Free Web NovelChapter 183: Chapter 135: Martial Arts Competition Spring Training?
The troops are not only about the smoke of equipment and the fire of guns but also include the kitchen smoke and stove fire.
It’s the same with the firefighting forces.
On this Sunday, the old squad leaders of the squadron had all set aside their computer games and happily went to the kitchen to take turns cooking, showing off their skills.
I don’t know about other troops, but almost every old soldier in the firefighting forces has some cooking skills.
As new recruits, everyone helped in the kitchen for a year, washing and cutting vegetables and assisting, and as for stir-frying, many had learned just by watching.
Plus, there’s only one cook per squadron, and when the cook is on vacation, everyone in the squadron takes turns cooking.
With a lot of dishes to prepare and not enough stoves, the two brick stoves in the backyard were fired up for cooking meat.
Everyone was bustling about because the cadres from the Second Squadron had called the whole corps and No.1 Middle School, saying they got a cow and wanted to treat everyone to a meal.
Of course, before making the calls, Cao Yi had symbolically asked for the opinion of Fang Huai, the wealthy host.
Fang Huai chuckled, saying that once a cow entered the gate of the Second Squadron, it was seized property, and the leaders could arrange things as they saw fit.
Although Cao Yi knew Fang Huai wouldn’t mind, he couldn’t help but pat Fang Huai on the shoulder and admire:
"Young man, you have a limitless future!"
Cao Yi had also quietly heard some complaints from Instructor Liu about Wen Jingsong’s matters yesterday, and now, contrasting it with Fang Huai’s behavior, he couldn’t help but feel that people are different.
Both from influential backgrounds, even though Captain Zhang had one less star on his shoulder for now, he was young, and anyone with a bit of inside information knew that after the Chief of Staff retired, Captain Zhang would move to an even more important position.
As the cadres of the provincial city, even though their connections were within the Detachment, they had more timely information and knew more details than other places.
The Chief of Staff was due to retire at the end of the year, and in fact, Captain Zhang had already started handing over some of the responsibilities.
And looking at Captain Zhang’s attitude towards Fang Huai when he arrived, it was hardly different from that towards his own son.
It seems like Captain Zhang was newly married and didn’t have any children yet.
Hearing Captain Zhang talk, Fang Huai’s mother is his only sister, so what difference is there between his nephew and his own son?
Not the least bit haughty!
Cao Yi’s fondness for Fang Huai couldn’t help but lead him to heap praises upon him.
If Fang Huai knew what Cao Yi was thinking, he’d probably laugh.
Not only does his uncle have children, but they are quite grown up; his uncle got married right after graduation, and his cousin is only a year younger than him. It’s just that his former aunt took his sister away to raise her after remarrying.
But being akin to a son is also not wrong; Fang Huai has always had a good relationship with his uncle since he was young.
Their relationship was not exactly like father and son, more like friends.
Many of Fang Huai’s skills were initiated by Zhang Zhongting, such as playing the guitar, using a computer... and wooing girls.
The first time Fang Huai took a liking to a girl during his adolescence and secretly wrote a love letter, which he kept in his school bag, Zhang Zhongting found out and taught him that these things were useless; he needed to learn how to show himself off.
As a result, Fang Huai figured out the girl liked watching boys play basketball and picked an opportunity to show off his ball handling in front of her.
He got carried away, and with one shot—damn precise—it hit the girl right in the forehead.
End of story.
Later, when Zhang Zhongting found out, he was so angry he kicked Fang Huai several times and then taught him the guitar, telling him to conquer girls with music in the future.
So, the first time Fang Huai met his uncle in the new recruit group, their chat was not as restrained as that between elders and juniors.
Fang Huai, after his rebirth, treated his uncle even more like a reasonable friend, rather than the reliant relationship Cao Yi imagined.
In Director Fang’s eyes, he himself was the one his uncle depended on.
He could bring glory, earn money, and even save lives!
...
At five thirty, the First Squadron, one after the other, the vehicles from the whole corps entered the Second Squadron.
As soon as they got off, someone shouted, "Instructor Cao! I heard that Fang Huai in your squadron pulled off 39 pull-ups on the single bar and even bought a cow to celebrate?
Do you need to make such a big fuss?
If there’s a wedding celebration, wait until you hit 60 pull-ups, then we’ll talk! I’ll prepare a big red envelope when the time comes!"
Fang Huai was in the front yard and hearing Captain Huang’s words, he was so annoyed he itched to respond.
Damn, just say how much you’ll give, and if it’s a sizable amount, I’ll go to the system and take out a high-interest loan today.
Cao Yi’s response was even more straightforward: "Are you eating or not! If you don’t want to, go back to your squadron!"
"Of course, I’m eating! Our squadron hasn’t even started cooking yet! We all came here to freeload, and if you don’t let me eat, I’ll go beg on the streets!" Captain Huang said with a somewhat shameless grin.
Who knew that from the back of the big team’s communication vehicle, the Instructor also got out, and started yelling with a high tone:
"Huang Yi! You’re uttering too much nonsense all day! This is the main street with people coming and going, don’t you know to be a bit more mindful of your impact?
Want to beg? Go ahead! Do you have the tools for begging?
I’ll report and have your salary cut next month, and find a blacksmith to make you a gilded rice bowl!"
Huang Yi wasn’t feeling so cheeky all of a sudden, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Instructor, where can you find a blacksmith these days..."
The First Squadron Officers from the side quickly ran to the edges, afraid of being caught in the Instructor’s firing line.
Following behind, Wen Jingsong glanced over and spotted Fang Huai, who was cleaning the garage in the front yard; unlike the other soldiers who dodged upstairs, he walked towards the Instructor, chuckling:
"Instructor..."
Then, he fished out a cigarette from his pocket and passed one to Old Teacher He.
Old Teacher He didn’t refuse, took the cigarette, and found it was a Yellow Crane Pavilion 1916, a special Olympic edition, 65 yuan a pack.
"Wow, smoking something even fancier than me? Where did you get this?"
At this moment, Wen Jingsong also acted a bit like a lackey, not daring to look too proud, and chuckled while lighting a cigarette for the instructor:
"Bought it, bought it."
Everyone’s gazes were somewhat peculiar.
The instructor had a powerful presence and was known to flip his lid in an instant, so Wen Jingsong daring to offer him a cigarette meant he must have some significant backing to be so bold.
Wen Jingsong did it on purpose; Fang Huai had said he would treat them to beef yesterday, and today he actually did, which was no doubt a slap in his face.
This move was naturally meant to show Fang Huai what real power looked like.
Though Old Teacher He had a ruffian air, his tolerance for certain things was obviously higher than that of the squadron leaders, so he showed no reaction to First-class Soldier Wen Jingsong’s slickness, and instead exclaimed loudly:
"What’s with offering such a fancy cigarette? If you really care, why don’t you ask your dad to allot more to our food budget?
Look at us, even having our soldiers dig into their own pockets to treat others, just to improve our meals!"
The instructor was just joking, and at this point, if Wen Jingsong had any sense, he should have said something like, "My dad doesn’t have that kind of power," or "He doesn’t have that ability,"
Or he could have just chuckled and said nothing more to end the matter.
But instead, he chuckled and flatteringly replied, "Alright, alright."
The instructor smiled but was somewhat irked inside.
This Wen Jingsong, his cunning was too sharp, overshadowing his intelligence.
"Eat more walnuts," Old Teacher He patted Wen Jingsong on the shoulder and sneakily advised before heading to the cafeteria.
Wen Jingsong’s face suddenly darkened.
Fang Huai, who was dragging a broom around the garage to eavesdrop on the conversation on purpose, heard the instructor’s teasing and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Wen Jingsong suddenly turned back, staring at Fang Huai.
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"What the hell are you laughing at?"
As he spoke, he lifted his foot pulled up his trouser leg, and said, "Your uncle bluffed a lucky thirteen mahjong tile off of me last night, pissed me off so much I tore a hole in my sock!
And you have the money to treat the squadron to a full beef feast!
Run off to the supermarket across the street and buy me a pair of socks to compensate!"
Fang Huai’s inner self was rolling with laughter, but he quickly composed himself and stood at attention saying, "Yes, Instructor!"
"If you earn money, save some for yourself! Spend less!" the instructor lectured again before finally heading toward the kitchen.
"Yes!" Fang Huai said with a smile.
The instructor knew he made money, so it seemed he had called his uncle to inquire.
Well, it made sense, spending several thousand yuan was not a small amount for any family, so Master He would have definitely informed his uncle.
But since Master He told him to "spend less," it seemed his uncle hadn’t told him about how much he had made.
Fang Huai turned and saw Wen Jingsong and some officers from the First Squadron staring at him in astonishment, as if trying to guess who the instructor’s uncle was.
This new recruit also has connections?
But Fang Huai just put the mop aside, picked up the broom again, and started sweeping dust towards Wen Jingsong.
"Squad leader, please make way."
Heh heh.
What are you all looking at me for? I’m just a sweeper from the Second Squadron.
...
o’clock.
"Unity... get ready to sing!"
"Unity is strength! Unity is strength! This strength is like iron, this strength is like steel..."
In the courtyard, the voices of the two squadrons came together, raising an unprecedentedly vigorous Ding-dong song that drew passersby to stop and watch.
After the song, the instructor stepped out of the line and turned back to announce loudly:
"Since both squadrons are present, I will say a few words! March is here! At the end of March, the Head of the Corps has a Spring Training Grand Martial Arts Competition! Mid-month, the Detachment is organizing a training session for ten days!
You two squadrons have to discuss the competition slots; the Detachment is sending 18 people, and we, from Special Duty, need to supply four!
Second, Second Squadron will be the training ground!
Organize the logistic support and the trainees’ life management well! This year, we also need to add one more thing: discipline and style management!
This has been emphasized step by step from the whole corps to the Detachment!
Strict adherence to leave policies, mobile phone management, and alcohol consumption is a must!
The leaders of Second Squadron, see to it! Detachment leadership will come down to check from time to time, and the Head of the Corps is also very close!
If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible for leadership!"
"Ah... we have to compete again..."
As soon as the words were spoken, there was a collective groan from below.
