"You just... said it all, didn't you?"
Everyone was a bit puzzled.
Fang Huai smiled, lifted his finger, and swept across the entire gym, saying:
"The fitness equipment of the Special Duty Team's gym, even if it was sponsored, must have cost quite a bit of money, right?"
Cao Yi nodded, "Several hundred thousand."
Only then did Fang Huai look at the gym with even more pain in his heart than Zhao Jinchen:
"That's right, these conditions are what many grassroots squadrons dream of. I heard that for some county squadrons, buying a treadmill took a whole month of applications.
And we have eight, all wide-belt treadmills.
But this morning when I came up to check each one, the two machines against the wall were broken.
The strength combination trainer has rusted in many places, and you can see traces of dried lubricant where it should be oiled.
This gym, no less valuable than the training tower, has become our squadron's backup training ground only used when it rains.