They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 77 No money spent in the military camp?

On the Mercedes-Benz e200k, there is a song "god is a girl".

Sitting in the car, Fang Huai smelled the faint woody aroma from the car, and closed his eyes to relax.

It was as if one came out of the barracks and entered another bustling world, full of neon lights and bustling.

He is a child from the city, and there is prosperity near his home. After Ye Shuigou Old Street, he is in the metropolis. He occasionally wanders into the prosperity, but he has never truly entered the prosperity.

Now, maybe in that barracks, that regiment, that company, that squad, he is an outstanding person, but if he walks out of that barracks, he can't be more ordinary.

Perhaps Han Yong's figure will become taller in an instant.

Still have to earn some money.

An ordinary person who has worked in two big cities in Chongqing and Guangzhou for ten years has not stopped thinking about it since he was reborn.

He didn't know how the military people described in those novels could have no desires and desires, as if they had become part of the iron-blooded military camp.

Anyway, looking back on his five years in the army, it wasn't like that.

Even in the military camp, there are still many trivial things about money.

The small expenses start from the convenience store, buying daily necessities, and occasionally treating comrades to drink a bottle of drink, smoke a pack of cigarettes, and have a supper or something.

If you are stingy, after a long time, you will be pointed out by others.

Don't say that you have good physical fitness and good business, don't be too awesome, you can't be a good person, no comrades in the squadron will ignore you, and the soldiers of the same year will scold you behind your back.

Transfer to a new squadron, spend money to treat the big guys to a supper, and they will see that your smile will be two points more.

Bigger expenses, after the non-commissioned officer, which comrades got married again, who did what, whoever was in charge, let alone more, the five-year soldier in the previous life must have 3 yuan when he went out.

If you get older, change your mobile phone, buy a computer, comrades, if you have a girlfriend, you basically don’t have enough money.

Anyway, during Fang Huai's five-year military brigade, his monthly salary was not enough, so he had to borrow some from his comrades from time to time.

But in this life, his pursuit is far more than that.

After being reborn, he no longer wants to be troubled by money.

...

The female cadre driving in the front row is called Zhang Ning, and the male cadre in the co-pilot is called Zhong Ling.

The name of the male cadre sounds like the English version of the female cadre, and I don't know how the two work in the same department.

Both of them are cadres of the base, they have already got off work at this point, and they are both wearing casual clothes.

Zhang Ning looks good, slim, quite tall, with a baby face, and looks quite young.

But he is married, he seems to be the son of a chemical boss, and his family is quite rich.

Female firefighter cadres who are good-looking and want to run away will generally marry well.

As a female officer, this identity is enough to transcend her own class, and she doesn't have to run around in the city.Many big families like such daughter-in-laws.

"Xiao Fang, I heard that you are very talented. I heard that even Captain Zhang of the provincial capital fell in love with writing this song. Why, are you planning to join the provincial capital in the future?"

Zhong Ling and Zhang Ning in the front row chatted for a while, and seemed a little bored, so they started talking to Fang Huai.

Fang Huai sat up a bit and replied.

"Yes, it's done, Special Service Second Squadron."

"Special Service? The physical requirements there are very high!" Zhong Ling said with a smile, as if he didn't believe that a person who can earn a living by relying on talent can have much better physical fitness.

"It's okay, it should be fine."

Fang Huai smiled and looked out the car window. The cadres at the base were more civilian, so he had nothing to say about this.

After this trip, everyone is doing one thing together, and there is no affiliation relationship. The relationship between superiors and subordinates is not so clear.

Even strictly speaking, if there is a disagreement, it should be done according to his wishes.

Zhang Ning, who was in the front row, saw the city entering the city and began to ask: "Fang...Huai, right? Huai from the Huaihe River?"

"Yep."

"Does your song have any requirements for the recording studio?

The one we were looking for was opened by the boss of a previous co-construction unit. I don’t know how the specific equipment is, but I went to see it, and the scale and decoration are quite good. "

Fang Huai scratched his head:

"Well... the new equipment is fine. In recent years, the equipment has been updated very quickly. The main thing is to have a better arrangement.

Might have to coordinate some musicians.

But as long as there is a good arrangement, these things can generally be done, and they are familiar with many people.

Let's record a guitar version of the demo. In about two or three days, I can communicate the general musical content with the arranger.

Actually... I think it would be best to have a female voice, a male and female chorus, and the MV footage can also be more diversified, with the two of us singing, because it is photogenic, and it is best to be pretty. "

Zhang Ning laughed out loud: "What do you think of me?"

Zhang Ning probably made fun of it, but Fang Huai nodded naturally.

"Okay! You can try it. You have a good image, but you don't know how good your singing skills are."

Zhang Ning immediately fell silent.

I didn't hear Fang Huai speak for a long time, looked in the rearview mirror, Fang Huai seemed to be thinking seriously, and immediately panicked.

"Don't take it seriously! I'm tone deaf in singing!"

Fang Huai laughed, "I didn't take it seriously, I was just thinking about how to communicate with the arranger, you should find someone first, it will take at least a few days to get the song done, don't worry.

If I can't find it, I can ask a friend. "

As Fang Huai said, he also thought of who he wanted to call the first time.

Parents have reported safety, maybe only Brother Yang's voice is worthy of this rare leisure time.

The phone is out of battery, and after a while to charge it, you can call her first.

"Oh? Is it your girlfriend?" Zhong Ling teased.

"Hey, no, I'm not good enough for Chuanyin's top student." Fang Huai smiled, but felt a little nervous.

"What happened to Chuanyin?" Zhang Ning said a little unfairly:
"Fang Huai, you don't know this, do you? Our firefighting boys are very attractive to girls outside!"

"He is a recruit after all. He will not have time to talk to a girlfriend after he leaves the team. He has to train every day! Sister Zhang, you have never been at the grassroots level, you don't understand!" Zhong Ling argued.

"It's impossible to be a recruit for a lifetime! As long as girls like him, wait for him?"

"Hey, you put it simply. I used to talk about that girlfriend. When I joined the army, I was with me forever. Guess how long?
three months!When I left the team to call her, her number changed!It was agreed to send me good night every day, and when I got back to her, I turned on my phone and checked, and No. 12 hadn't sent it in [-] days! "

The two of them aired their views, which immediately made Fang Huai, who was originally calm, uneasy.

Damn, just call and ask, why are you still nervous?

[Task: Fight!What are you talking about?Waiting for joy to fall from the sky? ("Brother Yang's Shyness" is only 78/100 left)]

crooked day.

Just let me be the aunt of the neighborhood committee, don't use the system to affect my feelings, hey!

Fang Huai is not angry.

【Do you want to cancel this task? 】

【3. 】

Fang Huai's eyes widened.

no, I'm fine!
I rub.

Brother Yang can be shy, so why can't I be shy?
Hit it!
"Let me tell you, you just underestimated girls' feelings! My husband is also from the People's Liberation Army. I didn't wait for him?"

"Sister Zhang, I didn't mention you, why are you so excited?"

The two people in the front row were still arguing, defending their views on feelings to the death.

Fang Huai finally knew how the two spent their working hours on weekdays, and talking about the relationship between recruits could be so exciting.

"That...Director Zhang."

The two in front stopped.

Zhang Ning seemed to be getting a little over the top, and said angrily, "What are you doing? You also think girls are realistic?"

Fang Huai coughed lightly: "No, it's not realistic, you guys will continue to argue later, but I seem to have heard from the navigation that you have to turn left at the last intersection."

Squeak... creak.

The car stopped.

……

Two 10 minutes later.

The recording studio is really big and the lights are bright. Looking from the hall, there are quite a lot of rooms inside.

Different people walked in and out of each room, and there was some movement when the door was opened, and when the door was closed, it was immediately quiet.

The sound insulation is really good.

People who came and went would look at Fang Huai from time to time, looking very curious.

To be precise, it was the military uniform.

Another few minutes passed.

A slightly fat young man walked into the hall.

"Hello, Mr. Wu!" Zhang Ning stood up and greeted him.

"Oh, hello, hello, I'm late!" Mr. Wu was a little breathy when he spoke, and it looked like he had really taken a few steps to get here.

The firefighting these days is indeed a powerful unit.

The boss seemed to have never cared about this place at all, and he must be worth a lot of money, but because of a phone call, he came here in a hurry.

The staff in the hall of the recording studio finally stood up and greeted Mr. Wu.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Pour water!" Seeing that the rest table in front of the three of them didn't even have a glass of water, Mr. Wu hurriedly greeted them.

"No, no, can you show us the recording room first?" Zhang Ning glanced at the watch in his hand, expressing that the time is very tight.

Fang Huai also lowered his body and unplugged his charger, and pressed his phone.

Finally booted.

Damn, after charging for more than ten minutes, there was a trace of electricity.

I really don't want to complain about mobile phones these days.

"Mr. Wu, do you have an arranger and keyboard player here? Also, you may need to borrow a guitar." Seeing that they didn't get to the point, Fang Huai immediately added.

Mr. Wu looked at Fang Huai and then smiled.

"Don't worry, there are all of them, come with me."

Mr. Wu took the lead and walked to a room while introducing.

"Our ace arranger Mr. Chen is also here tonight, I talked to him for a while before he agreed to stay and work overtime... Hey, it should be!

Comrades in the fire department are also working hard!

It's just...he's a bit arrogant, if he can't read the songs you make...forget it, I'll let him cooperate with you! "

Mr. Wu said, and opened the door.

The room is small, but the next room, which is the recording studio outside the soundproof transparent glass, is very large.

There are two people inside, one is operating the computer, and the other is talking beside.

"Chen Cang! Come on, let me introduce you, comrade firefighter!" Mr. Wu patted the standing one.

Chen Cang seemed a little impatient, put on the earphone next to him, and raised his hand without looking back.

"Wait a minute! I'll finish listening to this part!"

Mr. Wu's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he said resentfully: "There's no way, everyone who makes music is like this. Once I work, I'm very immersed."

"It's okay, it's okay, let's wait." Seeing this, Zhang Ning couldn't be bothered, and hurriedly waved his hands.

Fang Huai couldn't help laughing, even the big boss dared to offend, this guy really has a character.

"Then let's go next door and try it first." Fang Huai saw the electric guitar outside through the glass wall and was a little eager to try it.

Neither the guitar used by Captain Hao nor the guitar given by his uncle could produce the effect of pop music.

That was the guitar he wanted.

(End of this chapter)