"You just... said it all, didn’t you?"
Everyone was a bit puzzled.
Fang Huai smiled, lifted his finger, and swept across the entire gym, saying:
"The fitness equipnt of the Special Duty Team’s gym, even if it was sponsored, must have cost quite a bit of money, right?"
Cao Yi nodded, "Several hundred thousand."
Only then did Fang Huai look at the gym with even more pain in his heart than Zhao Jinchen:
"That’s right, these conditions are what many grassroots squadrons dream of. I heard that for so county squadrons, buying a treadmill took a whole month of applications.
And we have eight, all wide-belt treadmills.
But this morning when I ca up to check each one, the two machines against the wall were broken.
The strength combination trainer has rusted in many places, and you can see traces of dried lubricant where it should be oiled.
This gym, no less valuable than the training tower, has beco our squadron’s backup training ground only used when it rains.
We rely too much on old-fashioned training thods, or rather, it’s a habit.
In fact, these equipnt are the main strength training thods for firefighters abroad."
Kong Xiangzhong, who had just praised Fang Huai, beca unhappy in an instant.
"Our country is still poor now. Us hardworking firefighters, in terms of training, can we be as precious as those firefighters abroad who charge everywhere? Even if we train with bricks, we can make it work!"
Chen Zhenghai, who always liked bragging during training, imdiately showed interest:
"Right! How precious are their bodies? I heard that firefighters in the United States, more than ten thousand dollars a month!
Seventy thousand Renminbi!
Us, even if it’s high, let’s say three thousand! It’s not even a twentieth of theirs!
Our lives are not even worth as much as one of their spare parts!"
"Damn... that high?"
Many people were shocked.
"Then, can our country’s discharged firefighters go abroad to beco firefighters?"
"Yes! Our firefighting is under conscription, and our training is so tough, it definitely isn’t worse than their firefighters! If we went to the United States, what kind of salary would we get?"
As soon as these words ca out, Cao Yi was displeased.
This was just adding pressure to his work as an instructor.
His face fell and he exclaid loudly, "Hey, hey, hey, what about training? What are you babbling about here? The United States is wealthy! The average salary level is naturally high, you all don’t understand a thing!"
Fang Huai also laughed, "You all only have half the picture. How about this, train properly, and once the training is over, I’ll explain to you the systems and treatnts of firefighters from various countries."
Everyone got excited at once, "Okay!"
The breadth of Fang Huai’s knowledge was indeed profound; everyone was quite eager to hear him talk about this idle yet always intriguing topic of bragging.
Cao Yi frantically signalled with his eyes.
After all, the salaries of firefighters in various countries are indeed very high; talking too much about it isn’t good for everyone’s morale.
But Fang Huai just smiled and shook his head, "Instructor, the recruitnt of Arican firefighters requires a comprehensive assessnt, and you need the scores from the Arican SAT or an excellent service certificate to even qualify for an interview. Not to ntion that, the citizenship requirent alone is an insurmountable barrier for them, are you still afraid they might run off?"
Upon hearing this, everyone felt disheartened.
But as they listened to Fang Huai casually listing the interview conditions, they grew even more expectant.
"Heh, Instructor, who the hell wants to be those damn Arican blowball firefighters! We just want to hear about it!"
"Right! I heard they have sothing called ’the most respected profession’ and it’s said to be firefighters! I once heard a squad leader talk about it, but I didn’t quite understand. Anyway, it’s said that over there, firefighters have the highest status!"
Fang Huai gestured dismissively, "Being the most respected profession doesn’t an much. Being respected doesn’t equate to power. The Arican president only ranks in the twenties in terms of respected professions, but he has the power to decide the life and death of the firefighter ranked number one.
In our country’s social surveys, the most respected profession is doctors, but if you think about it carefully, is it really doctors?"
As he spoke, he smiled with a twist of his lips.
"Of course not! The most respected are the Captain and Instructor!" Xiao Haishan replied with a jeering tone.
"Hahahahaha..."
"Oh my god, Xiao Haishan, I didn’t see it coming, you have potential, kid!"
Fang Huai laughed as well.
Xiao Haishan’s words were very close to the truth.
The most respected are the leaders.
"Alright, alright, let’s start warming up. Today’s warm-up ti, one hour!"
"An hour?!"
...
Today, Fang Huai employed devilish thods.
For two and a half hours, he pushed everyone to their limits.
About an hour of that was just for warming up.
Running on treadmills and the new set of warm-up exercises taught by the whole corps.
Then ca an hour and a half of various equipnt training.
Actually, before coming here, the two head officers were not too fond of these individual fitness thods.
But today, Cao Yi and Ye Jiahong finally saw what it ant to have a human monitor.
The strength training was set in groups of thirty, and this morning, completing three sets on all equipnt ant training was done.
However, the gym equipnt in each area had individual weight plates, and the resistance could be adjusted.
Fang Huai walked around with the squadron’s training log, adjusting the appropriate weight for each person at every piece of equipnt.
He had only spent about half an hour this morning after breakfast looking through the two training logs of the squadron and could recite everyone’s performance in every category, almost without mistake.
"Squad Leader Han, for this bench press, you do 120 jin. When Song Lin cos up, remove two 2.5-kilogram plates for him to do 110. Squad Leader Hao, you and Squad Leader Zhao safeguard the process."
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