It was late in the evening.
"Hello, this one is called Beibei... If you are buying for your daughter, you might consider this Nini, oh, she likes giant pandas, right? Then there’s Jingjing..."
The era of beverages, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and mineral water had passed.
On the train from Chongqing to Guiyang, the stewardess-cum-salesperson had beco several young ladies, and now the main money-maker on the train was the plush dolls and keychains of the five Fuwa mascots.
Guiyang, we’re almost there.
"Twist."
"Leader Hao said, is everything okay with the folks back ho?"
"? I’ve already arrived... at Guiyang train station, could you please send soone from the Guiyang Squadron to pick up!"
Fang Huai sat on the train, clad in a security uniform and did not mind being an obvious target.
The light-hearted tone also reflected the comfort of heading ho.
The cozy nest of the Squadron was getting closer and closer.
But the voice that reached his ears made him pause for a mont.
"Hmm... wait, let ask for a mont! I’ll call you back in two minutes!"
The call ended.
Fang Huai was a bit puzzled.
Damn it, needing to report just to use the car? Report your ass!
Two minutes passed, and the call did not co back.
The stewardess ca over.
"Those going to Guiyang, prepare to get off at the front!... Sir, the Olympic Fuwas, officially licensed, wanna buy one?"
The female attendant saw Fang Huai holding a Nokia phone and asked him.
Fang Huai chuckled, stood up, and pulled out a dal from his pocket that he had been playing with on the road, handed it over to her, and shook it.
"Where did you get your authorization from? Mine is authorized by the Olympic Organizing Committee, do you want it? Two thousand, there’s room for negotiation."
The female attendant smiled awkwardly and walked away.
Fang Huai got off the train feeling cheerful.
He had reached the entrance of the train station before the text ssage finally arrived.
Squad Leader: Co back on your own, the car is not allowed tonight.
Fang Huai saw the ssage, his tongue made a round in his mouth, he thought for a mont, laughed, and said to himself:
"Huang Zhongjiu... almost forgot about him."
He hailed a taxi.
...
"Yeah, yeah, the entire trip went like this, and there were so pretty fun things, I’ll tell you all about it when I have ti."
"What girl? Only the Olympic Gas have won, we were receiving families of foreign leaders, those princes and princesses and the like, so ugly, you’re the real princess."
"What’s with the secrecy? Just so small concentration training, and he says it’s confidential? Keep it from others, not from you."
"No big deal, fit as a fiddle. Plus, I’ve got so good news."
"Hey, aren’t you on vacation? Whenever you, the fairy, descend to Guiyang, I’ll tell you in person."
"Mmm, can’t chat now, I’ve arrived."
Fang Huai gave a bunch of instructions to little Qingqing, watching the taxi ter jump to 55.
He hung up the phone.
Fang Huai spoke with a Guiyang accent: "Hey, mister, this price seems a bit off, no? 55 yuan from the train station?"
The taxi driver, hearing his sudden change in accent, sat up straight, turned to look at him, and then stubbornly replied:
"Bro, the starting price is ten yuan."
"I know the starting price is ten yuan, but at the red light just now, didn’t your ter jump three tis? What’s up with that?"
The taxi driver looked helpless:
"Fifty, fifty! That okay? I’ll round down!"
Fang Huai smiled and handed him thirty yuan.
"I’m in a good mood today, you should get twenty-five for the distance, here’s an extra five. If you argue, I’m going to file a complaint with traffic managent."
The driver accepted the money sowhat speechlessly.
"Bro, you from around here? Should’ve said sothing earlier then. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered picking you up!"
Fang Huai’s smile was forced as he opened the car door.
I’m a local wherever I go.
He walked on.
He saw Squad Leader Liu Jianfeng in the guard room next to the Squadron gate, with one hand exaggeratedly placed on the table, shielding his head with a sharp gaze focused on the cell phone under the table.
It was unclear if they ever considered the outside view, always damn thinking no one could see them.
From the outside, the reflection of the phone in that side window was crystal clear, and Fang Huai could even make out the QQ interface. Even without seeing the specifics, combined with that goofy smile, anyone would figure out that there was sothing going on under Liu’s table.
To fool the Squadron Leader but not outsiders, seems to be the motto.
Today, he had to let him know the fierceness of society.
Fang Huai quietly slipped in from the sliding door by the wall, making a slight noise that didn’t disturb the deeply focused and smiling Squad Leader Liu at all.
He gently opened a window, and as Liu Jianfeng looked up at that mont, Fang Huai picked up the police baton from the table inside and, eting his startled gaze, casually held it to his head.
Then, with a ferocious look, he said:
"Where are your cadres? Speak, or I’ll kill you!"
"Damn... what are you doing? When did you co back? Why are you wearing that uniform? Did you switch to security?"
Upon recognizing Fang Huai, Liu Jianfeng patted his chest, seemingly relieved.
But Fang Huai did not respond; he continued, "Speak up! I’m a thug! Don’t tell , and I’ll report your phone use during guard duty to your Instructor!"
Liu Jianfeng actually laughed.
"So, a thug, is that it?"
"Yeah!" Fang Huai shouted. "Haven’t you heard about what happened in Kashgar? And you still dare to play?"
"Alright, alright," Liu Jianfeng said, nodding his head and was about to speak.
"Whirrr..." A harsh alarm bell rang out.
"Damn," this ti it was Fang Huai who was shocked. "Where did you hit the alarm?!"
Liu Jianfeng grinned and pointed to the floor: "Our Squadron has installed a switch under the floor, up to bank standards."
Fang Huai felt his mouth twitch and admitted defeat.
But he was reassured.
At least during this critical phase, the brothers weren’t completely unprepared.
At that mont, the quiet building also beca noisy.
"What’s the alarm?"
"What alarm?"
"There wasn’t any dispatch!"
Squad Leader Liu finally tucked his cell phone into his pocket and slid down the side window to shout:
"Demon King Fang is back!"
Upstairs, Old Cao’s voice imdiately echoed, "Damn, you scared the shit out of ! Fang Huai, get up here quick!"
"Coming!" Fang Huai bellowed in reply.
Only then did Liu Jianfeng turn around and remind Fang Huai:
"A deputy instructor ca last month, don’t you joke with him—acts like a fucking idiot."
Fang Huai was a bit puzzled and was about to ask.
"Fang Huai! Fang Huai!"
Fat Han... no, Skinny Han, holding a big broom, charged out from the side courtyard, teary-eyed as he ran over.
Fang Huai’s eyes went wide as he stepped forward and patted his thin face.
"Damn, bro, haven’t you eaten while I was gone? Where’s your pork belly and pork belly rind? How co now there’s only tenderloin and spare ribs left?"
General Han imdiately started bawling, "If you didn’t co back, you’d never see again! I’m about to be transferred!"
Fang Huai guessed what was going on and asked, "What happened? Did the deputy instructor ss with you?"
Han Yong looked shocked, "How did you know?"
His face then turned distraught again as he wailed, "I thought all the beatings in my life were over in the new recruit group, but I didn’t expect there to be more, more—wah!"
Fang Huai’s expression grew heavier as he said:
"How were you beaten? Did you tell General Luo?"
Han Yong imdiately gritted his teeth, "Tell him? Of course! He doesn’t allow us to use our phones now! I don’t rember Uncle Luo’s phone number! By the ti I got to my phone, I called right away!"
Fang Huai’s face relaxed a little, "When do you get your phone?"
"Next year!" Han Yong said indignantly.
"Pfft."
Fang Huai couldn’t hold back and laughed.
He quickly raised his hand, covering the laughter on his face with his palm.
"So... haha... you’re planning to transfer out next year, huh?"
"I’m telling you! I definitely can’t wait until next year! The day can’t take it anymore, I’ll go to the kitchen, grab a knife, and in the middle of the night, I’ll—"
While saying this indignantly, Han Yong even mid the action of slaughtering a chicken with his hand.
"Hey," Fang Huai interrupted, tilting his chin upwards towards the building.
"Is it him? He’s watching you from up there."
Han Yong suddenly turned around and saw a person standing by the second floor’s Squadron Departnt window, staring at them.
The window was half open, not far from them. Speak louder and upstairs could hear everything.
General Han instantly cowered.
Bending down, wielding the broom, he swept towards the other side, and the further he swept, the further away he got.
Fang Huai laughed, watching him and asked, "Not gonna do it anymore?"
Han Yong stood up straight, looking desolate, but he didn’t turn back. Only his distant voice ca through,
"During the Olympics... it’s not a good look, I’ll wait."
Fang Huai, holding back his laughter, let Liu Jianfeng open the door, picking up the two shabby camouflage bags outside and heading upstairs.
Passing by the guard post, Liu Jianfeng stopped him again, saying:
"The little fatty took the most beatings; a few new recruits all got it. Not just them, even Platoon Leader Hao ca back late from leave, and during the late check assembly, he was forced to recite a pledge."
Fang Huai’s expression paused for a mont, after a while, he clenched his teeth on the side of his face but didn’t say anything, and replied:
"I got it."
Having said that, he walked upstairs.
It was then that Liu Jianfeng sat down, sighing deeply:
"f*ck... finally back."
...
You’re going to be an officer.
It’s ti for public announcent.
Don’t be impulsive.
Fang Huai kept restraining himself as he went straight through the Special Duty Squad, Squad Three, Two, Squad One, until he reached the front of the Squadron Departnt.
The entire corridor was eerily quiet, with only the "News Broadcast" audible.
Reaching the door of the Squadron Departnt, Hao Chengbin appeared halfway down the corridor, waving him over.
Fang Huai, however, put down the camouflage bag beside the corridor, waved his hand, indicating they’d talk later.
Then, he knocked on the door.
"Knock knock."
"Reporting!"
Fang Huai called out and then stood up straight.
"Co in!" ca Old Cao’s voice.
As the door opened, two cadres were sitting on the sofa inside.
Old Ye ca out from the inner room, wearing a spring and autumn uniform shirt, with a surprised face, he said:
"Wow, damn, our Demon King Fang is back! How did you turn into a puppet soldier?"
Fang Huai saluted, "Instructor, Captain, Leadership, good evening!"
This new instructor was clearly the type to make a big deal out of small issues.
This rule of watching the "News Broadcast" punctually at 7 o’clock, although written in the daily life routine, was laughable, as no squadron in the entire province had ever observed it.
What a joke, for a first-tier squadron, from 7 to 9 pm was the legitimate ti for evening training. Waiting to assemble after the "News Broadcast," it would be nearly 7:40 pm, and by 9 pm it was ti for a check on vehicles and equipnt. An hour or so of training was just a stretch.
As for second-tier and third-tier, they wouldn’t be so strict. They had their own things to do and could be called to dispatch at any ti.
Since they wanted to be strict, there was no need to provide them with mistakes to criticize.
As far as role models go, I outdo your three with plenty to spare.
Cao Yi saw that Fang Huai quickly grasped the situation and smiled, patting the sofa, he said:
"Co, sit."
Ye Jiahong, who seed like he wanted to carry freedom to the end, not only didn’t wear a uniform, he ca over and tugged on Fang Huai’s clothes, with a sowhat unserious tone, he said:
"Yo! Damn, you’ve even got firefighting badges on your chest and sleeve! Is this from the training class?"
Fang Huai grinned and replied, "Olympics, firefighting security uniform!"
After that, he took out a commorative badge from his bag and handed it to Ye Jiahong.
"Lend you to play with!"
This caught even Cao Yi by surprise, and he stood up to look.
"Damn, you guys in the training class... went to the Olympic Gas?"
Fang Huai curled the corner of his mouth and pointed upwards with his finger, "Last night, the big leader was right in my spot."
"Damn!"
"Damn! Has your Fang family’s ancestors shown their glory?!"
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