The taxi gradually approached the small school in the eastern suburbs of Kunming that exported firefighting commanders to grassroots units across the nation.
Returning here felt like two words: simplicity.
However, the excavators had now completely dismantled the gate and finished clearing the area, and Fang Huai believed that soon enough, there would be a new vibe in this place.
Just like the thriving firefighting forces.
At the entrance, two fire engines could still be seen, along with a big gang of people.
Fang Huai's cell phone conveyed Teacher Lv's voice.
"Little Fang, how much longer?"
"Arrived, I have already arrived!"
Fang Huai put down his phone, glanced at the fare meter, and really wanted to ask why his last taxi ride was 52.3 yuan, but this time it was 59.6 yuan.
Forget about it. Everyday he had gotten too damn tired of outwitting taxi drivers; after the rank-conferring ceremony, he would buy a car.