After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 544: 426

After dinner, at seven o’clock.

"Alright, alright, alright."

"Yes, yes, yes, that’s the way to do it."

"Since we’ve got a deal with Midea and Sharp, let’s put Chongqing Changhong on hold and wait for them to come to us!" freewebnovel.cσ๓

"Don’t overthink it. Farmers may recognize brands, but they recognize cheap prices even more! Sharp’s re-entry into China is because business in Southeast Asia isn’t easy for the Japanese either. We need to push hard when negotiating the terms!"

"Just like that! Yeah, once we’ve nailed down the deal, we can get the products on the shelves! We need to get our promotions going, keep profits low for now, we want the public to get to know our Huali Electric retail brand!"

"Don’t worry, we’re already ahead in terms of scale. I think in a couple of months, we’ll be able to take contracts from major manufacturers to the banks and gradually open up the rural market in the south."

"You’re going to need more people. Let President Jiang handle that, the company structure, employee ratings, I’ve already discussed what needed to be discussed with him."

"Alright, Dad, take care of your health."

"I get along great with Yang Shaoqing, you don’t have to worry about me, bye."

Fang Huai felt parched after talking so much. He set down the phone, picked up the water cup from the table, flipped it open, and took a drink, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The old man has become wiser now, huh? Knowing how to use the market to pressure people. From the sound of his voice, he was clearly much more confident.

Damn, I’m finally turning myself into a genuine second-generation heir.

Training the old man has taken more effort than being a first-generation heir myself!

What can I say, I have aspirations, don’t I?

Aspirations, ah, aspirations.

Fang Huai walked out of the study room, and everyone resting outside looked at him.

It reminded him of the relatives who would gather at home back in the countryside.

When Fang Huai had previously taken a call in the study, he had been talking about contracts worth thirty million, fifty million, a hundred million, and giving orders to this president, that president, to do this, do that—his presence was so overwhelming that everyone watching TV came out to give him space for his "meeting."

"What are you looking at?"

While texting and flirting with Yang Shaoqing, Fang Huai looked up and asked.

Nobody dared to speak up, not even Chen Zhenghai, the second-generation heir.

Damn, we’re not on the same level of wealth!

Lian Xu, who just transferred to the Special Duty Squad and took over Wu Di’s bunk, was also numb-faced. frёewebnoѵēl.com

A couple of days ago, he saw the Squadron’s "Dream Life Column" and curiously asked some people in the squadron what Fang Huai meant by filling in "doesn’t lack money."

Everyone just laughed and said: Not lacking money means not lacking money.

Today he understood what not lacking money meant.

The first to speak up had to be Squad Leader Hao.

"Your family’s business... has it grown this big?"

Fang Huai smiled and said, "Without doing business, where would I get the money to treat you guys to water and late-night snacks every day? Oh, Captain Huang, Lian Xu, you need to control your diet! Eat more beef, low-fat, high-sugar foods, like rice, noodles, fruits. Eat something easy to digest when training times are close to meal times, it’s easier on the stomach, and add some dairy products... Never mind, I need to go to the Squadron Department to arrange meals separately for the concentration training."

Talking to himself while texting, he turned and walked out the door.

Several people in the squad were left looking stunned.

"...He’s really busy," Lian Xu said dumbfoundedly.

Hao Chengbin shook his head with a smile and sighed. "Ever since he became a cadre, he’s been living like he’s being chased by death."

Chen Zhenghai nodded in agreement, "Let him join us for a round of Dota for the Special Service Cup, and after 15 minutes he starts rushing us to push the high ground, ’Three Lines’ backdoor tactics, stealing the First Squadron’s sons of turtles. They cursed on the public screen nonstop."

Zhou Tiannu laughed, "Yeah, I didn’t know before, but his gaming skills are so good. He ganked First Squadron’s jungle and bottom lane several times. It felt like before, he was just playing casually. That day I saw him play seriously."

Huang Yong summed up, "The squadron’s tasks are too tight."

Everyone replied with a "hm" and nodded.

Wang Peng, the newly appointed Deputy Squad Leader, looked toward the door, feeling a surge of emotion. Looking around and seeing nothing else to do, he decided to grab some cleaning tools and prepare to wipe down the bedframes.

But just as he stepped out, he saw Fang Huai, Cao Yi, and Chen Zhechang bustling out.

"Diet must be taken seriously. I think we can submit a report to the Detachment; this time we could also hire a coaching team to adjust everyone’s condition."

"Hmm, that sounds good. The Chief of Staff mentioned it this morning too. I’ll report back to the Chief of Staff in a bit."

"Instructor Cao, we’ll all be training at the Training Base for the next few days. I won’t be able to keep an eye on the Squadron training, so don’t fall behind. Starting from tomorrow, let Assistant He take another number three car. The Base isn’t too far from here. If there’s a fire alarm, call us, and we’ll come right over."

"I know, but with you all so busy with training, you don’t have to go on Police Dispatch, right?"

"That definitely won’t do! Liu Jianfeng and the others have left for training, taking three with them. We have four here, and from tomorrow, we’ll need another two to take care of equipment, plus two safety officers—at least eight people. How many combatants does that leave us in the Squadron?

We’ll definitely have to come for fire alarms. I’ll try to rotate support personnel, so we don’t fall too far behind in training... Tsk, I think we’ll need to reserve a few more spots for new recruits at the end of the year.

There’s just too much and too many things coming up. We need to train this year’s conscripts more in aspects beyond physical abilities. Only when next year’s First-class soldiers are fully rounded will they be able to bring up the new recruits well. If we want the Squadron to get better year by year, we have to start with the conscripts.

For the Martial Arts Competition support, I’ll try not to involve them. Instructor Cao, you’ll need to train them well."

Fang Huai’s voice echoed down the corridors, and the same year soldiers in various squads trembled at the sound.