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?

Fang Huai was the first to come out of the Squadron Department, pulling Zhao Jinchen along without letting him arrange anything, and headed forward.


Fang Hongliang, hearing the voices, quickly washed a cleaning towel, overtook them, and rushed upstairs.


By the time Fang Huai and Zhao Jinchen reached the fourth-floor conference room used by the Party and government, Squad Leader Fang's towel had turned grey on both sides and hadn't yet cleaned the tabletop completely.


"This... you guys go ahead and sit, I'll go wring out the water and wipe it again."


But Fang Huai walked over, smiled, and said, "Squad leader, give me the towel, and you go sit."


The table wasn't big, with just over a dozen seats.


The old soldiers sat around it in a circle.


Conscripts and new officers sat back leaning against the wall.


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