After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 281: Chapter 222 How Do You Prove, You Are You?

Am, 00:00.

A new day had just arrived.

As the fire truck slowly turned around, Fang Huai glanced at his watch, wiped his face, and let out a long sigh,

"Ah, there goes the high jump training scheduled for tomorrow morning. Now we can’t do it!"

But Ye Jiahong laughed and said, "Don’t worry, rookie! It’s just breaking down a door! It’ll take only a few minutes, and we’ll be back!"

Those words made Hu Hongzhi the one to wail.

"I’d rather have a long call! My shift starts at one o’clock!"

Driving, Squad Leader Fang chuckled, "Xiao Hu, that’s dangerous thinking. As the Deputy Squad Leader, you should have a more active attitude about standing guard for the people!"

Hu Hongzhi rolled his eyes, turned to Fang Huai, and said with a grin,

"Your shift is at seven, right? How about we swap? You could sleep in a bit, no need to clean with your same year soldiers. How’s that?

You’re already a squad leader now, you shouldn’t have to clean the garage and front yard anymore!"

Fang Huai smiled, "Thanks for your concern, squad leader, but I’ll stick to cleaning."

Ye Jiahong also turned around, and with furrowed brows and stern eyes, scolded Hu Hongzhi in a half-baked Beijing accent,

"You traitor, daring to engage in such corruption in front of me, the overseer! Can our Squad Leader Fang, an upright leader, and reserve cadre, have the same lack of awareness as you, a tiny Deputy Squad Leader?"

"Hahaha..."

...

Briskly bragging their way awake, they arrived at the scene.

They couldn’t get through.

At the entrance, a line of cars was parked all the way to the corner.

Getting blocked by traffic on a residential call wasn’t exactly rare; if it didn’t happen eight times out of ten, it happened at least twice or thrice.

These days, most residential areas didn’t implement a separation of pedestrian and vehicle traffic, and there were many old-style housing complexes with narrow passages.

Forget about a line of cars; even one parked car made it tough to get through.

Everyone was pretty calm, except for Zeng Zhigao, the second stage non-commissioned officer of the rescue team, who was grinding his teeth in anger.

"Before I went home on leave, I encountered a residential area we couldn’t enter, wasting half an hour outside! I hadn’t been back long before I ran into another one. Don’t these residents fear their homes catching fire?

Sometimes, I really feel like ramming through each of them!"

Ye Jiahong, however, just smiled, "Hey, we’re the fire brigade, serving the people. It’s not urgent today, so let’s not fight with the masses!"

With that, he counted the line of cars.

Nine.

Then, he turned and pulled out a stack of tickets and a bottle of glue from the glove compartment.

He heaved a sigh, "Ah...blocking a firefighting access way, three hundred a ticket, that’s two thousand seven! Meng Qiang, get out, take pictures of each one, and submit them to the Big Team tomorrow. Contact the Traffic Police department and have them come to pay the fines at the Big Team!

Make sure to include our dispatch vehicles in the photos!

Xiao Haishan, grab the dual-wheel cutter and safety goggles. Let’s go, today you’ll be Number One Staff, with your same year Squad Leader Fang as support!"

"Yes!" Xiao Haishan was clearly excited.

Hearing this, everyone revealed smiles.

Walking through the gate, Ye Jiahong hummed a song along the way.

"I’m a painter...a master of painting skills! When it comes to generating revenue for the Big Team, it all rides on me...against!"

"Painting the roof and then the windows, the brush flying as if...one!

"Oh my little Squadron, has changed and changed...appearance!" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

He sang a line for each car he ticketed.

Fang Huai followed behind, rolling his eyes at the sound.

Apart from anything else, when it came to humor, Ye Jiahong truly was the Second Squadron’s top entertainer. While Cao Yi rigorously trained their physical skills, he rigorously trained their verbal skills.

If Chen Zhenghai were here, listening to the two of them brag tonight, probably no one would feel sleepy.

It was a walk-up apartment, and each floor had its unit numbers clearly visible. It didn’t take long to find Building F Room 402.

This time, there were no unexpected occurrences. A man and a woman were sitting at the doorstep.

The man, with bleary, drunk eyes, leaned against the wall at the entrance, guzzling mineral water, while the woman sat at the edge of the stairs.

The woman immediately stood up when she saw them and greeted them,

"Hello, we both forgot our keys."

The leading Ye Jiahong straightened up a bit, nodded, and asked,

"I know, did you report the situation yourselves? Have you contacted a locksmith?"

The man on the ground shook his head.

The woman quickly approached, apologetically smiling, "We did! They came! Said they couldn’t open it! They said the lock can only be opened from inside!"

Everyone paused for a moment.

The peephole was so large and seemed loose. It couldn’t be opened?

We are firefighters, having handled more locks than you’ve ever seen!

No need for explanations, everyone quickly caught her drift.

It’s not that it couldn’t be opened, really; it just depends on the mood.

Principally, it shouldn’t be opened.

If they made an exception once, word would get out. Next time there’s a similar situation in the area, the number of cases would skyrocket. Perhaps other fire brigades would not assist, and they’d be told off for that.

If they started this practice, just unlocking doors alone would consume half of their emergency resources. They’d either be unlocking doors or on their way to do so all day long.

But in those days, people were more honest. There wasn’t any viral information spreading or mobile phone recording, and if it was convenient and the homeowner was nice, it wasn’t unprecedented to make an exception.

However, this particular building today was outfitted with security bars on every window and the stairwell windows were of the push-up type with small openings; Ye Jiahong wouldn’t risk it.

So he simply shook his head, "Definitely can’t open it from the inside. This window is quite narrow, and there’s no foothold on the outside; we can’t take that risk."

The woman, seeing that Ye Jiahong directly brought up this topic, got excited and pointed upstairs:

"No need to go out from here! Upstairs! There’s a big window upstairs, I’ve already checked it. You can hang down from there, walk two steps to the side, and you can enter through the window of my kitchen!"

As she spoke, she started leading them upstairs.

After walking two steps, she realized that no one had moved.

Fang Huai spoke up at this time: "You better find a locksmith.

We, the Fire Brigade, can only break doors. If you’re willing, we can do that for you.

If not, sign here, and we’ll leave. The method you mentioned, we cannot do it, let alone at night when visibility is zero, even during the day it’s not possible."

Upon hearing these words, the man on the ground had a reaction, lifted his head with drunken, bleary eyes, and with great indignation, bellowed:

"You can’t solve it, what kind of soldiers are you? I, a taxpayer, support you, feed you, have you been raised for nothing?"

With a "whoosh", he threw the half bottle of mineral water in his hand.

Fang Huai caught it with one hand.

Clenching his teeth, he turned around, using a fierce force in his wrist.

"Bang!"

All the sound-controlled lights in the stairwell lit up several floors at once.

The mineral water bottle bounced against the wall several times before it stopped.

When Fang Huai turned back, his eyes were suddenly sharp.

The woman was frightened into letting out a scream.

The drunk man, leaning against the wall, stood up, his intimidating demeanor belying his inner timidity: "What are you trying to do? Want to fight me?"

Ye Jiahong was also angry by now: "You dare to assault an officer?"

After saying that, he pointed to the armband on his arm: "People’s Armed Police of China! Did you see it or not?"

The drunk was startled sober by these words, but when he saw the emergency rescue suits on Fang Huai and the others, he also recovered his wits:

"If you guys don’t open up, I’ll go to your department and complain tomorrow! We, we’ve been cooking at home!

If we don’t get in now, there will be a fire soon! It will be all your fault!"

At this moment, Ye Jiahong’s mobile phone rang again.

He glanced at the phone, knit his brows, answered the call, and headed to the stairway.

Seeing this, Fang Huai was also confused.

Oh my god, a sleepless night.

Yet the drunk man was still making a fuss: "Are you going to open up or not? If not, I’ll file a complaint!"

Fang Huai’s eyes narrowed: "Open what? We now suspect you of making a false emergency call. Do you have the homeowner’s proof?"

The woman finally spoke up: "Young comrade, we didn’t bring our keys, how could we have the homeowner’s proof with us?"

"Then how can you prove you are the homeowner?"

As soon as Fang Huai finished speaking, the woman immediately pulled out her ID card and handed it to Fang Huai: "Look, the address on this is here!"

Fang Huai took the ID card, glanced at it, and laughed.

This ID card belonged to someone named Chen Chunyan.

The photo looked nothing like the woman in front of him.

Fang Huai handed the ID card back to her and posed an epic question worthy of the bureaucratic runaround:

"How can you prove that you are Chen Chunyan? Wait until the police station opens, and get a proof then."

All his comrades around were stupefied.

Oh my god, I’ve been a firefighter for years and have never troubled the public like this!

The drunk was furious: "You are just being obstructive!"

"Weren’t you the one being obstructive first?" Fang Huai said with a smile.

Fang Huai had no intention of opening the door for them; he just wanted them to get so frustrated that they’d decide against it, and that would be the end of it. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

If he had really intended to mess with this drunk tonight, that earlier throw would have hit him in the face with the water bottle. Regardless of whether he was injured or not, he would have had to spend the night at the police station.

At this moment, Ye Jiahong came back, looking hurried and clearly not in the mood for nonsense, he yelled loudly:

"Do you want to break the door or not? No more nonsense! We have an emergency!"

"I was talking to your Fire Brigade’s Captain Sun..."

The drunk man wanted to ramble on, but Ye Jiahong turned around, gestured with his hand, and said: "Let’s go! Fire emergency!"

Everyone suddenly became solemn, and Fang Huai quickly grabbed the equipment and left.

The woman became anxious.

At this time of night, where would she sleep if the door wasn’t opened? Without a phone, it was impossible to even find a locksmith!

"Open it! We will open it! Just make sure to cut the door evenly! We’ll see if we can get someone to weld it back on, okay?"

But Ye Jiahong shook his head: "We need the cutter right now for an emergency, no time to mess with your door! If you want it opened, we’ll leave someone here to pry it open with a crowbar! Let me be clear, the crowbar will need to use the door frame as a pivot point, forget saving the door, even the door frame won’t be spared!"

The man and woman were stunned.

...

In the end, they were given a locksmith’s business card.

And Fang Huai, with a keen eye, saw the woman’s vehicle registration when she was rummaging through her purse.

As they left, they noticed that their car was one of the nine parked in the fire lane, ticketed for obstruction.

How satisfying.

He knew that Captain Sun, though he didn’t know from where. He wondered if he could get them out of the ticket.

Although the satisfaction rating of firefighting and rescue work always remained high, it never reached over 90%, all because of people who treated firefighters like servants.

Oh my god, even if we were servants, we shouldn’t be taken for granted in every situation, right?