They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 457 I want to study
After six o'clock, evening.

Spring City, Kunming, Eastern Suburbs, Xiaoshiba.

When I came here in a taxi, I felt that the view was gradually becoming desolate. Not only were there old railways, but they were also filled with various factories and auto repair markets. There was loess on the road, and there was smoke and dust in the air.

The conditions are not very good.

"arrive."

The car was still driving, but the taxi driver's voice suddenly sounded.

Fang Huai glanced at the meter, 52.30 yuan.

"Master, is it too expensive?"

Fang Huai spoke with a less confident Yunnan accent and wanted to bargain.

The driver laughed so hard that he pointed to the traffic supervision phone in front of the passenger seat.

Fang Huai was stunned when he heard this.

The driver seemed to want to complain, but looking at the camouflage uniform he was wearing, he maintained restraint and walked away.

There are fewer and fewer people who are directly promoted to cadres. It is hard to say whether there will be more cadres from next year. Now there are only one class of cadres in the whole school, which is not yet full.

He didn't understand this logical relationship at once.

Only when I got here did I realize the dilemma of cultivating firefighting personnel. The only military school dedicated to firefighting had this bird-like appearance.

"Second Brigade...political commissar?"

"You should ask, (this) is in the countryside, nearly 30 kilometers from the airport! It looks like you are wearing a military uniform, so it's good if you don't increase the price!"

The guard room at the entrance is connected to a two-story building. Inside, you can overlook a group of seven or eight-story teaching buildings with excellent greenery.

Now that I think about it, I sprayed it too early.

"There, do you see it? The white house. Over there is the dormitory area. Go in, in the second row, and go straight in to find the office of Political Commissar Luo of the Second Brigade."

Fang Huai nodded: "Well, comrade, I'll come over and report."

"Then you should go to the 8th Squadron of the 2nd Brigade. Over there is the Recommendation Squadron. You register first. After you log in, I will show you the way."

Fang Huai was a little embarrassed, so he had to pay the price and get off the car.

When the superior soldier heard this, his expression became a little brighter.

Before coming, he specifically asked Huang Chongjiu, the only person in the second squadron who had read Kunzhi, and Old Huang told him a lot about Kunzhi.

It seems that the bureau is finally willing to give money.

Kunzhi was established as a technical secondary school in 91, recruiting students from ten western provinces. In 2000, it was changed to a junior college, recruiting students from firefighting forces across the country. In 02, it relied on the Langfang Armed Police College to recruit fire command students. In August this year, it was reorganized and placed directly under the fire department.

"Hey, you didn't bring your student ID card?"

When he first went to Yang Shaoqing's school, he once complained to Brother Yang, saying that the main campus of Sichuan Sound was not as big as the high school they attended.

Fang Huai secretly regretted it.

The school is on the left.

"Okay, thank you."

The private on guard at the door saw his epaulettes and asked.

At a glance, the school is surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Fang Huai pondered for a moment and said: "Yes, I am Fang Huai, a student who has been promoted. The bureau leader has specially approved that I can take leave. I just came over from work today. Can you take me to the place where I am reporting?"

"Uh, sorry!"

On the doorpost, the eight characters "Kunming Fire Command School" written in gray letters on a white background are fluttering like dragons and phoenixes, but they are somewhat faded and mottled.

"Register your name and go over there. The student brigade will report... Are you a recommended student?"

Many of the school's teaching squadrons are related soldiers, who are in charge of sentries, pickets, mail rooms, and infirmaries. Because they serve as pickets, they usually have their nostrils turned upward and are extremely difficult to get along with. Students curse a lot. If you come here, don't hide your connections. If you don't do well, people will still be afraid of you.

It was reported on August 8 that school officially started at the end of August, and it’s just now.

This school looks like it was built by digging a big hole on the edge of a vast mountain.

He deliberately showed off his relationship and wanted to avoid trouble in the future.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the first-class soldier looked him up and down again, looked at the camouflage bag in his hand, and thought about it again and again, and felt that he had never seen him before.

Although the school is small, it is not broken!
If Yang Shaoqing came here to find him, wouldn't he laugh?

However, you can see that there are excavators carrying out crazy renovations like the Second Squadron inside.

The superior soldier was surprised: "Report? Report today?"

Fang Huai followed him into the guard room and checked in, and the superior soldier pointed him in the direction.

"Just go. Oh, if there is no one, why don't you go to the main building first and find the School Affairs Office and the Management Section? They will also take you there. Go quickly. It's past dinner time. The School Affairs Office will be there soon. But there’s no one left.”

Fang Huai shook his head: "It's not a recommendation, the soldiers have meritorious service."

However, one side of the pillar has been removed, and it seems that a new gate is to be built.

There must be a relationship, a big relationship.

"Oh...ok, thank you."

Fang Huai immediately picked up his bag and hurried inside.

The layout here is somewhat similar to the training base of the Guizhou Corps, except that the road to the entrance is longer. Once you enter, you turn a corner and there is something inside.

There are quite a few buildings, including a large playground and a training tower next to it, but it looks much older and smaller than the training base.

The entrance area was still a little empty, but inside, there were people everywhere.

There are regular camouflage uniforms, and there are also small groups, but the people here walk in a much more orderly manner than in other units.

Units with pickets are different.

However, if I look closely, I can see several pairs of male and female students standing at a distance from each other on the edge of the playground, looking at each other at a distance, fully combining blatantness and sneakiness.

This was the first thing Huang Chongjiu mentioned when he introduced Kunzhi to him: the small woods next to the playground. It’s late, so don’t go there if you have nothing to do. Sometimes if something happens, it’s very embarrassing. When cleaning the public health, just go got it.

Huang Chongjiu looked bad when he said it, obviously he had a story.

Fang Huai was not a voyeur, nor did he have the cells of justice from heaven. Naturally, he lost interest in the playground at the beginning of the night. He just glanced at the training facilities on the playground and stopped looking.

However, I had always thought that with such a strict compound and high walls, even if I fell in love secretly, it would be Plato. Revolutionary soldiers washed their pants and their descendants followed the flow.

Unexpectedly, some things are not absolute, and the descendants have other places to go.

Happier than me.

With a deep sigh in his heart, Fang Huai continued to walk quickly to the dormitory area where everyone returned after dinner. The place was easy to find. There was a sign at the door of the second brigade dormitory. After entering the building, he instantly felt that there were so many people here. Lou took a look and saw that there were some rooms with open doors, and there were ten solid people in each room. There were at least fourteen or five rooms on this floor alone.

Five floors.

Excluding some offices, there are hundreds of people.

Five brigades.

There are quite a lot of people in Kunzhi. Looking at it this way, there are at least three thousand students.

In three grades, more than 1,000 people are admitted each year.

32 teams.

This also shows the weakness of the Guizhou Corps. In his previous life, he took the exam for several years. Almost the top 20 ordinary students in the Corps went to the military academy. Among them, the top 7 went to Langfang (undergraduate), the 8th went to the Coast Guard Academy, and the next 12 Shang Kun means.

The backbone of the squad leader, recommended students, almost a total of 10 quotas.

There are only 22 people in Kunming, which is far below the average.

Fang Huai also figured out why the chief political officer of a brigade was actually a political commissar. The number of people in this brigade completely exceeded that of a fire brigade, and they were all cadres. I grabbed a student and asked him, then I went straight to the top of the building and found the political commissar's office.

The political commissar is not here.

The door to the captain's office next to him was closed and the lights were on. Fang Huai immediately knocked on the door.

"report!"

"Come in."

Opening the door, it didn't look like an office, but like a dormitory. There was a bed, and a colonel was writing at a desk that was not too big.

"Hello, captain, I'm here to report."

"Report?"

The colonel raised his head and glanced at him: "Are you the Tigan student?"

Fang Huai stood at attention and said, "Yes!"

The colonel didn't ask any more questions, and wanted to get the walkie-talkie on the table, but after thinking about it, he walked to the door again and shouted confidently:
"Wu Niandong!"

Immediately, a student in the corridor called out to the other end of the corridor: "Team Wu! Jiang is calling you!"

In a room over there, a captain came hurriedly.

"Jiang Da!"

The colonel said to the captain: "The guy from your squadron is here. Let's take him to get some things and report to the academy."

There are hundreds of people in a brigade, and although Fang Huai is special, the brigade leader doesn't seem to be paying attention.

Captain Wu looked at Fang Huai and helped him carry a bag.

"Come on, our squadron is on the fifth floor."

"Yes!"

When Fang Huai arrived at his new unit, he once again adopted a cautious attitude and never talked nonsense.

But when I arrived at the "Squadron Headquarters Office", sitting inside was a lieutenant colonel.

"Professor Liu, the person from Class 9 who asked for leave is here."

Captain Wu's words fascinated Fang Huai again.

The squadron instructor is also a lieutenant colonel, serving as a deputy regiment with the seniority chapter, but the squadron leader is a captain in the company.

However, after thinking about it carefully, I found a clue.

The school's division-level unit corresponds to the corps-level unit. If a detachment is set up below, too many management cadres will be needed, and it will be inconvenient for centralized management.

So there is only the brigade, not the detachment.

Then the brigade is the regiment level establishment, the political chief officer corresponds to the regiment level, and the squadron political officer corresponds to the battalion level (or deputy regiment).

However, I heard that the squadron leader would lead the team in drills and needed young cadres, so the level was not raised. The squadron leader and company level was the same as the local level.

In general, except for the squadron leader, everyone else has been raised by a whole level.

"What's your name?" Lieutenant Colonel Liu instructor asked.

"Report! Fang Huai!"

"Why did you take so long to take leave?"

"Report! Our squadron is a pilot squadron that has just been approved. I am the person in charge and have a lot to do, so the leader asked me to do the squadron's work well before I come back! ... Instructor, I may have to ask for leave at the beginning of November."

"Oh..." The instructor had just learned about the specific situation and was a little surprised.

The leadership arranged that the phone calls were made to the principal and school political commissar. They only knew that the leave was approved by the leadership.

But when the instructor heard this situation, he still frowned and said to him:
"In your case, you have to ask for leave, so don't come. The impact will not be good. Just take the graduation exam."

Fang Huai:......

He really wanted to say: Shall I leave?
"Report to the instructor, I want to learn, but the task is too heavy. I dare not fail to complete the task assigned by Director Chen himself."

He doesn't like to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but he uses the tiger's skin to make a banner.

He is confident enough to pull the tiger skin.

If you want to pull, just pull the biggest one, and stack all the buffs at once to avoid trouble later.

As soon as he said this, the squadron leader and instructor all looked at him and fell silent.

Director Chen opened his mouth and they really didn't dare to answer.

What is this guy's background?
You know, the photos of the previous director's inspection of the school are still hanging on the bulletin board next to the teaching building. This one has never been here until now. There are many related households in the school, but those who can be related to this level ,not a single one.

As for passing ability, it is impossible to make the director interested. Only by being in it can you know what kind of gap there is between an ordinary grassroots soldier and cadre and the level of the director. The director even looks at these management cadres. The look in his eyes was the same as the look he looked at the grassroots soldiers.

To be able to talk, it's all about relationships.

Thinking of this, Liu Jiaoyu asked: "Well... Director Chen, is it approved as a pilot?"

"The report, no, the pilot was approved by the director. Director Chen asked me to make a plan."

Good guy, two sentences, two directors.

The instructor was a little afraid to ask. He was just thinking, Fang Huai... Which leader's surname is Fang?
"Well... since you have the ability, come here and study hard. Kunzhi is a glorious school. It has trained more than 8600 grassroots commanders for firefighting. Since you are a member here, you will have achievements in the future. Don’t forget to remember the source when you drink water and repay your alma mater.”

"Yes!" Fang Huai said immediately.

Strictly speaking, my alma mater is Guizhou Radio and Television University, and you here didn’t even issue me a diploma.

However, the instructor's attitude of begging for food from anyone he met made Fang Huai feel a little sad.

Universities are proud of how many famous figures they have trained. These celebrities are also an important force in promoting the development of the school. This is the first time he has heard that the university emphasizes on how many grassroots commanders it has trained.

It is not easy to get some resources for fire protection education.

Here are still junior college students, and their future development will be limited. The current senior leaders of the fire department are either transferred from other units or graduated from Langfang, and have nothing to do with Kunzhi.

And the history of Kunzhi is not very long.

It has only been more than eight years since this school was promoted from technical secondary school to junior college, and it has only been five years since the first batch graduated. Most of them were platoon-level cadres when they left. After all, the students and alumni are only deputy battalion-level cadres, and most of them are still in the company. After so many years of work, I’m afraid it’s still too early to talk about giving back to my alma mater.

The instructor looked at Fang Huai again and was not sure whether this unfathomable student could bring some resources to the school. He thought about it later and said:
"Well, Captain Wu, please take him to Class 9 and arrange for the district captain to take him to the teaching building to pick up some things."

"Okay! Xiaofang, come with me. You Tiqiansheng is in Class 9. There are only six people in the class. You can still choose a bed."

"Yes!"

Fang Huai stood at attention, saluted, and followed the captain to the class.

Wu Niandong turned to look at him, feeling that this man seemed to be a boring gourd, and his eyes were not curious.

Others have just come to the military academy and have completed the transition from soldiers to cadres, but they are very excited. Kunzhi are all soldier students, especially the recommendation and promotion squadron. They are all veterans of the army and are not as shy as local freshmen. Stupid, many people start bragging as soon as they arrive, they are very familiar with each other.

However, at his level, there is really nothing exciting about attending a military academy.

Hey, it's different when there's someone behind you.

Wu Niandong thought about it and said as he walked:
"Fang...Huai, right? The management of the military academy and the local corps is different. The instructor and I don't have time to manage some trivial matters. If you have any questions, you can first go to the squad leader and district captain. Our squadron is divided into two district teams, five to nine. The class is the second district team.

Oh, you came late. We have already selected the squad leader and district captain. The district captain of the second district team is in your class, Jin Guotao. He participated in the national competition and won an excellent ranking. Everyone respects him... By the way, Do you have any ideas about running for office? "

Fang Huai's name is very famous, but it is not famous enough to easily spread into this southwestern border school. Wu Niandong is a little wary of this mysterious man, and seeing his tender face, he is afraid that he will be like an ordinary college student and bring the monitor and the district to his attention. The captain treated these management positions as the university student union and wanted to run for office, thereby disrupting the existing management order. He first said "everyone respects him" and then asked him "if he has any ideas."

If you have an idea, you can't rely on connections. It depends on whether everyone respects you.

Fang Huai couldn't help but laugh.

"Captain, I just want to study hard and don't have the energy to participate in management."

(End of this chapter)