Chapter 585: Chapter 440 Who is the Big Shot?_4
The northerners watched Fang Huaifeng’s nonchalant demeanor and suddenly remembered a group of leadership had appeared on the playground.
Fang Huai saw them in a daze and felt amused inside.
It was too easy to bluff them. Hadn’t they heard the one moving the barriers saying, "Someone reported it!"
Can an inspection team’s findings be called a report?
It was I who reported it! What about it!
However, I won’t give you any reason to make trouble for yourself.
But still, those guys were fierce. Hearing this, they just went straight to the point and said:
"Then I challenge you. Will you accept? With such high-intensity martial arts competition and the Ironman race, you shouldn’t be too weak to compete, right?"
Fang Huai’s eyes narrowed.
He thought of something.
After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What’s your name?"
The man puffed out his chest: "Deng Zhiguang!"
Fang Huai seriously recalled the name, found no impression of it, and said somewhat unenthusiastically, "Forget it, I won’t compete with you."
What does that mean?
Immediately, another one stood up.
"Who do you want to compete with? I’m in!"
Once again, Fang Huai asked, "What’s your name?"
"Long Hui!"
Fang Huai shook his head lazily again: "No competition."
The disdain in his words was almost tangible.
If they had any renown, Fang Huai would have considered a match to provoke them a bit.
He was crystal clear in his mind: to probe information about me, you think you won’t pay a price?
This time, the northerners were all staring wide-eyed.
Damn, looking down on us!
Fire lit inside Liaoning’s team leader Sun Jiateng: "I’ll compete with you!"
Fang Huai still cheerfully asked, "And your name is?"
The faces of the group turned sour.
You ask for a name every time someone steps up; do you think you’re holding a purple gold gourd, aiming to collect us all?
But deep down, everyone knew they each had their information. This opponent was checking if any of their powerful members from the whole corps were among them by their names.
If a captain steps up, that’s nothing to scoff at, right? Let’s have a look at each other! After all, we still have Jiang Yonghui as our last resort.
The Liaoning side immediately shouted, "This is our captain, Sun Jia!"
This time, Fang Huai finally showed some interest.
"Alright, but I really don’t want to train. If you want to challenge me, you have to make a bet with me."
"What bet?"
Fang Huai smiled and announced loudly, "Our squadron is recruiting. If you lose, you have to join our squadron!"
The surrounding crowd was stunned at this wager.
What the heck, betting on people directly?!
Sun Jia was in a dilemma.
Damn it, that bet is too harsh! His home is in Liaoning, and it’s easier for him to visit home on vacation. But to freakin’ run off to Guizhou...
The key point is, can he even transfer me?
"Even if I lose, can you transfer me over?"
Fang Huai felt amused inside.
I was waiting for you to ask. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t have the chance to say this in front of so many people.
Fang Huai didn’t move closer; he simply called out loudly:
"Don’t worry about the transfer! If the superior asks you, just agree!
Our squadron is a pilot unit approved by the ministry, with our policies in place! Moreover, our squadron is undergoing renovation and is about to become one of the top three squadrons in the country by land area, with training equipment that’s sure to be among the top nationally! Swimming pools, gyms, you name it. Joining the special rescue sub-team comes with position subsidies, priority promotion to non-commissioned officer, and other preferential policies!
Moreover, the... government has already promised us that next year they’ll allocate a rescue helicopter to us!
How about it? These conditions are not shortchanging you, are they?" ƒreewebɳovel.com
When Fang Huai mentioned "whole corps," he thought for a moment and changed to "government" on the fly, to avoid anyone later quibbling over this huge difference in treatment.
Just a single rescue helicopter costs tens of millions, enough to build two regular squadrons. For firefighting, it’s a huge asset.
But if it’s government action, then it’s beyond the fire brigade’s control. If you have the ability, go ask for it yourself.
The crowd around was stunned.
What the hell.
What’s this?
Is this a fire brigade? A swimming pool, and a helicopter??!
A few from the third training class tsk-tsked inwardly.
"This guy, here to poach people again."
It seemed as if only this could spark all of Number 1’s enthusiasm.
But, the terms were even better than before! How much money did he ask for?
However, the four from the Hunan Provincial Special Brigade One were even more baffled, their eyes full of desire as they looked at Hu Peizhou.
"Chief of Staff? What about us? The same pilot project, why haven’t we heard about the helicopter?"
Hu Peizhou maintained a smile on his face.
Fang Huai saw their astonished expressions and quickly added,
"The conditions are guaranteed to be real! You can find out the details first, then transfer!"
After speaking, he looked at Hu Peizhou next to him, who had a half-smiling expression, and whispered,
"Counselor Hu, those from Shenyang... can transer, right."
Hu Peizhou’s inner turmoil wasn’t as tranquil as he appeared.
Such a poor brigade, yet he even got his hands on a rescue helicopter, this kid is really something, far more ruthless than him. He never had the gall to ask the higher-ups for a plane for Changsha’s Special One.
But he was very clear in his mind that a pilot squadron like this, with a large helicopter, could fully realize the ideal high mobility.
Now, he was down here again, recruiting in person.
He wanted to leave their Hunan pilot project far behind.
But after a moment’s thought, Hu Peizhou nodded, acknowledging Fang Huai, and then spoke up loudly,
"Yes, Little Fang tells the truth. Right now, Hunan also has such a squadron, and Hunan is located in Central China, closer to everywhere!"
Fang Huai’s face darkened.
Ni Ma, I set up the stage, and you steal the show. Isn’t this going too far?
We are allies in this matter, and he couldn’t very well undermine them by saying Hunan didn’t have a helicopter. He could only turn back to the somewhat dazed Sun Jia with a retort.
"What do you think? Dare to bet?"
It was very awkward.
Damn, I conceded three seconds; not betting would make it hard to get off this stage.
He was about to stubbornly agree when a hand beside him tugged at him.
"Let me do it. But I don’t need you to give me three seconds. If I lose, I lose, but this bet is too big. If you want me to join your squadron, you have to beat me by three seconds to make me convinced."
Fang Huai couldn’t help but laugh.
What a talker you are.
Isn’t it still three seconds?
But the other person continued, "What if you lose to me?"
It was then Fang Huai understood his meaning: if he didn’t exceed the three seconds, it meant no bet, but if he lost, he still had to offer a wager.
"Fine, I won’t take advantage of you. But I can’t accept the same bet, I can’t leave this squadron. If I lose, I’ll transfer He Zhijun to your squadron, okay?"
The words fell.
He Zhijun pointed at himself, his mouth forming an "O" shape, and for the first time, his usually resolute face wore a completely bewildered expression.
The surrounding Guizhou Brigade found it somehow funny.
Fang Huai turned his head to see his dazed look and clicked his tongue.
"Trust me."
He Zhijun really wanted to curse.
I’m from Yunnan, from Dali in Yunnan.
Homesickness is a small bet, Yunnan at one end of the country, Liaoning at the other.
You’re trying to kill me.
At that moment, Fang Huai suddenly shook his head.
He Zhijun thought he was having second thoughts.
But the guy said, "Right, you haven’t even told me your name. It’s a bit unfair to trade He Zhijun for you, isn’t it? Who might you be?"
The person across smiled, "Jiang Yonghui."
Fang Huai frowned when he heard the name.
An international rescue diver! Part of the first group to undergo professional diver training, physically top-notch, five-time event champion! Furthermore, this person stayed on as a first-class firefighter at Shenyang Special Duties, teaching the elite of the trade!
No one knew how much Hu Peizhou knew, but he cleared his throat and gazed intently at the Special One’s four men.
Go, bet with him, grab him for me!
Fang Huai caught that look from the corner of his eye and chuckled softly.
No way!
Without hesitation, he slung his arm around He Zhijun’s shoulder and pulled him forward.
"That settles it! I’m betting!"