Tian Baoming watched as Fang Huai approached with a sowhat murderous look in his eyes, and, unexpectedly, found himself unable to speak.
The new recruits listening to this exchange felt a surge of excitent within them.
A role model for our tis, indeed!
Wen Jingsong, seeing that Tian Baoming didn’t retaliate, cursed under his breath, calling him a coward.
He had actually heard a lot about Fang Huai in the past few days, but hadn’t had a chance to deal with him just yet. Now, unable to restrain himself, he moved closer to Fang Huai and scornfully said,
"I heard that you boast to Long Xinfeng and others that you have two third-class rits? Flaunting third-class rits? Where did they co from? Do you dare say it aloud without sha?"
Wen Jingsong was convinced that such rits had been obtained through connections one hundred percent of the ti.
"What’s the matter, Squad Leader Wen, you want to inquire about it to secure one for yourself? Don’t even think about it. Even if I gave you the channels, you don’t have the ability," Fang Huai said with a light laugh.
Wen Jingsong’s face twitched, and he said loudly, "Stop talking nonsense! What abilities do you have? Isn’t it all about pulling strings?"
Fang Huai had previously ntioned the matter of advancing through the Martial Arts Competition, and Wen Jingsong had been harboring resentnt ever since. Now he wanted to return the favor, loudly pointing out Fang Huai’s connections to embarrass him in front of others.
anwhile, Han Yong, who was nearby with a dustcloth in hand, stood up to join in, "Squad Leader, you really don’t have that ability."
Wen Jingsong and the old soldiers beside him began to frown.
How co the new recruits of the Second Squadron are so talented? They all manage to get a word in whenever they like?
"What did you say?" Wen Jingsong was about to explode with anger.
A voice ca from afar:
"What’s going on here, what’s happening? Why is taking a ladder such a big deal? Fang Huai, why is there always an issue with you?"
Chen Zhechang walked over with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at Fang Huai who stood at the garage door, mop in hand, like a door god.
The old soldiers following him had also arrived, gathering around Fang Huai.
Only Little Black and Huang Yong from the Second Squadron kept their distance.
Fang Huai did not imdiately respond to Chen Zhechang, but instead sized him up briefly before slowly saying,
"Head Chen, I didn’t say they couldn’t take it—I told them to go to the Equipnt Warehouse to get it.
Further, your service uniform’s collar insignia screw has co off, and the shoes are rubber shoes. According to the regulations, one should wear leather shoes when in service attire."
Oh!
This young rascal is daring enough to speak out?
Chen Zhechang narrowed his eyes.
He didn’t react angrily but simply straightened his slightly askew collar insignia without paying any attention to Fang Huai and said to the old soldiers behind him,
"Never mind him, let so of you go to the truck, take a ladder down, and exchange this training ladder for another at the Equipnt Warehouse."
"Yes!"
Backed by leadership, the NCOs behind him were instantly energized.
"Head Chen, you should change your shoes or your clothes," Fang Huai reiterated.
Chen Zhechang looked away, ignoring Fang Huai’s existence, "Bring down the other Equipnt that needs to be taken too!"
"Yes!"
Fang Huai said no more and walked upstairs.
...
At the Squadron Departnt.
"Instructor, can I report this na? The uniform’s collar insignia is missing, wearing rubber shoes in service uniform, and refusing to accept correction."
Fang Huai held a notebook, opened it, and pushed it in front of Cao Yi.
Cao Yi looked down and imdiately felt a headache coming on.
Touching his forehead he sighed, "Geez... how did you end up inspecting him?"
Ye Jiahong, who was sitting at a desk behind, also stood up and ca over to have a look,
"Damn, kid, are you ready to rebel?"
Fang Huai said earnestly, "This Head Chen always causes trouble for and is never satisfied. I really have no other choice—now everyone in the Training Team sees him as a weathervane.
Besides, regulations are regulations, supre above all. Why shouldn’t he make corrections? I haven’t even asked him to copy the regulations yet!"
Cao Yi couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, glancing at Fang Huai,
"This issue, our Squadron isn’t well positioned to handle it. Why they picked you to be an inspector, taking on this thankless job... you understand, right?"
Only then did Fang Huai smile and say, "Then I’ll figure out another way."
Having said that, he prepared to leave.
Cao Yi stood up and grabbed him, then turned to look at Ye Jiahong, lowering his voice a bit:
"About this matter, neither Captain Ye nor I knew anything!"
"Sure, when you think it’s about ti to save face, just give a signal."
Fang Huai responded with a grin.
He had to notify the Squadron Departnt about this matter.
...
After Fang Huai left the Squadron Departnt, he went on a search.
It was with so difficulty that he learned Squad Leader Hao had actually gone up to the Microcomputer Room on the third floor.
Alas, how the mighty have fallen, to think he had gotten into gaming at his age.
"Reporting!"
Fang Huai knocked on the door and entered the Microcomputer Room.
All the non-commissioned officers inside turned to look at him.
Fang Huai spotted Hao Chengbin and was about to head to his seat, but Zhao Jinchen raised his hand and called out:
"Fang Huai, I heard from Liu Jianfeng and the others that you got a scolding from the training team this morning? What happened?"
"What?" Hao Chengbin stood up imdiately upon hearing this:
"Damn it, what’s wrong with those guys? They don’t agree with the orders from the whole corps, why don’t they dare to scold the whole corps?"
"Oh, Fang Huai, I think you shouldn’t go. Head Chen is unhappy with you right now. Why make an enemy?" Liu Jianfeng had also put down his keyboard.
Chen Zhechang’s remarks from this morning’s training team assembly were overheard by Liu Jianfeng while he was in the front yard; he heard it all and had told a few close old soldiers after returning.
However, Xiong Jie stood up and laughed, "I think Little Fang is right. As a soldier, we should follow regulations and never relax for a single minute in our thinking; that’s our mission as soldiers.
Little Fang, I support you, so what if you offend soone? The Squadron will protect you."
Everyone began to voice their own opinions, and it looked like a debate was about to start.
Seeing this situation, Fang Huai shouted with a humorous grin:
"Thanks for everyone’s concern, but what offense? They can’t beat in argunt or in a fight!"
With that, he walked up to Hao Chengbin and said, "Squad Leader, can I borrow your phone for a sec?"
Hao Chengbin didn’t say much and just took out his mobile and handed it to him: "Tattling?"
Fang Huai waved his hand with a smile, "What? Do I look like a tattler to you? I’m reporting an issue!"
In the following two minutes, the old soldiers were left dumbstruck.
Fang Huai didn’t leave, instead, he sat next to Hao Chengbin and made his call, his voice echoing throughout the Microcomputer Room.
"Hello, hello."
"Uncle, it’s ."
"Do you know about the martial arts competition training managent notice sent by the whole corps?"
"Ah, I’m not going. The people from the training team are so well-practiced, leaping high and low; what qualification do I have to go?"
"I didn’t speak in a Northeast dialect! It’s from this morning’s police dispatch, a squad leader from the Northeast got infected with it!"
"I’m talking serious here, I’m following the corps’ notice and acting as an inspector, but Head Chen from the Detachnt keeps not cooperating! This morning, he just waltzes in wearing regular clothes and rubber shoes, with his collar all twisted, and then he doesn’t comply when I inspect him!"
"Are you free? If you are, co over, and I’ll inspect you."
"... How could I be singling you out? I just want them to know that even leaders have to follow the rules!"
"What tea do you want to drink? Just co over! I’ll buy you the finest Da Hong Pao once I get my salary next month!"
"Eh, alright then, half an hour? Okay!"
"Hanging up now!"
Most of the old soldiers were contemplating three questions.
1. Who is his uncle?
2. They still dare to use such blatant personal connections?
3. He’s just a soldier; does he even make enough to afford the finest Da Hong Pao?
Imdiately afterward, hands moved rapidly; the more sensible had already begun to shut down their computers.
"Damn, Captain Zhang is coming! Back to the barracks to tidy up our internal affairs!"
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