"Your batch of wireless speakers should be ready by the end of the month. I’ve already contacted the Sichuan General Team, and your parents have also followed your ideas and visited several cities in central Sichuan to discuss donations with the villages and towns."
Zhang Zhongting left with this ssage and started typing on his mobile phone, preparing to leave.
Fang Huai was now quite observant and caught a glimpse of a few words on his texting screen.
"For your participation"
Fang Huai was about to ponder his uncle’s private matter when he suddenly rembered sothing and chased after him:
"Uncle, since you’re here, give a ride, will you?"
...
Fang Huai got himself a refreshing buzz cut and felt quite good about it.
Because the hairstylist was very sweet-talking, when he ntioned he wanted a flat top, she sweetly comnted on how good-looking his head shape was and how handso he looked, and that he could pull off a buzz cut.
Fang Huai’s first reaction was: she called a handso guy.
Turning around, he saw that her na tag still said ’Senior Hair Artist,’ and looking up at the price on the wall, ’Senior Hair Artist, haircut, n 35.’
About three to four tis more expensive than other shops.
Fang Huai sighed deeply, damn it, even calling handso cos with a service charge.
But this was the city center, so he put up with it.
After leaving the hair salon, he walked into the adjacent Nanguo Huajin Mall.
People were coming and going.
He quickly found his destination, but after a glance at the counter, pointed and said,
"Hello, how much is this?"
"Good day, sir. This is our Casio G-7100D we just launched last year. It’s a steel band commorative edition. You’re very trendy, as a young man who chooses such a watch, you have good taste!"
Nowadays, even Fang Huai’s Puma wasn’t cheap, and the salesperson, who saw from a distance his determined look for sothing, and him heading straight for the store, was very enthusiastic.
Fang Huai picked it up for a closer look.
Hmm... The dial is too big, and it’s a steel band, too.
He tentatively asked, "Do you have... an F91W?"
The expression of the salesperson dropped by a few degrees.
This watch is priced at twelve hundred, F91W... one hundred and twenty.
"That watch is more suitable for children, sir," the salesperson said.
Fang Huai raised an eyebrow: "Children? Bin Laden and Ao Guanhai both wore it! What kind of powerful children are they?"
"Who is Ao Guanhai?"
"The United States... beauty! Just tell , can that watch be used as a stopwatch?"
Fang Huai nearly blurted out, but then rembered that Ao Guanhai wasn’t scheduled to get his presidential skin until November this year.
The F91W is simply a very ordinary digital square watch with a silicone strap, comfortable to wear and not restricting movent.
Not only does it have a stopwatch, but it also has a programmable tir inside. That was Bin Laden’s secret weapon, frequently used to make tid bombs.
It led to the loss of many lives.
However, Fang Huai hoped that he could use this watch to save more lives.
"...It has a tir, an alarm, and is water-resistant for daily use. You could even throw it in a washing machine without a problem," the saleswoman maintained so professionalism.
"I’ll take one."
"...All right, just a mont."
A few minutes later.
Fang Huai left the mall.
Motherfucker, in the future if cadres wear watches, squad leaders wear watches, I will, too.
He lifted his wrist to feel the lightness of the watch and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Being a soldier is easy to please.
In the troops, no matter the brand of the watch, none is as useful as this little square one, and no clothing is as practical as a piece of thermal underwear.
In his past life, the Richard Miller dream probably couldn’t be realized without being a cadre, no matter how wealthy one beca.
Actually, that dream doesn’t seem so tempting now.
The biggest charm of the military lies in the continual formation of a connected small society, reshaping one’s values.
This society is relatively closed and scattered, yet they all share a common language for communication, and different groups rarely intersect, but they do compare with each other.
Only in tis of great disasters, they co together, responding to the call of the country, to fight cooperatively.
Fang Huai gathered his thoughts and checked the watch; it was exactly one o’clock.
It’s only been an hour since he left, and with a four-hour leave, according to his plans, he should visit Guiyang’s food street, buy so food, and get a gift for Yang Shaoqing.
After so thought, Fang Huai turned around and went back into the mall.
When he ca out again, he was carrying a small Casio bag.
His mother had said he should try to figure out the girl’s feelings; he thought she was right.
But Yang Shaoqing should not receive that bottle representing wealth and poverty, the chili oil. Instead, it should be this digital watch representing ti and poverty.
As soone who would beco a professional soldier, the ti he could spend with her, if she were with him, would always be as precise as the "return to unit ti" on his leave slip, counting down rapidly each ti.
However, this watch of his was indeed too ugly, so Fang Huai got her a 600-yuan one in sky blue.
Turning back around, he realized there wasn’t much food; in the city center, every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. The only thing nearby was a Dajia Xiang crispy duck shop.
...
When Fang Huai got out of the vehicle, he was carrying more than a dozen bags of ducks.
The shop’s currently available nine fried ducks and over 200 fried skewers were all bought by him.
It was the weekend, in the middle of the afternoon at two o’clock, but the entrance to the squadron wasn’t quiet.
Chen Zhenghai and Zhao Jinchen, the two sentries, were shouting at each other as they swapped shifts.
Zhao Jinchen was about to rant, his face red with anger:
"Didn’t I call for you? You ca down more than five minutes late!"
Chen Zhenghai spread his hands: "Damn it, if you hadn’t woken up, would it be my fault?"
"You spoke, isn’t that being woken up? Just now, I should have grabbed a bucket of water to splash you awake!"
Fang Huai couldn’t help but laugh as he listened from the side.
In other units, he didn’t know, but in firefighting, swapping guard duty, especially during rest ti, was when argunts were most common.
If you arrive early, you feel like you’ve lost.
But if the other person is late, well, that’s absolutely not okay.
Being delayed by a few minutes doesn’t actually feel that bad, but the sensation of being cheated can feel like being cut in the heart every minute.
If there were to be a ranking of the top ten monts when everyone most wanted to kill soone, swapping guard duty could easily take up half the spots.
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Fang Huai walked to the electronic retractable gate, stood with his hands behind his back, and cheerfully said:
"Squad Leader Zhao, Squad Leader Chen, could you open the gate for ?"
The two of them imdiately turned around.
Chen Zhenghai laughed and said, "Oh? Hero, you’re back?"
With that, he snatched a remote control from Zhao Jinchen’s hand and opened the door.
This morning, Fang Huai was indeed the center of attention, and he even left in Captain Zhang’s car. Even the Chief of Staff squeezed into the sa car with Captain Zhang to talk to Fang Huai.
The entire training team was impressed by him; he was truly the Second Squadron’s hero.
But Zhao Jinchen was straightforward, and though he felt wronged, he still kept a glum face without saying a word.
It would take him half a day to get over a five-minute tantrum.
Once Fang Huai entered the squadron, he revealed a bunch of packaging bags from behind and laughed:
"Squad Leader Zhao, it’s just a guard shift. I’ll take your 3 to 4 tonight. I bought so duck, co on, let’s go upstairs and eat!"
Seeing Fang Huai’s cheerful smile, Zhao Jinchen realized he had been too angry and waved his hand, saying:
"Am I that petty? It’s him, every ti he takes over the guard post, he sleeps like a pig! Today I woke him up and even chatted with him for a bit, but the mont I left, he went back to sleep!"
"Let’s eat the duck, there’re also fried skewers!"
Fang Huai said as he pushed Zhao Jinchen upstairs.
In his previous life, Fang Huai was also soone who would easily get angry when changing guard and wished he could give the next shift an electric shock bracelet to zap them if they didn’t take over on ti.
Preferably a ten-thousand-volt kind.
But in this life, it seed all his irritability had dissipated.
Seeing the two heading upstairs, Chen Zhenghai imdiately said:
"Hey, save so for !"
Fang Huai didn’t even turn his head back, just waved his hand.
Chen Zhenghai stepped into the guard pavilion, watching the departing figure, he couldn’t help but smile.
This Fang Huai was really sothing.
Ever since he joined the squadron, the whole Second Squadron had changed.
Everyone’s perspective had been elevated.
The complacency of achieving thirty or forty pull-ups and running five kiloters in eighteen or nineteen minutes was gone.
Moreover, Fang Huai’s enthusiastic yet mature attitude had influenced many people, especially the younger soldiers.
The things he said and the way he acted might not have been passed around as stories, but others began to realize that a good firefighting soldier should learn so much more than just maintaining physical fitness.
This kid didn’t seem like he ca to be just a soldier, but to raise industry standards.
...
When they reached the second floor, they ran into Chen Zhechang, who was coming out of the squadron departnt to arrange the afternoon work.
This morning, due to a comnt from the Chief of Staff, the training was extended until 12:30 pm, so the afternoon wake-up was also delayed.
Chen Zhechang had just taken a nap in the squadron departnt and upon seeing Fang Huai, his first instinct was to check his own uniform.
He felt a bit awkward.
"Head Chen!"
Fang Huai adhered to the principle of greeting others with a smile if he sought revenge, so he took the initiative to say hello and then cheerfully offered three bags of duck, saying:
"I just bought these ducks from the city center. The training team also had a hard morning, have so?"
"Fang Huai, you’re not ssing with on purpose, are you?" Chen Zhechang said, with his hands behind his back.
Fang Huai let out a cheeky hehe laugh and said:
"No way, Captain Zhang and the Chief of Staff already lectured in the car today!
Not to over-interpret the whole corps’ notices affecting daily work, and you dressed like that this morning to facilitate the work.
I’m here specially to apologize."
Chen Zhechang’s expression relaxed a bit, and after punching Fang Huai on the shoulder as if venting, he took the ducks, saying:
"You’re pretty good at hiding, lad! With such physical ability, why didn’t you participate in the martial arts competition?"
"Ah, I have a bit more arm strength, but my legs, as you’ve seen, are barely under 20 for the five kiloters!"
"How many months have you been enlisted? I asked Instructor Cao about you, you started at 22 minutes, and now being under 20 is already impressive! Train well! At the sumr Detachnt martial arts competition, I think you have a chance to compete with He Zhijun!"
"Got it, you can count on , Head. As soon as the sumr competition is held, I’ll be there!"
Fang Huai casually brushed off the comnt and began to distribute ducks to the different squads.
The old soldiers had just woken up and were praising Fang Huai as they received a snack that was both numbingly spicy and fragrant.
After distributing ducks along a corridor with four squads, the aroma of food was everywhere.
Fang Huai made sure Squad Leader Hao kept so for Squad Leader Chen, who was standing guard, and also didn’t forget to sneakily keep two bags for the sa year soldiers, telling them to join the old soldiers in other squads to eat, or they wouldn’t get a single feather.
The three new recruits were smiling and overjoyed.
"Thump thump."
"Reporting!"
Seeing that the door to the squadron office was open and that there was no one inside, Fang Huai placed the ducks on the table and was about to leave.
But he was stopped by Cao Yi, who ca out of the inner office wearing a shirt.
The first thing he asked was: "Do you know how to drive a fire truck?"
"What?" Fang Huai almost twitched his mouth.
Isn’t this question a bit too much, bro? You’re asking a new recruit if he has a Class B license?
Seeing his expression, Cao Yi finally let out a sigh of relief.
Damn, at least there’s sothing you don’t know.
"How did you get back so quickly?"
Fang Huai raised his hand and waved his wrist watch: "Bought a watch, and on the way, I picked up a bag of snacks. It was boring staying out there, so I ca back."
Cao Yi laughed and patted Fang Huai on the shoulder.
"Good, more and more like a mature soldier. Then I’ll assign you a glorious task! Take your sa year soldiers with you to the People’s Ard Police Detachnt’s Seventeenth Squadron and run a task there!"
Wow, the Seventeenth Squadron!
Just from the number, it sounded aweso.
Their squadrons in the People’s Ard Police included dozens or even over a hundred people, and they were numbered up to seventeen. Just one city detachnt could have at least fifteen hundred people, right?
How many people would that be across nine cities and prefectures in the province?
Our firefighting force is only four to five thousand in the entire corps!
But.
Fang Huai curled his lips: "Instructor Cao... this glorious and arduous task, you kept it especially for , waiting for my return, right?
It’s the weekend today, and the squad leaders are resting, who would want to go?"
Cao Yi glared: "Stop talking, now go! You might even get cigarettes from them! Oh, you don’t smoke, but if they give them to you, rember to bring them back to !"
"I C..."
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