Free Web NovelChapter 674: Chapter 470 How to turn takeout into express delivery?_2
Cao Yi rolled his eyes, "It’s the bureau chief’s fury!"
Fang Huai heard this and couldn’t help laughing, "That’s what you call official airs!"
As he was about to laugh out loud, a voice came from behind.
"Little Fang, what’s this about official airs?"
At that voice, Fang Huai felt a chill run down his spine.
He turned around immediately and saw Vice Bureau Chief Yu and several award-winning firefighter officers smiling and walking over. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
He snapped to attention.
"Good day, Chief!"
Hearing this, Cao Yi’s mind went blank.
The leaders of the Great Hall of the People were remote and powerful. When it came to deciding their futures with a single word, this man was the one to please!
The squadron’s reform was proceeding with great vigor, all thanks to a word from him!
"Good day, Chief!"
Cao Yi felt uneasy. How did he end up catching Ye Jiahong’s blunt mannerisms, especially at such a critical moment!
However, Vice Bureau Chief Yu’s smile was warm. He nodded, then walked up to Fang Huai with his hands clasped behind his back, looked intently at the medal on Fang Huai’s chest, and sighed,
"I didn’t expect that the superiors would indeed give you the honor you deserve. The organization hasn’t forgotten about us. From now on, your every move will be watched by over a hundred thousand firefighter soldiers; you must study hard! You need to put in more effort and be cautious in your words and actions, and proactively report!"
Fang Huai’s unique honor meant that the entire firefighting forces would have to start activities such as "learning from Comrade Fang Huai."
In fact, no one could dispute his achievements, and in this regard, Vice Bureau Chief Yu was quite relieved.
Currently, Fang Huai was at the forefront of firefighting reform, and many of his ideas, which Vice Bureau Chief Yu had seen, were very bold.
So bold that Yu hesitated to engage in conversation about them.
So bold that he felt compelled to remind Fang Huai to be careful in what he said and did.
Fang Huai was well aware of this caution.
But this time, he didn’t respond with the perfunctory words the leadership liked to hear. Instead, he said earnestly,
"Chief, during my study at the academy, I’ve come to understand the importance of combining theory with practice. Don’t worry. In the future, I will enrich my theoretical knowledge and also practice fully. The next time I present a plan to you, it will be comprehensive, well-founded, and methodical!"
There was one thing he didn’t say, though.
Besides being well-founded, it would also be a plan with signatures.
His word alone was not enough to command attention and would leave leadership hesitant in the face of risks, so he would visit various experts to have them endorse his plan.
Upon hearing this, Vice Bureau Chief Yu knew he was still pursuing that rapid response idea and couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Firefighting reform and capability optimization—that’s all good and internal affairs with risks and resistance within the scope of the firefighting bureau’s control.
But Fang Huai’s "rapid response" part, although not written explicitly, suggested by its very name that he wanted to bring the firefighting forces closer to a pure military system.
How could a "Rapid Response Force" accommodate so many redundant government agencies?
Renaming and restructuring—that meant touching upon the interests of countless individuals. Support from above, cooperation from below, all were exceedingly troublesome matters.
Yet looking at this young talent, who was becoming more and more valuable to him, he said with deep concern,
"Little Fang, you can be bold with other matters, but this one... it’s not so simple. Behind a plan, an order, there are thousands of soldiers who might have to leave the military. Don’t be tangled up in what’s right or wrong. Sometimes right and wrong are not what’s most important."
In saying this, Vice Bureau Chief Yu was actually showing great approval of him, which was an implicit acknowledgment that Fang Huai was in the right.
Seeing the conversation had reached this point, Fang Huai didn’t want to clash with the leadership and could only say, "Yes, Chief. I will keep your words in mind."
This was a serious matter, and it was necessary to unite all the forces that could be united.
Vice Bureau Chief Yu knew this stubborn kid wouldn’t give up until he reached the Yellow River, and he couldn’t help but snort and shake his head.
A stubborn guy.
But he also understood that to make good use of a subordinate, their ideas didn’t have to align perfectly. It was enough to position the right person in the right place where they could be most effective.
In terms of ability, vision, ambition, and youth, Fang Huai lacked nothing. He could be an adviser to leaders or be sent to the grassroots to carry out concrete practices. He was indeed a highly versatile tool.
Sometimes a higher rank wasn’t necessarily better. For example, Hu Peizhou was at the rank of full colonel. Sending him to manage a pilot project, with too wide a gap in rank, actually didn’t give Yu the same sense of reliability as Fang Huai.
Thinking of all this, Vice Bureau Chief Yu said with a smile,
"You’ve got the August First Medal now. Do you even still care about a First Class Merit?" freёweɓnovel.com
Fang Huai immediately responded, "Reporting to the leadership, of course, I care! It’s an honor!"
"You care, then tomorrow morning at nine-thirty, come to the department for the honor ceremony. You’ll receive the award with 85 other policemen and members of the People’s Armed Police."
"Yes!"
...
In the afternoon, near the Forbidden City, Quanjude restaurant.
You couldn’t exactly say it was bustling with people, but rather that after nearly an hour of queuing, the three of us finally got a table.
In a corner seat, with the waiter’s watchful eye and amidst the surrounding noise, Jin Yiming flipped through the menu, wondering if half a duck would be enough for three grown men.
"What Quanjude, more like ’Slay One Stroke’! Damn expensive!"
A non-local decrying the scam, chewing on a toothpick, cussed as he walked past them, hitting the nail on the head.
Old Jin, a respected division commander and one of the first recipients of the August First Medal, was actually stuck over this measly menu, unable to speak up.
After a long pause, he sighed and handed the menu to Fang Huai.
"You take care of it! First off, it’s my treat since I chose the place, alright!"
Fang Huai laughed. Seeing Old Jin like that, he definitely must be under strict control by his wife, without a penny on him.
After flipping through the menu and laughing again, he locked eyes with the female waiter.
"Your Beijing roast duck, shouldn’t you focus on selling the duck instead of all this fancy and distracting stuff?"
The waiter blushed slightly under his sunny gaze and explained, "Nowadays, there are quite a few foreign tourists... For the sake of the capital’s international image, the menu has also adapted to some foreign tastes."
Heh.
Such is the political center.
Even a waiter could readily talk about "international image."
No wonder Old Jin was so tangled up, with a menu that sets the price of plain blanched choi sum at 48 yuan and walnut celery lily at 58 yuan.
If a division commander spent his monthly salary here, he’d probably be limited to a vegetarian diet, and even that would have to be rationed.
"One duck, a beef brisket pot, and peppery... what is this ’peppery twin treasures’?"
The waiter quickly replied, "Ah, it’s strips of cow stomach and cow tongue."
"Is it Sichuan flavor?"
"Yes! Very authentic!"
Fang Huai lifted his head and smiled, "Don’t try to bluff me, we are Sichuan Stir-Fry Heroes (chefs). You should check with your chef to see if it’s really authentic, because if it doesn’t taste right, I’ll send it back."
The waiter was a bit surprised, "Then... I’ll go to the kitchen and ask."
Old Jin waved it off, "Come on, why give the waiter a hard time? Just order quickly."
Fang Huai, who usually haggles even when taking a taxi, couldn’t help but tease when faced with such high prices, and seeing Old Jin embarrassed, begrudgingly let Cao Yi glance at the menu.
"What do you want to eat?"
Cao Yi shook his head repeatedly, "I’m easy, I’m easy."
Only then did Fang Huai put away the menu and surreptitiously took out eight hundred yuan to tuck inside the menu and passed it over, giving the waiter a meaningful look.
"Then let’s go with the twin treasures, and also order sea bass and broccoli."
The waiter was standing and clearly saw the money go in, nodded.
Old Jin felt the pinch but still mustered a smile,
"Will that be enough?"
Fang Huai opened the towel and wiped his hands, "That’ll be enough, Division Commander Jin. How’s your new job going?"
"Not bad, it’s the old 13th Army unit, I’m familiar with it," Division Commander Jin said, regaining his composure.
"The Rapid Response Force?" Fang Huai’s voice dropped a bit.
Division Commander Jin nodded, "You know about it?"
Fang Huai smiled, "Of course, I know. After all, aren’t we firefighters also a Rapid Response Force? It’s just that you’re in charge of long-distance delivery, while we do local takeout."
Division Commander Jin was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter.
"You’ve got a point with that comparison!"
Cao Yi also laughed, "If you put it that way, we do more than just takeout, sometimes we also dine in! Remember that fire with the oil tanker? They came in for a dine-in experience."
The three of them roared with laughter once more.
With the conversation flowing, Fang Huai got straight to the point,
"However, lately, I’ve been thinking about how to expand our takeout service into the delivery sector."
"Oh?" Division Commander Jin looked up, "What do you mean by that?"
Fang Huai stroked his chin and countered,
"What do you think constitutes a Rapid Response Force?"
