After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 563: Chapter 433 The Coach Arrives

August 31st, Saturday.

3:20 PM.

"The Ministry of Commerce states that in the second half of 2008, the growth rate of foreign trade will remain stable..."

"Xinhua News Agency, London, August 30th – Quoting remarks made by British Finance Minister Alistair Darling on the 30th, reports say that we are facing the worst situation in 60 years, which exceeds people’s original expectations."

"Earlier, the Bank of England, the central bank of the UK, had already issued a warning saying the employment situation in the UK is worrying, with about 2 million people likely to lose their jobs before Christmas."

"Economic Half Hour" host Ma Hongtao continually spoke of peace and prosperity in China as well as the deep troubles overseas on the television.

"Ah, China is still better off. Look at this, even the Finance Minister says they can’t handle it anymore. The Finance Minister, you know, that’s like our country’s Minister of Finance, right?" Hao Chengbin clicked his tongue.

"Not just that, the British Finance Minister is the second in command after the Prime Minister, the foremost of the four Chief Executives."

As Fang Huai spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the time.

Just 10 days left until the widespread outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis. By mid-September, once Lehman Brothers submits their bankruptcy application, the Americans will indeed start wailing under pressure.

With foreign trade in such dire straits overseas, how could we still have growth at home? freёwebnoѵel.com

China’s current participation in the world division of labor is through its blue ocean of labor force; are there still people borrowing money to buy our products?

That last bit...it’s just like the phone calls home from the new recruit group—reporting good news but not the bad.

If even they started reporting bad news, that probably means they really couldn’t handle it anymore.

"Tsk tsk tsk, second in command, that’s gotta be GWY..." continued Hao Chengbin, still marveled.

However, Fang Huai picked up the remote and switched the channel from Central Channel 2 back to the local "The Spring Sunshine Pig Ba Jie".

"Okay, I know you don’t like watching this. I’ve finished, so you can watch. The car is probably washed by now, I’ll take the guys down to perform the car drill."

Only then did Hao Chengbin’s eyes begin to gleam with interest.

But he looked at Fang Huai again and said:

"Saturday, shouldn’t you rest a bit?"

"Ahh..." Fang Huai yawned, stretched lazily as he got up, and let out a long howl.

"Why sleep more in life, when death brings an eternal slumber!"

That howl pierced through the hallway.

In the corridor, Gui Qiang’s voice from the temporary Squad Five by the washroom echoed back.

"Here comes ’I Demand Your Life 3000’, turn off the TV comrades!"

After the Corps Martial Arts Competition, the National Martial Arts Contest Representative Team was directly taken back to the Second Squadron by Fang Huai.

Continuation training.

A couple of months of training before and after the two competitions.

These guys were a lot tougher than those from the Detachment Martial Arts Competition. In their own detachments, they were well-known figures.

Therefore, Fang Huai had even more rigorous training methods. In addition to the regular training day and night, there was a set of composite exercises devised by Fang Huai himself before going to sleep, integrating push-ups, sit-ups, barbell squats, alternating leg jumps, pull-ups, and balance supports.

In total, there were three thousand reps.

The exercises with fewer reps were more intense. The final body support exercise, which focused on strengthening the core muscles, involved four different movements, each performed only once, but each had to be held for five minutes.

Every day, they would sweat so much that even after training and taking a shower, they would lie in bed and still be sweating.

Thus, the team members gave Fang Huai a very affectionate nickname.

I Demand Your Life 3000.

When Fang Huai heard this nickname, he determined to live up to da Vinci’s reputation and strive for invention and innovation. The next day, he added an 800-meter jog to their pre-sleep exercise routine.

It wasn’t an ordinary 800 meters but a pay-by-installment 800 meters.

An 8×50 meter shuttle run.

He originally intended to do a 4×100 meter shuttle run.

Due to limited space, and the back yard playground not having extended beyond the walls, the distance didn’t suffice. So, they had to sprint for 50 meters and then sprint back, doing it 8 times, which was equally taxing.

Ten men were divided into two groups; after sprinting back, they got in line at the back. The one in front immediately sprinted again for the next round.

The groups would shuffle their members every day and compete.

Competitions always meant something was at stake.

There were eight slots in the shower but ten men, so one group couldn’t finish at once. Therefore, the winning group could shower first after completing all the pre-sleep exercises, while the losers had to wait with their sweaty bodies and also go to bed about ten minutes later as a punishment mechanism.

For the right to a shower, a few extra minutes of sleep, or perhaps for the sake of men’s pride, they ran the 800 meters as if their lives depended on it, even employing relay tactics. By the time they reached the eighth round, less than ten minutes had passed, but in those ten minutes, a normal soldier could end up vomiting on the spot.

For them, however, this was just a warm-up before training.

Lian Xu, the naughtily mischievous one, also began to mimic their mocking tones, "da Vinci, what new torture device have you invented to torment us today?"

Fang Huai chuckled, "This is a torture device? Didn’t you hear what bobcat said in the training class? Lin Chong’s anti-hijacking Squadron treats this as just regular training intensity. You guys even get a noon break; it can’t even be considered a hell week."

At those words, most of them showed a wary expression.

Most of them here had been selected by their Squadrons to attend training courses. Mentioning Lin Chong with his attack-ready cold face and exaggerated explosive power seemed even more terrifying than Fang Huai.

They had heard from Lian Xu that the same freak was often pressed into second place by Fang Huai.

This notion added a layer of mystique to the seemingly easygoing exterior of Fang Huai.

As for Fang Huai now, although he didn’t downplay Lin Chong, it was no longer a daunting term for him. Even in a competition of skills, he only had to go all out to dim the luster of the man who had honed him weapon-like for six years.