There were tram rails on the road, with trams coming and going, and through the windows you could see they were packed with people.
Feng Qingxue purposefully looked up and stared until her eyes swirled.
Unknowingly, the two of them had made their way to a nearby scrap station.
In a city as large as Shanghai, there were of course more than just three or five scrap stations, especially during such calamitous times. The scrap stations played a significant role, with countless items from ransacked homes sorted here before being sent to factories.
"Serve the people. What brings you comrades here?" the scrap station's staff asked meticulously.
