He was reborn and became a firefighter again?

Chapter 189 Life is a mess

As soon as these words came out, most of the people were stunned.

Most people don't know this comrade.

However, considering this situation, how could he act bravely?

"Instructor, you sacrificed your life in the line of duty, but you are not considered a martyr?" equipment technician Chen Gong asked.

Wang Yunkun is an equipment technician. He has participated in training with Chen Gong and is more familiar with it than others.

He is a good man, very generous, and he is acquainted with everyone. He has been the treat for many dinner parties.

I couldn't help it, and I apologized.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Jiahong on the stage also tilted his head to one side, his cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were a little red.

The person sitting here, the one who has the best relationship with Wang Yunkun is Ye Jiahong.

Ye Jiahong was transferred from Wang Yunkun's squadron two years ago. If based on Ye Jiahong's police age when he was admitted to the military academy, they are still in the same age, both in their eighth year.

"He did not die during the rescue process. He drowned while swimming to the other shore after rescuing others. Moreover, the hospital report stated that the death was caused by complications.

According to the relevant regulations on commending martyrs, there is no way to evaluate martyrs.

However, on the team's side, relevant preferential treatment was given as much as possible, and the maximum pension and condolence money were also given.

Over there is the state government. The leaders of the state party committee saw him off and organized a 200-person farewell team. When he returned, all the leaders of the district party committee from his hometown would be there. "

Cao Yi's voice was calm when he spoke, trying not to contain any emotion.

"Families of martyrs will receive preferential treatment... What will happen to his family?" Zhao Jincheng asked with a frown.

"That's the second thing I want to say today."

Cao Yi said, stood up, walked to the door, closed the door, and did not return to the stage. Instead, he sat sideways among the soldiers, holding the tables on both sides with his hands, and said in a consultative tone:

"Comrade Wang Yunkun's family is in a difficult situation, and he still has a large loan of more than 100,000 yuan that has not been repaid.

His family didn’t know where the money was spent. Comrades in the squadron said it might have been for the renovation of his girlfriend’s house.

But his girlfriend said she only received more than 30,000 yuan, and now she has returned it.

Now his family is being approached by creditors, asking for his pension and condolence money.

I asked about their detachment, and many squadrons were helping him raise funds, but not here in the provincial capital.

We received a notice from our superiors that because the urban squadron has been tasked with heavy tasks recently, our two special service squadrons will send people to keep him awake.

I discussed with Captain Ye, should we also raise some donations for him in the name of the squadron and bring him there quietly?

But this matter cannot be discussed by our squadron headquarters alone. I still want to hear everyone's opinions. "

As soon as these words came out, the younger soldiers didn't think much about it.

"Donate! It's not easy! I'll donate 200."

"Yes, Sa, I've met Squad Leader Wang. He's quite nice."

"I have no money. I will also donate 200. Who can lend me the money first? I will pay it back in two days when my salary is paid at the end of the month!"

The old sergeants did not speak.

This is not a question of how much to donate, but whether to donate at all.

Two squadrons are on duty. If the second squadron donates, should the first squadron donate? The Special Service Brigade donated, will other brigades donate?

Now the entire detachment has not started this way, and no one can be a "role model".

That's why Ye Jiahong planned to wait for people to arrive in the afternoon and go there himself to send some money in his own name.

Fang Huai listened and observed for a long time, and guessed the situation accurately.

The house leaks and it rains all night. When bad things happen, they always come in pairs.

The person is gone, but the debt remains.

No matter how he spent this kind of debt, he might have borrowed a large amount of money for his girlfriend's decoration. He didn't spend so much for the time being, and he felt that he had money in his hands. He didn't have a plan, and he always entertained guests, stupid. Being generous may mean that you spend your money lavishly.

But after all, the famine was caused by oneself, and it was not caused by the illness of parents, wives, or children.

The wages in the army are not high these days, and they are all young people. They usually spend their own money and send money to their families. Who can guarantee that there will be no famine?

He can't let everyone help him repay this kind of debt. The comrades who died in the past, as long as their families are not in urgent need of money, are not well organized. Once this is opened, it will not be fair to the comrades who have sacrificed in the past.

Moreover, it is not easy to publicize a hero’s private affairs.

Therefore, the detachment does not organize fund-raising and does not advocate it very much.

However, out of personal feelings, Ye Jiahong hoped that everyone would help. After his son passed away, he had to leave something to the old man, and his life could not be used to pay off debts, so Cao Yi told the real situation and let everyone decide for themselves.

Fortunately, no one said anything. The word "comradeship" is extremely valuable in everyone's hearts.

Fang Huai couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Although the monthly high-risk subsidy in other cities is not as large as Liupanshui in Guiyang, it is at least 500 yuan. The salary of a second-term non-commissioned officer must be more than 2,000 yuan. Isn’t it a bit too much to pay for debts?

Firefighters themselves are a high-risk profession. After all, they should think more about their parents and save some money for their families.

However, when I think of myself in my previous life, I never thought about this.

If he becomes a hero or martyr at that time, maybe the situation will not be much better.

No one thought that his life would suddenly end.

It's not unfilial, I just want to wait.

I am still young and my parents are not old yet.

In the previous life, when I had grown up, I wanted to take care of her, but I didn't want to be married to her.

In fact, it would be in vain for his parents to wait for him for another twenty years if he behaves like that.

"I think it's better to do it in the name of an individual. If you are willing to donate, record your name and bring it to the person in charge of the night watch. It won't be counted as a fundraiser for the squadron, and don't embarrass other squadrons. How about that?"

It was Fang Hongliang who spoke.

Cao Yi immediately looked at the old sergeants: "What do you think?"

This proposal is undoubtedly the most in line with Cao Yi's ideas.

He did not want to be the first leader of the detachment, nor did he want the soldiers to be coerced in the name of fundraising, but Ye Jiahong insisted that donations should be raised to reflect the warmth of the collective.

<divclass="contentadv">To put it bluntly, Ye Jiahong really wanted to use collective fundraising to raise more funds for Wang Yunkun.

In this way, everyone will donate some amount.

But if you spontaneously ask people to take you there, not many people will take you there.

After all, if you do this, it becomes a human relationship, and most people you don't know have to think about it.

"I think it's okay. Personal feelings are private feelings, so don't do fundraising." Hao Chengbin took the lead in seconding the proposal.

"Okay, this is more appropriate. The brigade and detachment will all take initiative." The veterans also agreed.

When Ye Jiahong heard everyone's opinion, he couldn't hold it in any longer and got up and walked out.

"Then I don't care about you. It's mine. I'll deliver it myself this afternoon.

Director Cao, I will take a leave of absence in the past two days to keep him vigil. I will do whatever the squadron arranges.

When my mother fell, he took family leave to travel and traveled more than 200 kilometers to buy yak bone meal for my mother. I had to pay him back the 200 kilometers. "

By the time I got to the end, I was crying.

"Hey, Ye Jiahong! Don't leave!" Cao Yi quickly stopped him.

"Bang." The door was closed again.

Everyone was a little silent.

Ye Jiahong is indeed a bit childish in this matter, but it's hard for everyone to say anything.

To be precise, everyone can understand it.

Veteran, who doesn't have many comrades around him who he can take care of regardless of his principles? Ye Jiahong's method is just a little more direct.

Behind this incident, there is also the regret of the martyr identification rules.

"To be considered a martyr, only those who died in the process of defending and rescuing people's lives, national property and collective property, that is, while performing acts of defense and rescue, can be assessed as martyrs."

The one-time pension for martyrs is 80 months' monthly salary, and for those who die in the line of duty, it is 40 months.

If you act bravely for righteousness, you are not a martyr. If you die in the line of duty, you can only count 40 months.

This salary is the basic salary, excluding some living and job allowances.

According to the current basic salary standard for second-term non-commissioned officers, it is about 8 yuan. This time, there is a difference of yuan.

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squadron headquarters.

Cao Yi found Fang Huai's Nokia 5200 from a transparent glass cabinet divided into countless small squares and put it on the table.

"Is the charger at your place?"

Fang Huai nodded.

"Is there any phone bill? After charging, call me. If you need anything, I can find you." Cao Yi continued.

Fang Huai nodded again: "Yes, Director Cao, I remember your phone number and I will call you later."

"Well, you know the mobile phone management regulations yourself and when you shouldn't use them, you don't need me to explain, right?"

When Cao Yi spoke, he was not as energetic as before. Everyone heard just now that Ye Jiahong had a quarrel with him in the squadron headquarters.

"I know, Director Cao, the martyrs will come soon, shall we all go?"

"Well, we and all the duty vehicles of the first squadron have to go there. We only need five people from each squadron to keep vigil there at night."

"I..." Fang Huai spoke again.

Cao Yi interrupted: "You are a new soldier and you don't know him, so you won't be keeping vigil. We will leave a few non-commissioned officers who know him to accompany him."

Fang Huai could not refute this reason and could only answer "yes".

……

Five p.m.

At the expressway exit, a black military-branded off-road vehicle, a bus, and a black hearse slowly exited the station.

Sixty firefighters from the Second Squadron and the First Squadron stood on both sides of the queue and waited solemnly.

The leaders of the brigade, detachment, and government all arrived. At the end of the procession, no one spoke as they watched several cars approaching.

The people from their hometowns who spontaneously came to greet him stood in the open space further outside, lining the streets on both sides.

After all the vehicles left the station, they started moving slowly again.

Political Commissar Cheng stood out from the crowd and said loudly:

"All of you, salute Comrade Wang Yunkun!"

All the soldiers present raised their hands in order and saluted.

An eight-year veteran lay quietly and slowly in the black hearse, passing by them.

Some veterans who knew him began to have red eyes and choked silently.

Ye Jiahong, who came to see him off, hid behind the crowd and squatted on the ground, his back twitching constantly.

Fang Huai looked at this scene with mixed feelings in his heart.

The people in the car were strangers to him, but they had been in the same scene, the same emergency rescue, and the same cold lake water in February and March.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind and said seriously:

"Call the police, please pay attention to safety."

Fang Huai didn't look back and said:

"Uncle, are you free tomorrow?"

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(I caught up on some sleep in the afternoon. I just finished writing the first chapter today, and the second chapter can only be posted before 12 o'clock)