Hu Peizhou finished his meal and left, while Fang Huai still sat by the cave's mouth, holding his bowl deep in thought.
In the past half a year, his influence had grown larger and larger.
From being able to influence a squad leader, to influencing the Squadron, and then through the Squadron and his uncle's platform, he began to influence the decisions of the whole corps.
The success he experienced time and time again also made him want to accomplish even greater things.
The Guizhou Fire Brigade could boast no more than 5,000 people, not even one-thirtieth of the entire firefighting system. To be reborn and then limit himself to this seemed unreasonable.
But his platform ended with his uncle, with Boss Wu – beyond that, he couldn't reach the higher levels any time soon.
In the troops, the lower you are, the closer you are to the rules, and everything proceeds in an orderly fashion.
