The scene of sending off the soldiers had beco sowhat silent because of Fang Huai’s 140 pull-ups.
Wherever Fang Huai passed, the new recruits whispered among themselves as they watched him, while the soldier-receiving cadres and soldiers had an air of profound respect about them, their commands not quite as robust as before.
The new recruits from the Firefighting Detachnt could naturally feel the awe they inspired in the people around them, their complexions lifted with pride—this formidable firefighter was so tough that he could boost the morale of dozens of new recruits just like that.
Even the leaders of the garrison area had caught wind and ca smiling to shake hands with Fang Huai, saying they truly hadn’t been aware that such a hero was participating in the recruitnt. They asked him to say a few words to the new recruits in the yard to encourage them.
Fang Huai politely declined, saying his own service ti was too short to qualify him for that role.
Although he didn’t speak up, everyone silently took to heart what he had said earlier: "Wear your cap properly, fasten your belt correctly, tie your shoelaces tightly, walk with your head held high and your chest out, and speak with an upright and staunch air."
The words of a hero always tend to be persuasive, especially those of a hero who could imdiately awe the entire audience with a simple gesture.
Blow the whistle, board the trucks.
One by one, the new recruits climbed with their butts sticking out into the backs of the trucks, possibly the first ti in their lives they’d ever ridden in one.
The Firefighting Detachnt, as always, enjoyed its superiority—two buses arrived, and since the Training Base for the new recruit group was just a re twenty-sothing kiloters away, these Guiyang soldiers got to enjoy a speedy half-hour express experience straight into enlistnt.
"Captain Fang! I want to join your Squadron! My ho is in Kaiyang... Can I co?"
Finally, at the mont of boarding, Yu Ming plucked up the courage to voice his question to the increasingly imposing firefighting hero in his heart.
Fang Huai just smiled, not giving a direct answer:
"You can’t just join the Second Squadron on a whim; it depends on your performance."
As for whether Kaiyang was a hundred kiloters away from the Second Squadron’s base, that was, in fact, a minor detail to Fang Huai.
Yu Ming still wanted to ask "how to perform," but he was already being ushered into the air-conditioned bus.
Fang Huai watched as the garrison yard gradually emptied and left with deep satisfaction in his heart.
He also deeply understood that many soldiers entering the Firefighting Corps fell into confusion about their future military journey due to the issue of "not bearing arms."
In his previous life, he had been confused himself.
He ca here to let these soldiers know that if they trained well, they could earn enough respect, no matter what kind of soldier they were.
Seeing the high spirits of the Firefighting new recruits as they boarded the vehicles, he thought he had achieved his goal.
Yeah, 100 points.
This month’s recruitnt work had not been in vain.
Work’s done.
...
The end of autumn, marked by the ink-stained moon and white frost, gave way to the initial winter chill of the early days in Qiancun as they awaited the arrival of the leaders.
"The leaders are here!"
At the door of the Second Squadron, Song Lin, who had been on guard like a searchlight, suddenly flung open the Guard Pavilion door and yelled out.
The entire compound imdiately descended into chaos.
Ye Jiahong ran from upstairs to the door in a hurry, poking his head outside.
"Why did they co so suddenly? Got it wrong, didn’t you? Don’t freaking give a false alarm!"
Song Lin, with wide eyes, pointed to the distance, firmly saying, "With so many zeroes! How could I be mistaken? And they’re in an Audi!"
On his insistence, Ye Jiahong also saw the car making a U-turn from the street across and coming toward them.
"Yes... yes, that’s it! The city governnt’s car!"
He then grabbed Song Lin’s Two-Way Radio and pressed to talk.
"It’s all over, the leaders are here! The Detachnt leaders haven’t arrived yet! What are we a bunch of small fries supposed to do to receive them?"
A composed response ca through the radio.
"Don’t panic, they’re coming to see . Let Song Lin stand firm. The ping-pong match I arranged, hurry and start it; don’t worry about the rest, no need to assemble."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiahong rembered sothing and imdiately dashed to the backyard.
Seeing a few people sitting behind the Garage bragging, he imdiately shouted, "You lot are called to play ping-pong, and here you are bragging! Hurry up and play! The leaders have arrived!"
"Oh, right, right, right!"
Zhou Tiannu, Zhang Tianwang, Han Yong, Hu Hongzhi, and two other full-ti mbers, the six selected ping-pong aces of the Second Squadron, imdiately picked up their paddles and dashed to the newly set up table, starting a ga of doubles ping-pong.
anwhile, Fang Huai ca down from upstairs.
Two cars, under the salute of Song Lin with white gloves, were driving into the compound.
Fang Huai sighed to himself, acknowledging that there was indeed a need for this image post—it added a touch of impressiveness to the compound.
"Secretary General!"
Although Leader Hao had been promoted, Fang Huai still used his old title as a sign of closeness.
The two leaders got out of the car and shook hands with Fang Huai.
Secretary General Hao looked at Fang Huai with a sort of admiration.
Compared to the young man he used to know, Fang Huai now walked and presented himself with a steadfastness that ca with the authority of his position.
He had progressed rapidly.
"Hahaha, Little Fang, becoming a cadre has really livened you up, hasn’t it?"
"Secretary General, you look even younger." Fang Huai responded with a smile.
There was more to that comnt.
It’s not just that the person seed younger because they appeared more vigorous, but also because taking a step up to a deputy leader position revived one’s political career.
"Hahaha... you little rascal, talk to more, I’ll get even younger!"
Leader Hao subtly signaled to Mayor Liu his close relationship with Fang, indicating that the upcoming conversation could be open and without reservations.
Leader Hao truly believed in Fang Huai’s economic insight—over the past few months, everything Fang Huai had told him had co to pass, so there was no need for Mayor Liu to keep doubting the substance of their dialogue.
Mayor Liu, catching the signal, also waved his hand to dismiss those nearby and joined in the conversation.
"The weather has suddenly turned cold, hasn’t it? Little Fang, how are the Squadron soldiers doing with their winter preparations?"
"Mayor, the Detachnt has already provided natural gas heating! Every squad has heating panels and air conditioning—very well equipped! Our soldiers are saying it’s too warm! They insist on coming out to get so air! Right now, there are a few of them playing ping-pong in the backyard!"
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