Chapter 39: Calculations

  It's been three months since their special training began, and this is the first time they've been allowed to drink alcohol. Even Xia Wenjie, who doesn't like drinking, was overjoyed.

  He knew that the usual torments of Purgatory were finally going to end, even if only temporarily, but it was enough to get people excited and agitated.

  Yao Jia smiled at Yan Duo and said: "Old Yan... oh, Instructor, why don't you join us for a drink too?"

  Yan shook his head like a rattle drum and said, "You can drink now because your special training is temporarily over, but I'm still on duty and can't drink."

  When they heard him say this, the crowd also didn't force him anymore.

  Yan Duo finally had a change of heart and allowed the students to drink and celebrate their successful completion of the first phase of special training. The students were finally able to relax wholeheartedly, without any pressure or worries, and indulge in drinking freely.

  There were nineteen of them, but they drank more than half of the twenty boxes of beer. Xia Wenjie also drank three or four bottles, but after drinking the fourth bottle, he didn't drink much anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't drink, it was just that he felt a bit off.

  He pushed Yao Jia beside him and asked in a low voice, "Old Yao, did you hear that? It seems like there's some movement outside?"

  Yao Jia had already drunk over ten bottles of beer, and had gone to the bathroom five or six times. He sat in his chair, swaying back and forth, his bleary eyes almost unable to stay open. He raised an eyebrow, slurring his words and speaking with a straight tongue: "Wha...what did you say?"

  "I'm asking you, did you hear any noise outside?" Xia Wenjie almost yelled in his ear.

  "What's going on? I just came back from the toilet, and it's dead quiet outside. You can't even see a ghostly figure. What could be going on?" Yao Jia gave him a white eye, then picked up his wine cup and loudly called out to the surrounding crowd: "Come! Drink! I'll go first..."

  Xia Wenjie let out a soft sigh, looking at Tang Xin on the other side, who was not much stronger than Yao Jia. One arm was casually wrapped around Xia Feng, and the two were drinking heavily. He shook his head, stood up, and prepared to go outside for a look.

  But he had just taken a few steps out when the lights in the cafeteria suddenly went out, and then the door opened with a loud rumbling sound.

  "What's going on? Has the power gone out?"

  "Is something wrong? The training camp still has a power outage..."

  Many students expressed their dissatisfaction and complaints, Xia Wenjie was still sober, secretly calling out that something was wrong. Before he could even warn the people around him to be careful, a loud "bang" sound was heard, followed by a blindingly bright light bursting out of the dark canteen.

  "Ah……” For a moment, the cafeteria was filled with miserable screams, and all the students were covering their eyes in pain and falling to the ground. Xia Wenjie, because he had been prepared, his eyes were not injured by the flash bomb, but his ears could no longer hear anything.

  Just then, the canteen door was kicked open and a large group of soldiers rushed in from outside, all holding batons. After entering, they beat anyone they saw, and the canteen was filled with the sound of dull thuds and the cries of pain from the students.

  Yan stood outside the cafeteria with his hands behind his back, a serious look on his face. With a loud and cheerful tone, he said: "This is the last lesson of the first phase of special training, and it's also to make you all remember that no matter when, don't be too proud and forget yourselves, especially when you think you've already won."

  It was too miserable, nineteen students were beaten too miserably, even Xia Wenjie, who was still awake, could not escape. After being hit on the head with a club, he fell to the ground and became a fish on the chopping board for anyone to slaughter.

  They waited until the soldiers were all exhausted and their arms could no longer exert any strength, then they dragged the students out of the cafeteria like dead dogs, dragging them all the way into the elevator...

  As people successively regained consciousness, they were already on a military transport plane.

  People looked at each other, all with bruised noses and swollen faces, looking quite disheveled. Next to each of them was a cardboard box containing their backpacks, personal belongings, etc., which had been taken away by the training camp earlier.

  "This dead Yan Wang, before leaving, still wants to give us a good beating. Ah, ah, ah... my arm..." Yao Jia woke up more than half, rubbing her arm with a scowl on her face.

  "There's no good wine, no good feast. I knew it, Yan Wang is so kind to invite us for a drink, turns out it's just a trap, a Swan Gate Banquet." Wu Junyi stood up shakily, holding onto his lower back.

  "It's our fault." Shao Bing said expressionlessly: "Even if the special training has ended, we are still in the training camp after all. Drinking is indeed not right."

  "Just learn from the lesson and move on, what's there to complain about?" Shen Luo muttered discontentedly to the crowd, then she rummaged through a cardboard box, pulled out her phone, turned it on, and asked Xia Wenjie, "Wenjie, what's your phone number?"

  Xia Wenjie took out his mobile phone and said his phone number while turning it on. Soon, Shen Luo's call came in, and Xia Wenjie stored her phone number in the phone book.

  Seeing this, other students also took out their mobile phones and exchanged phone numbers with each other.

  After three months of hard training, people have more or less generated some camaraderie, the most important thing is that they are all likely to graduate from Lei Feng's training camp and will become elites in their respective fields in the future. Who knows who might use whom in the future, so it's always good to maintain a good relationship now.

  Tang Xiang asked Xia Wenjie: "Wen Jie, will you be a policeman in the future?"

  Xia Wenjie shook his head and said frankly: "I hate police."

  "Are you still attending police school?" Tang Xin looked at him in confusion. Xia Feng, who was sitting opposite them, didn't look over but stretched his ears to listen carefully.

  "Now attending a police academy doesn't necessarily mean I'll become a policeman in the future." Xia Wenjie said calmly.

  Since you're studying at a police academy, what else can you do if you don't become a policeman? She asked in confusion: "Wenjie, what are your plans for the future?"

  "This... is hard to say, let's take it one step at a time." Xia Wenjie couldn't mention that he was preparing to join the audit department, guessing that even if he said so, they might not have heard of the audit department.

  Shen Luoman said casually, "It's not bad to not be a police officer. I think you'd better transfer from the police academy to the military academy, and after graduating from the Lei Feng training camp, it's still the most popular in the army, at least with a salary of 1,300 yuan as the bottom line, and you can be promoted to a battalion commander in two years."

  Xia Wenjie smiled and said with a smile: "Luo Jie, I'll go back and think about it."

  "Is this still worth considering? Listen to me, just transfer to a military school, you're young and have a bright future."

  Xia Wenjie just smiled and didn't say a word. He didn't speak directly, the police were not his life goal, but being a soldier was also not his life goal.

  Uncle was the person who changed Xia Wenjie's outlook on life, and his training in Lei Feng Training Camp changed his life. Here, he got a qualitative leap and made a large group of intimate comrades-in-arms.

  If we liken Xia Wenjie's life after that to a high-rise building, then the training he received at the Lei Feng Training Camp was undoubtedly the foundation of this building.