Mr. Big eats potatoes

[Military Fiction] [Light System] [Slice of Life]
Back then, the fire service was still a branch of the military.
Countless dreaming youths clutching steel guns were assigned to the firefighting forces that only used water guns and cannons.
Fang Huai, a seasoned firefighter, has been reborn? Of course, he's out for money!
Returning home, he found that even the camouflage bags from the Armed Forces Department had been brought back.
......
In an interview.
Fang Huai points to the myriad of Military Merit Medals on his chest.
"Each Military Merit Medal represents a step of my progress."
The reporter nods, "I understand the thrill of being rewarded, I was a soldier too!"
Fang Huai laughs and shakes his head: "No, you really don't understand."
......
This is a story about a military unit, but also a story about life.

After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

As evening fell, the red light from the massage parlor beneath Wild Trench spilled into the stairwell, sharply contrasting with the "First Class Meritorious Service" plaque forcibly hung on the rusty iron door plastered with locksmith's numbers.


The old man had made a special trip back a couple of days ago just to hang this plaque, and indeed, he managed to get it up there.


He must have bragged about it quite a bit to the neighbors.


But Fang Huai had never dreamed that he would face the same embarrassment as Ye Jiahong.


"Hey, old man, where did you hide the house key under the doormat?"


"You're home? Why didn't you tell me and your mom?"


"...I'm in Chongqing for training! I'm staying just one night, cut the crap and hurry up, I need to pee."


For some reason, the urge to pee struck him the moment he thought of home, as if by some physiological habit, held in all the way from the airport.


Chapter 352: What Kind of Trashy Training Is This?