Chapter 724 - 489 A Bowl of Soup_3

Leader Hao laughed heartily as he passed the bowl to Fang Huai, the admiration in his gesture almost spilling over from the envy of the cadres at the two tables nearby.

Political Commissar Wu also burst into laughter, "Right, right, right, I want a bowl too!"

Mayor Liu smiled lightly, raising his bowl as if to gild the lily.

One person, serving so many leaders soup, that was treatment.

Here and now, to take a sip of the soup Fang Huai served was even more a sign of support.

Fang Huai held the ladle and dished out soup with a foolish grin, one bowl for you, one for him, making Old Zhang feel rather sour.

This is my nephew, why is he always playing the dutiful son for others?

Seeing Detachment Captain Li and Political Commissar Cheng lining up, he didn’t bother to lift his bowl anymore, stood up directly, and said somewhat imperiously,

"Little Fang! Hand over the ladle after you’re done! I have to snatch a sip too! The soup will be gone!"

"Hahaha..."

The dining atmosphere became warm again.

...

After dinner, at the cafeteria door.

"Haha... Let’s go, Little Fang!"

"Leader Hao, Mayor Liu! I’ll see you out!"

Leader Hao waved, "No need, go, take good care of your leaders! Work hard, you’ve got great vision, capable of big things! But remember, be mindful of the times and weigh the situation!"

"Yes!"

The two leaders got into their car from the back yard, and as they passed the front yard, several firefighting leaders also came forward to say goodbye.

The leaders waved from the car, and the vehicle drove out the gate.

But the excitement did not subside for a moment, as the whole corps and detachment leaders took the opportunity to stroll to the back yard to check on the Second Squadron’s construction progress.

Just as Fang Huai was about to follow them to the back yard, General Luo, who was giving Han Yong earnest advice in front of the garage, beckoned him over.

"Little Fang, come here!"

"Corps Captain!" Fang Huai jogged over to General Luo’s side.

"Little Fang," General Luo said with a beaming smile, "I heard your business acumen is quite good! Are you managing the business at home?"

Fang Huai quickly replied with a smile, "It’s just a small business; I just throw out some ideas!"

General Luo shook his head with a smile, "You, you’re a soldier of the same year as Han Yong, and I’ve heard from him too. This year, he’s made great progress in the Second Squadron, thanks to your guidance. I want to thank you on behalf of his parents! Please continue to guide him, including in business matters, as he has serious responsibilities when he gets discharged next year."

"Hey," Fang Huai lifted his hand and patted Han Yong’s back, "Don’t worry! Han Yong and I share a bond as same year soldiers, I would do it without you having to ask!"

But Han Yong rolled his eyes and muttered quietly, "Braggart, you’re so busy, you don’t have time to worry about me!"

Fang Huai immediately twisted his mouth in response to being undercut.

"Brother, if you’re going to talk like that, next year, I’ll make sure to help you shed another ten pounds!"

Han Yong’s eyes widened with fear as he tactically retreated.

"No need for that! Instructor Cao has already spoken to me, and I’m planning to be a Communication Officer next year!"

The Second Squadron was about to get busier with more people, and the position of Communication Officer had been upgraded to two, but Fang Huai didn’t know that Han Yong had already been assigned there.

Fang Huai thought for a moment and said, "That’s good too, as long as you’re determined to be discharged, safe and sound, back home."

General Luo nodded, "No need to make exceptions for Han Yong, let him do what he needs to do. Little Fang, your urgent task right now is to establish the Squadron’s work solidly. Being a national pilot is also your first step as a cadre. This step must be taken well, otherwise, it will be difficult to gain full trust in the future for any significant undertakings."

Fang Huai immediately replied seriously, "I understand, Corps Captain. The Squadron’s renovation work, the Detachment’s emergency response—having finally gained a platform, I will put all my effort into the forthcoming year! I’ll eat my rice one bite at a time and won’t pick up the sesame seeds only to lose the watermelon!"

"Hmm." General Luo, seeing that he understood, waved toward the back yard,

"Let’s go, accompany me to take a look. If the Squadron encounters any issues that the Detachment cannot resolve, you can come directly to me. The whole regiment will consider giving priority to those issues."

Saying this, he walked ahead with his hands behind his back.

Fang Huai paused, feeling General Luo’s resolve, and was invigorated. He quickly caught up.

...

Nighttime.

The wind turned sharp, and the Squadron’s front yard, after the last wave of Detachment leaders left, returned to utter tranquility.

The four cadres of the Squadron stood at the gate, watching the Detachment’s administrative car disappear at the junction.

"Damn, a bowl of lamb soup, and leaders from the Big Team, Detachment, whole corps, four levels of leaders scrambling to drink it." Ye Jiahong smacked his lips in disbelief.

Huang Zhongjiu also shook his head, "Those leaders, when I was in the county Squadron, I couldn’t see this many even in ten years."

Cao Yi laughed and patted Fang Huai on the back, "Ask that place in Beijing to send more soup over, from today on, your lamb spine is probably going to be famous throughout the whole regiment. I reckon there won’t be a shortage of people coming to drink the soup."

Fang Huai chuckled, his lips curling into a smile.

"Is the soup what’s important? No, it’s the one dishing it out! Brothers, the opportunity is here, let’s work hard! If we do well, this bowl of soup is going to taste fantastic!"

The three of them, encouraged by his words, rallied together.

"Hahaha, let’s do it!"

"Do it!"

"Do it!"