Leader Hao laughed heartily as he passed the bowl to Fang Huai, the admiration in his gesture almost spilling over from the envy of the cadres at the two tables nearby.
Political Commissar Wu also burst into laughter, "Right, right, right, I want a bowl too!"
Mayor Liu smiled lightly, raising his bowl as if to gild the lily.
One person, serving so many leaders soup, that was treatnt.
Here and now, to take a sip of the soup Fang Huai served was even more a sign of support.
Fang Huai held the ladle and dished out soup with a foolish grin, one bowl for you, one for him, making Old Zhang feel rather sour.
This is my nephew, why is he always playing the dutiful son for others?
Seeing Detachnt Captain Li and Political Commissar Cheng lining up, he didn’t bother to lift his bowl anymore, stood up directly, and said sowhat imperiously,
"Little Fang! Hand over the ladle after you’re done! I have to snatch a sip too! The soup will be gone!"
"Hahaha..."
The dining atmosphere beca warm again.
...
After dinner, at the cafeteria door.
"Haha... Let’s go, Little Fang!"
"Leader Hao, Mayor Liu! I’ll see you out!"
Leader Hao waved, "No need, go, take good care of your leaders! Work hard, you’ve got great vision, capable of big things! But rember, be mindful of the tis and weigh the situation!"
"Yes!"
The two leaders got into their car from the back yard, and as they passed the front yard, several firefighting leaders also ca forward to say goodbye.
The leaders waved from the car, and the vehicle drove out the gate.
But the excitent did not subside for a mont, as the whole corps and detachnt leaders took the opportunity to stroll to the back yard to check on the Second Squadron’s construction progress.
Just as Fang Huai was about to follow them to the back yard, General Luo, who was giving Han Yong earnest advice in front of the garage, beckoned him over.
"Little Fang, co here!"
"Corps Captain!" Fang Huai jogged over to General Luo’s side.
"Little Fang," General Luo said with a beaming smile, "I heard your business acun is quite good! Are you managing the business at ho?"
Fang Huai quickly replied with a smile, "It’s just a small business; I just throw out so ideas!"
General Luo shook his head with a smile, "You, you’re a soldier of the sa year as Han Yong, and I’ve heard from him too. This year, he’s made great progress in the Second Squadron, thanks to your guidance. I want to thank you on behalf of his parents! Please continue to guide him, including in business matters, as he has serious responsibilities when he gets discharged next year."
"Hey," Fang Huai lifted his hand and patted Han Yong’s back, "Don’t worry! Han Yong and I share a bond as sa year soldiers, I would do it without you having to ask!"
But Han Yong rolled his eyes and muttered quietly, "Braggart, you’re so busy, you don’t have ti to worry about !"
Fang Huai imdiately twisted his mouth in response to being undercut.
"Brother, if you’re going to talk like that, next year, I’ll make sure to help you shed another ten pounds!"
Han Yong’s eyes widened with fear as he tactically retreated.
"No need for that! Instructor Cao has already spoken to , and I’m planning to be a Communication Officer next year!"
The Second Squadron was about to get busier with more people, and the position of Communication Officer had been upgraded to two, but Fang Huai didn’t know that Han Yong had already been assigned there.
Fang Huai thought for a mont and said, "That’s good too, as long as you’re determined to be discharged, safe and sound, back ho."
General Luo nodded, "No need to make exceptions for Han Yong, let him do what he needs to do. Little Fang, your urgent task right now is to establish the Squadron’s work solidly. Being a national pilot is also your first step as a cadre. This step must be taken well, otherwise, it will be difficult to gain full trust in the future for any significant undertakings."
Fang Huai imdiately replied seriously, "I understand, Corps Captain. The Squadron’s renovation work, the Detachnt’s ergency response—having finally gained a platform, I will put all my effort into the forthcoming year! I’ll eat my rice one bite at a ti and won’t pick up the sesa seeds only to lose the waterlon!"
"Hmm." General Luo, seeing that he understood, waved toward the back yard,
"Let’s go, accompany to take a look. If the Squadron encounters any issues that the Detachnt cannot resolve, you can co directly to . The whole regint will consider giving priority to those issues."
Saying this, he walked ahead with his hands behind his back.
Fang Huai paused, feeling General Luo’s resolve, and was invigorated. He quickly caught up.
...
Nightti.
The wind turned sharp, and the Squadron’s front yard, after the last wave of Detachnt leaders left, returned to utter tranquility.
The four cadres of the Squadron stood at the gate, watching the Detachnt’s administrative car disappear at the junction.
"Damn, a bowl of lamb soup, and leaders from the Big Team, Detachnt, whole corps, four levels of leaders scrambling to drink it." Ye Jiahong smacked his lips in disbelief.
Huang Zhongjiu also shook his head, "Those leaders, when I was in the county Squadron, I couldn’t see this many even in ten years."
Cao Yi laughed and patted Fang Huai on the back, "Ask that place in Beijing to send more soup over, from today on, your lamb spine is probably going to be famous throughout the whole regint. I reckon there won’t be a shortage of people coming to drink the soup."
Fang Huai chuckled, his lips curling into a smile.
"Is the soup what’s important? No, it’s the one dishing it out! Brothers, the opportunity is here, let’s work hard! If we do well, this bowl of soup is going to taste fantastic!"
The three of them, encouraged by his words, rallied together.
"Hahaha, let’s do it!"
"Do it!"
"Do it!"
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