’t bother responding.
The other party just continued speaking on his own.
"Mr. Song, I am Wang Gang. Are you free this afternoon? I’d like to invite you to see the maple leaves at the Miyero Scenic Area."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiaodong found it interesting, so he said, "Sure."
"Great, I’ll send someone to pick you up."
Miyero Scenic Area is a provincial-level scenic area in Ningjian Province, located in the southeastern part of Ningjian, in the Taling River valley, backed by snow-capped mountains and facing a basin, 26 kilometers from Minghe, a hundred times the area of Beijing’s Xiangshan Scenic Area.
In the scenic area, the mountains are steep, rivers interweave, forested seas and snow-capped mountains, with picturesque scenery. Especially in late autumn, when the hills are covered with maple leaves and various colorful leaves, it’s like a wild fire raging across the hills, dyeing layers of forest scarlet and golden, various trees and leaves vibrant like flowers, forming a stark contrast with the blue sky, white clouds, snow mountains, and river streams, the beauty of the maple forest is breathtaking.
The one picking up Song Xiaodong was still a woman, dressed in professional attire, looking charming, with elegant manners, and in the car was a chauffeur in a suit and sunglasses serving as driver and bodyguard.
"Mr. Song." The professionally dressed beauty greeted Song Xiaodong politely.
"Hello, may I know your name?" Song Xiaodong responded politely, but his expression remained cold.
"My surname is Kong." The professionally dressed beauty answered politely.
"Then it’s Miss Kong." Song Xiaodong said.
"Please, Mr. Song." Miss Kong opened the car door for Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong got into the car, Miss Kong sat with him in the back seat, leaving the front passenger seat empty.
"Are we picking up your Old Chief?" Song Xiaodong asked impolitely.
Miss Kong remained unfazed and replied, "The Old Chief is already at the scenic area."
Song Xiaodong thought, that’s good, saves both staring awkwardly in the same car.
Song Xiaodong closed his eyes to rest silently, while Miss Kong originally intended to break the awkward silence by saying something. But seeing Song Xiaodong closing his eyes with no intention to speak, she found pleasure in her own silence, playing games on her phone.
Soon the car left the city area, flying through the highway, the driver drove quickly and boldly yet steadily. Before long, after a turn, without warning, waves of red maple leaves poured in, as if they were going to flood the road and the small car on it.
The car swerved left and right on the mountain road, the wind blew, the maple leaves danced with the wind, swirling back and forth in the valley, then falling to the ground, the road surface covered with leaves, being mercilessly crushed by occasional passing vehicles.
Since it wasn’t a rest day, there were few people, few vehicles, the scenic area was almost empty with no human figures in sight.
After a few more turns, the car arrived at a cement platform on a high mountain next to a pavilion.