There's Actually a Guitar Worth Thousands? (Seeking Favorites, Monthly Tickets)

"The regimental commander said today that we need to strengthen ideological education from now on..."

"So, the evening physical training next week is canceled, and the regiment won't approve it. From now on, physical training, besides running, will be organized by squad. I'll tailor it to your abilities..."

"New recruits, we need to strengthen your daily life system..."

"From now on, every weekend, we will hold cultural and recreational activities by company. On the third Friday of December, which is the week after next, there will be a regiment-wide knowledge competition on regulations and rules.

Every squad must sign up at least one representative! Everyone else must participate in the written assessment!"

Hao Chengbin kept explaining the general content of the meeting to everyone. As he spoke, he even took out a notebook from his uniform pocket, looking at it and organizing his thoughts with a pen.

This action made many people sigh inwardly.

My god, it's one thing for new recruits to memorize regulations, but even ten-year veterans have to take notes!

"Squad leader... are you saying... we're going to be artistic soldiers from now on?" Zhao Bing couldn't help but ask.

Hao Chengbin cursed silently, then said, "Nonsense! What artistic soldiers in the fire department? Even if there were, they'd be officers, not you!

We're just strengthening drill training and internal affairs, and increasing the weight of regulations knowledge assessment!

In terms of physical fitness, the three physical training sessions per week will be reduced to two.

But you'll definitely have to endure more hardships when you're assigned to a unit!

New recruits assigned to units primarily focus on physical training, so I suggest you still be proactive!"

As soon as he said this, Han Fatty couldn't hide the smile on his face.

The new recruit regiment had three months!

My world has no future, only the present!

Fang Huai was a bit speechless. "Hey, squad leader, I just convinced Han Yong to join our evening training today! And now it's canceled?"

He really hadn't expected that evening training would be strictly forbidden.

He had planned to overtake everyone with half an hour of training every evening!

Sigh, life is unpredictable, like a nine-turn intestine.

Squad leader Hao seemed to accept the new ideology very quickly. Hearing Fang Huai's words, he said with a serious expression, "Revolution relies on self-awareness! It's good for you to accept more ideological transformation! The military will be increasingly different from now on!

I've already realized what the regimental commander talked about today!

Fang Huai, I have quite a bit of confidence in you in this regard. You have a foundation in culture, ideology, and physical fitness. You should talk more with your peers about your learning methods and urge everyone to develop comprehensively!

Also, Han Yong, don't laugh. Even if you only stay for two years, after one year, you'll be a veteran!

New recruits will call you squad leader too!

Think about it carefully, when new recruits are assigned to a unit and call you squad leader, what will you teach them?

Do you want to muddle through for two years with your eyes closed, relying on the two-year soldier insignia the military gives you to suppress the new recruits, and have them call you a loser behind your back, or do you want them to sincerely call you Squad Leader Han?

Even if you go home to start a company or do business in the future, the principle is the same! A capable boss at least earns everyone's respect. If you're incapable, you can only find random excuses to scold people!"

Han Yong stood up. After listening for a long time, he nodded silently.

"Squad leader, I understand."

Fang Huai rolled his eyes inwardly.

Loser, I've been one for five years, and you're saying this to me? How can I bear it?

Moreover, although Hao Chengbin understood a lot of life's principles, his social experience was still too shallow.

Given Han Yong's family situation, this approach wouldn't work for him at all.

Their family was so wealthy that as long as they didn't gamble, the family business left by his parents would be inexhaustible.

It's not the rich second generation spending money that's scary, it's the rich second generation who think they're capable and insist on proving themselves.

"Oh, Fang Huai, your song... how's it coming along?" Hao Chengbin suddenly asked, seeing a small note on his notebook.

Fang Huai's eyes lit up.

"It's going well, almost finished."

Hao Chengbin looked suspicious. "Honestly, did you really write it yourself?"

"Yes," Fang Huai affirmed.

"It's an adaptation, though. The original is a Mongolian folk song, and I was modifying it before I joined the army. It's actually been finished for a while."

Hao Chengbin nodded. "Before the New Year, we're going to the provincial opera house to watch a gala performance. The Public Security Department is co-hosting it with several other units.

Our fire department, along with the training base, will take the new recruit regiment. The regiment has a fixed chorus, which is for the officers. Other individuals can also perform up to three acts, with no restrictions on officers or soldiers.

However, there's a preview.

If you're really capable, I'll try to get you a slot for the preview. If it goes well, it'll not only bring glory to our squad but also to the fire department."

"Squad leader! There's a gala?!" Yue Tao started charging forward again.

But this time, Hao Chengbin didn't have the energy to explain to him. He stared intently at Fang Huai.

"Give me your word, do you have confidence? If you do, I'll find time to borrow a good guitar for you!"

"Yes!" Fang Huai stood up and answered loudly.

He had been waiting for this day.

Without this channel, where would he, a mere copier, find media to spread his work?

"But Squad Leader... don't give me a beginner's guitar, it needs to have a good tone! At least find one that costs over a thousand!"

Hao Chengbin was a little shocked.

"I remember when I was learning a few years ago, I bought one for seventy or eighty, and that was after picking! Over a thousand... are they really that expensive?"

Fang Huai could only express his disdain with speechlessness.

If you have enough money, you can add a ten thousand after the thousand.

Seeing Fang Huai's look, Hao Chengbin felt provoked again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! You wait! I'll have someone borrow one for you! I just want to see if your song can match a guitar worth over a thousand!"

The next day, the atmosphere in the entire company changed.

No, it should be the entire regiment.

It was the weekend, yet some squads' new recruits woke up half an hour earlier. When Fang Huai got up at five, some of them had already made their beds.

As Fang Huai walked past two chatting recruits, he could roughly grasp the reason.

One of them was sitting on the ground, shaking his head and swaying, pointing at the air with a sarcastic tone, imitating their squad leader's speech.

"I'm telling you! Don't think that just because physical training is reduced, life will be easier! Tomorrow, there will be an inspection of internal affairs! Whoever's bed is not up to standard will have to sit there and fold it all day!

Those who finish folding will have to memorize materials! There will be a random check on Monday evening. Whoever doesn't pass, just wait! ...What did he say after that?"

Another recruit immediately chimed in.

"He said we'd have extra training! Hey, we didn't eat voluntarily yesterday! It was the regimental cadres who told us to eat!

He's just a coward! If he has the guts, he should go find the regimental cadres?"

Fang Huai couldn't help but laugh.

It was clear that not all squad leaders had been as good-tempered as Hao Chengbin in explaining the meeting's content to the new recruits yesterday.

The squad leaders, unable to vent their anger, could only express their dissatisfaction by over-executing the meeting's content. The earlier wake-up time this morning was a prime example.

Fang Huai was the first to carry his bed and a stool to the corner of the stairs. The new recruits from his squad quickly gathered around. The new recruits from the Ninth Squad gradually occupied this area.

They were waiting for Fang Huai to check their folded blankets after they were done. If Fang Huai thought it wasn't good, he would tell them how to fix it.

"Hey, Fang Huai, you were right! Those who ate early seem to have been punished!"

Yue Tao seemed particularly excited. With Fang Huai around these past few days, he found that their lives were very comfortable, and it felt like a different world compared to the experiences described by new recruits from other squads.

Looking at his schadenfreude, this guy seemed completely unaware that he was the one who wanted to eat first yesterday.

Fang Huai rubbed his blanket and smiled.

"Yue Tao, how did you develop this personality? So thoughtless yet optimistic... Let me ask you a question, if your girlfriend ran off with someone else, how many days would you be sad?"

Yue Tao immediately frowned, indignant. "I'd definitely beat up that guy!"

"After beating him up?" Fang Huai continued to ask.

Yue Tao seemed to have a mental freeze, thinking for a long time.

"...After beating him up, I'd have gotten my revenge!"

"Holy crap..." Fang Huai exclaimed. "If Jin Yong's wuxia novels all had people like you, the TV shows would all be turned into short films."

"What are short films?"

"It's like... I can't explain it to you."

For the first time, Fang Huai experienced the helplessness of a squad leader trying to coax a new recruit.

It was simpler to just beat them up.

They'd be obedient and wouldn't talk much.

Fang Huai stopped talking to Yue Tao and looked around.

"Han Yong! Rub it first, then fold it! Get your stool!"

Han Yong looked confused. "Get a stool... and fold it while sitting? No need, I can just sit on the ground!"

Damn it.

Fang Huai wanted to hit him.

But thinking that Han Yong had only just arrived, he felt helpless and could only point to his own blanket, then rub it with the stool.

"Rub it like this! And you're folding while sitting... if the squad leader sees you later, he'll hang you from the ceiling with a backpack strap to fold it!"

Han Yong finally understood. He got up and ran back to the barracks, brought out his small stool, and started rubbing it like Fang Huai.

After Fang Huai finished folding his own blanket, he used it as a demonstration, teaching a few recruits who had trouble folding how to do it.

Half an hour later.

A person carrying a quilt walked towards Ninth Squad from a distance.

It was Jiang Peng.

Without greeting anyone, he walked straight up to Fang Huai and said, "Fang Huai, I want to talk to you."

Everyone thought he was going to cause trouble, so they immediately stood up and surrounded him. Zhao Bing wasn't his usual jovial self either, looking at Jiang Peng with a serious expression. "Jiang Peng, don't cause any trouble."

Jiang Peng glanced at Han Yong, who was squatting on the ground folding the quilt, then stared at Fang Huai and said, "What trouble am I causing? I just want to talk to him, I have something to say!"

"You've got nothing to say!" Lu Zexian was also quite annoyed with him and directly cursed.

Ninth Squad had now become a completely united class. Everything had changed since Jiang Peng left. They all deeply understood the saying about one bad apple spoiling the bunch.

Fang Huai didn't mind. He clapped his hands and stood up. If it came to a fight, with his reflexes, he could take down Jiang Peng with just one hand. "What do you want to say? Just say it directly. Our friendship isn't at the point where we need to whisper."

Jiang Peng glanced at Han Yong again. "It's not convenient to say it here. I'll just say one sentence, and then I'll leave."

Han Yong seemed to have realized something too, his movements pausing slightly. Fang Huai sensed something and was a bit curious, so he pointed towards the restroom. "Let's talk over there. One minute, I'm very busy. However, if you really want to fight, we can do it here. I'll have them clear a space for us, and I guarantee no one will interfere. But if you get beaten by me, don't go complaining. We have witnesses here, and you were the one who provoked me first."

Fang Huai's words made Jiang Peng's face turn red. Then, as if he thought of something, his expression changed, and his tone softened. "I really have something to say."

"Then let's go." Fang Huai didn't waste any more time and headed towards the restroom.