After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 89: Chapter 47 Collision of Thoughts

Hao Chengbin probably guessed that Fang Huai was asking him to carry a talisman for protection, to bluff and bluster.

But he flatly refused.

"No way, with his physique and connections, he’ll be sent to a government agency after leaving the squad; it’s impossible for him to stay in a grassroots squadron, let alone the Special Duty Team. You are harming him by doing this, and bringing such a new recruit over will only harm the Special Duty Team even more."

However, Fang Huai confidently said, "Squad Leader, as long as you mention Han Yong’s name, I’ll handle the rest. I can assure you that you’ll be assigned to the Special Duty Team right after leaving the new recruit group."

Hao Chengbin shook his head: "What do you really mean? Make it clear."

With such arrangements from Fang Huai, where would the squad leader’s dignity stand?

Doesn’t he understand any social niceties?

But remembering that Fang Huai genuinely cared about him, he felt quite moved inside.

Fang Huai scratched his head and had no choice but to say, "Squad Leader, let me put it this way, Han Yong’s family sent him here to toughen up. He won’t go to the Special Duty Team or a government agency; he might end up in a smaller grassroots squadron. He’s clear about that himself, and he has talked to me about it."

"Oh... His family does think rightly! What’s the point of being whatever soldier if you can’t endure some hardships?" Hao Chengbin nodded.

Fang Huai continued, "I’ll do some ideological work with him, tell him following you and me won’t be a loss. Do you think he’d be willing to go?

I’ll also have him call his family during the New Year, saying that the squad leader takes good care of him, and that the squad leader is about to join the Provincial Special Duty Team and wishes to take him along for good training and care. His family runs a business; they should understand this basic social courtesy, right?

Won’t his family mention your name when they reach out to General Luo?

When General Luo makes arrangements, as long as he brings up your name, who could stop you? You’re slated for transfer anyway.

Even if they don’t mention you, and I don’t get transferred, you and I can get him to call home again to ask for help. Wouldn’t that work out? Then you would be a soldier personally recommended by General Luo, and you’d have earned the status of a connected person."

Hao Chengbin was entirely stunned.

This kid had his plans pretty well thought out.

The old soldiers were too shy to mention "pulling strings," but Fang Huai seemed to have absolutely no psychological pressure when bringing it up, using it quite adeptly.

Thinking again, Fang Huai seemed to have always taken good care of Han Yong; could it be that he had long since planned when to coax someone into "lending a connection" for use?

Hao Chengbin’s expression turned more serious.

"Fang Huai, I’ve always thought of you as someone who has received positive ideological education. How could you have such thoughts?

Playing the social wheels and deals is not something admirable! You should stop dabbling in these crooked ways!

If you keep thinking like this, you’ll be finished!"

But Fang Huai just chuckled, unabashed and leaned in a little closer, whispering, "Squad Leader, what you’re saying is morally correct, but it’s not a method for getting things done. Do you think the older generation never used various connections to accomplish things?

The surrender of Chiang Kai-shek’s troops, wasn’t that achieved through connections?

Connection management is a science!

Weren’t you supposed to be transferred anyway? As long as the outcome is good and the process isn’t against the rules, that’s all that matters! At worst, this is like asking someone to help collect a debt; as long as there’s no kickback, it’s not illegal!

Moreover, is it a fine tradition to stay silent when bullied? That’s not right, is it?

And why can’t Han Yong be suitable? He’s very strong and explosive; it’s just his endurance that’s weak. He can definitely be trained into a good soldier, and following a squad leader like you, his mindset can also be nurtured. In the future, he could join society as an entrepreneur, wouldn’t he benefit the community?

If the outcome is good, why care about some minor tactics?

If you really find it troublesome, you can leave Han Yong to me for training."

"No, your way of thinking is surely not right. Fang Huai, you need to be careful with your thoughts, the bottom line cannot be touched!" insisted Hao Chengbin.

Fang Huai smiled, "Squad Leader, how can the bottom line be defined by human nature? Human nature varies in quality. The bottom line is defined by the law."

Hao Chengbin thought for a while but couldn’t come up with a suitable word to retort.

If they were talking about military regulations, Hao Chengbin could easily cite numerous rules to rebut him, but they were discussing life.

With their values clashing, this round was a loss for Hao Chengbin.

Why did Fang Huai know he had lost?

Because the task was complete.

The system subtitles had already appeared.

[Task Completion.]

[Please select your reward.]

[1. Memory Level 1]

[2. Lung Strengthening]

[3. Slight Increase in Leg Strength]

The time to be tangled had arrived again.

In the first week, he got three rewards from ten tasks; in the second week, just two.

Fang Huai felt this might be a system for practicing "social etiquette," since aside from that special task of smoking, every triggered task involved others.

This was not a proper system.

Speculating a bit, if you don’t get tasks for a long time, to increase the chances of getting them, you have to widen your social circle.

There are still many tasks in the group that haven’t been triggered.

Lung strengthening is definitely for long-distance running, at least it won’t be as painful, and leg strengthening for various running formats.

Being a lazy person, choosing lung or leg enhancement would undoubtedly mean enduring a lot less torment.

If life is too comfortable, it will reduce the motivation to get tasks.

Comfort or initiative, which to choose?

Heh, I choose comfort.

[3.]

Damn it, not this again.

Choose the organs! Choose 2!

In an instant, Fang Huai felt a gust of wind howling, a fierce force rushing into his lungs.

Even breathing became difficult.

He wanted to say something, feeling so uncomfortable, but he couldn’t open his mouth, focusing solely on gasping for breath.

Damn, this enhancement feels like they didn’t give him anesthesia!

It was the first time Fang Huai sensed such a strong subjective will from the system.

This system wouldn’t let him slack.

Across from him, Hao Chengbin was still leaning against the wall, contemplating life while looking out the window of the corridor, completely unaware of Fang Huai’s abnormal condition.

"Hmm... You make... some sense."

"Sometimes people can’t be too weak... letting others do whatever they want..."

"The squad leader has some wrong ideas, but doing this, isn’t it too... huh? What do you think, Fang Huai?"

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"Big brother, I’m calling for help here!"

By the time Hao Chengbin finished sighing and turned his head, Fang Huai had already curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Damn! What’s wrong with you?

Where does it hurt this time?"

"No... Lie down, lie down." Fang Huai touched his stomach, struggling to spit out a few words.

...

This was definitely Fang Huai’s most painful enhancement, tormenting him for a good ten minutes. Fang Huai also vividly experienced how the enhancement weakened after being so strong.

Hao Chengbin stood beside Fang Huai’s bed, scratching his head with a frown.

"Damn, Fang Huai, you got a retest tomorrow. There isn’t going to be any problem, right?"

Fang Huai waved his hand: "No problem... definitely no problem, probably just ate something bad."

Hao Chengbin immediately said, "Bullshit, you were touching your chest just now, the places on both sides are the lungs! In the middle is the heart! Those are very important! Don’t think it’s a small issue! Go to the military hospital tomorrow, and have the doctor check you out properly!"

"Squad Leader, if Fang Huai gets discharged, can we elect a new Deputy Squad Leader?" Yue Tao couldn’t stand seeing Squad Leader Hao getting chatty again and came over, hands behind his back, looking for trouble.

Hao Chengbin was about to move, but Fang Huai reached out and grabbed him.

"Squad Leader, can I handle him myself?"

Hao Chengbin turned his head and, seeing the smile on Fang Huai’s face, he too smiled and pretended to consider it seriously.

After a while, he said, "Hmm... just don’t beat him too badly; it’d be difficult to explain."

Yue Tao’s eyes widened, and he turned to flee out the door.

Fang Huai shouted, "Stop him!"

Chen Zhongqiang, who was standing by the door drinking water, blocked his way with a side-step.

"Chen Zhongqiang, we’re locals!!"

As Yue Tao was yelling, Fang Huai had already taken off his jacket and covered his head with it, letting out a loud roar.

"Revenge is a dish best served free of charge if there’s no grudge!"

The room instantly erupted into chaos, even Peng Yingqirui joined in to give Yue Tao a couple of slaps on the forehead.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

Yue Tao took over the howling banner from Peng Yingqirui.

A few seconds later, a dark pointy head emerged from the clothes, wearing a look of resentment.

Han Yong was slowest to act, and he just got to him, still holding out his hand.

Han Yong was embarrassed, the posture was ready, saying he didn’t hit him, Yue Tao wouldn’t believe it anyway!

Since he’s here already.

"Slap."

Han Yong slapped his hand openly; Yue Tao’s head got hit once more.

Yue Tao’s eyes bulged like cymbals, touching his head.

Han Yong coughed, "They all hit you, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t."

"Hahahaha..."

The whole room erupted into the long-lost sound of uproarious laughter.

A dark head and a chubby white guy chased each other in the cramped space, with everyone laughing along, finding some of the pure joy of their schooldays, even Hao Chengbin was laughing, laughing nostalgically.

It’s just a pity that back in those years the stack of books was too high, sleep too satisfying, blocking the sunset as well as the good times that never return.

Fortunately, to start cherishing now is not too late.

The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago. The second-best time is now.

...

The next day.

People’s Liberation Army 925 Hospital entrance.

"Oil, fruit! Sweet and crispy oil, fruit!"

A cart accompanied by an indefatigable loudspeaker passed by the new recruits.

Thin, crispy edges wrapped around white sesame seeds, the attractive round oil fruit captured most of the refugee-like hungry gazes.

"Gurgle..."

Han Yong’s stomach growled aptly, and Fang Huai explained with a mischievous smile.

"Oil fruit is the name in Yuezhou, locally it should be called Tang Maziang, it’s hollow glutinous rice inside, biting into it is damn crispy, and if you try it once, you’ll definitely remember this delicious treat."

After saying that, he pointed to another cart not far away, wafting with spicy aroma.

"That’s called Love Tofu Fruit, it’s fried tofu on the outside with hot pepper and folded ear root inside, a representative of spicy snacks; over there you also have sausage prosperity noodles, Huaxi beef noodles, tofu noodles..."

"Gurgle..."

Another long, drawn-out rumble.

Han Yong’s eyes were nearly starving red as he said with a mournful face. freёweɓnovel.com

"Big brother, I didn’t eat yesterday afternoon... stop talking..."

Fang Huai laughed and said, "Want to stay in the provincial city, don’t you?"

"What, you got connections..." Han Yong said weakly.

"You do! Want to follow me to the Special Duty Team, and make your mark, bring home a couple of third-class merits?" Fang Huai tempted him.

"Forget it, if I join, I’ll just be a doorkeeper, even the dogs in the Special Duty Team get merits faster than me, right?"

Han Yong slumped, defeated in spirit.

But Fang Huai persisted, "Do you want to be a hero or applaud for one?"

"Big brother, I don’t have the energy to even clap right now."

This kid is tough to coax.

Fang Huai had no choice but to pull out a ten-yuan note from his pocket, nearly crumpled into the size of a marble.

He slowly unfolded it and flaunted it in front of Han Yong.

"Come on, follow Big Huai, eat eight meals a day, as long as you behave, when we get out, I’ll treat you with the last of my fortune to a meal."

Han Yong’s eyes began to emit a green light.

"Alright, big brother!"