After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Stephen looked unhappy as he sat opposite Political Commissar Qiao and Zhang Yuwan. Li Dongliang also pulled a chair over and sat next to Stephen.

"Lee, I think I'm looking for Ms. Zhang, not someone from your military. This matter has nothing to do with them. There's no need for so many people to sit here!" He wanted to drive people out as soon as he opened his mouth.

Li Dongliang translated Stephen's words truthfully. Song Changzhou narrowed his eyes slightly with a hint of murderous intent, and his hands on his legs were clenched into fists.

"Mr. Stephen, this is Political Commissar Qiao, a senior official of the military region, and this is my husband Song Changzhou. Because I am a military family member, the problem you want to solve with me is related to the military, so they came here together as witnesses. Also, we are here to solve the problem with sincerity, so what does it matter if there is one more or one less person?" Zhang Yuwan gently put his hand on Song Changzhou's fist, letting him gradually calm down, but he looked at Stephen with an even deeper and colder look.

Stephen sneered, "Alright then! I don't really care. Since you like to complain to the parents, then get started!"

Zhang Yuwan seemed not to notice his provocation, shrugged and smiled indifferently.

Zhang Yuwan was not so angry that Stephen began to recount the unfair treatment he had received that day. "Because you rudely asked me to delete the film, my camera broke. I was shocked by your unreasonable behavior. Your vulgar and disrespectful behavior is really disappointing. There is no human rights or freedom here. I don't feel respected or tolerated."

"Oh? What is your request, Mr. Stephen? We can repair your camera. If it cannot be repaired, I will compensate you according to the original price. Do you think this is okay? Of course, if it is repaired, I will also compensate you some additional expenses." Zhang Yuwan asked calmly.

"I demand that you and your husband kneel down and apologize, and compensate me for the cost of my camera and my emotional distress. Perhaps your country, being so poor, can't afford much compensation. Have you ever seen a camera like this? No! You've probably never even heard of such high-end products. Otherwise, you can stay with me for a month, and I won't ask you to compensate me."

Everyone present was shocked and angry at Stephen's words. Political Commissar Qiao almost overturned the table. He was a veteran who participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and he never had a good impression of the people of the United States. When the fighting was fierce, only a few people in the entire army survived, and no one surrendered. Now he was being insulted by a person from the United States.

He immediately stood up, slammed the table, and cursed, "Watch your mouth! This is Chinese territory. I'll teach you what courtesy is even if I have to sacrifice my clothes!"

Song Changzhou followed Political Commissar Qiao and stood up, his hand already touching the wooden box at his waist, his face serious.

Both of them had been on the battlefield. Political Commissar Qiao had not led troops for many years and had always appeared kind and calm, but the solemn and murderous aura he displayed just now was no less than that of Song Changzhou.

The two directors of the machinery factory also had resentment in their eyes. They hired technical experts at high prices, and specially invited chefs who could cook Western food every day. The ingredients used were also imported, and they even prepared fresh beef for the other party. You must know that our cows cannot be slaughtered at will now. They are draft cattle. They also prepared the best cigars for the other party, had translators and assistants, and put all their thoughts and energy into food, supplies, and transportation.

We have always treated them with the highest etiquette, but we are still looked down upon and insulted in front of them. We Chinese are really unbearable.

Even Li Dongliang, the translator, blushed and only after the director's strong eye hint did he stammer and translate Stephen's words.

He now wished he could hide under the table so that no one could see him, especially the powerful and aggressive pressure from the two soldiers opposite him, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing the other party's furious and irrational expression, Stephen's sense of superiority soared. "Lee, what are they f**king talking about?" He said arrogantly, "I can give you ten minutes to think about it, or I'm leaving here. I'll show you how much you'll f**king lose without my cooperation. F**k you, f**king all of you stupid Chinese people."

"Hehe~" Just when everyone was on the verge of a fight, Zhang Yuwan sat there and laughed, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

She said slowly in a very standard American accent: "Mr. Stephen, in China, we don't say f**k you."

When Stephen looked at Zhang Yuwan with eyes wide open in surprise, Zhang Yuwan switched back to Chinese. "We don't use curse words like 'fuck you'. It's not sophisticated at all, it's monotonous and boring. We all use 'CNMD' (beep———)."

Just when everyone was stunned, Zhang Yuwan reminded Li Dongliang, "Translate!"

Li Dongliang opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say. The child had already suffered 10,000 points of critical hit.

Zhang Yuwan glanced at Li Dongliang like he was a piece of crap, then stood up and spoke to Stephen in English. "There are many arrogant and beautiful Chinese people like you, but it's definitely rare to find someone as brainless as you. Did you leave your brains in your country and forget to bring them with you? Or did your mother throw you away after giving birth, raising you from the placenta? Your mother must feel guilty for giving birth to a... well, what are you? A monster?"

Seeing Stephen's face peeling off piece by piece like shattered porcelain, and just as his upper teeth bit his lower lip to make a sound, Zhang Yuwan asked again, "Why are you opening your mouth to curse? This is all you can do. Didn't I just teach you? Can't your IQ add up to 75+92? 1+1 is probably the ceiling for you!"

"Your mother abandoned you, so you grew up without love. After all, who would care about you if you grew up in a garbage dump? Who would love you? No one!! If the neighbor's dog hadn't taken pity on you and pooped for you, how would you have survived? Is it because you lack love that you're so impulsive and sensitive? Oh, you're angry already! Haha, did I hit the nail on the head?" Zhang Yuwan just felt like cursing when Political Commissar Qiao, who was standing next to him, had already sat down, watching the show with a look of anticipation, his eyes locked with Song Changzhou. "Is your wife like this?"

Song Changzhou gave an innocent look in response, "I don't know!"

Steve was so angry that he stood up and yelled, raising his arms to attack.

Suddenly a dark wooden warehouse appeared in front of him, which made him calm down instantly. "Back off!" The man's voice was cold and emotionless.

He didn't understand Chinese but he understood the meaning of the two words and obediently stepped back and sat on the stool.

His eyes were red, his chest heaving violently as he stared at Zhang Yuwan fiercely, "Do you know the consequences of doing this? I'm the technical expert you hired. If I don't cooperate and cause problems in your production, all of you will be held responsible."

"And my mother didn't abandon me!"

(Today there are 3 chapters, please don’t let this one fail the review)