CHAPTER 1826: CHAPTER 1652: FAR TOO EXTRAVAGANT

No objections.

The new members had no opinions.

Previously.

After a long period of collective living, their habits were quite similar; they would sleep when it’s time, eat when it’s time, keep personal belongings neat, shower daily, and change clothes at least every day or two.

There are many more.

Everything was standardized.

No occurrences of smelly socks being thrown around or clothes not being changed and washed for a week. As for grinding teeth or snoring during sleep, they fully adapted to it during enlistment.

It’s just not an issue.

Think about the company’s strict requirements; it’s not just about maintaining habits but also being responsible for everyone. Otherwise, if there’s no rule, it’s hard to accept if someone keeps socks for a week.

Can’t say it’s wrong.

Just.

In collective living.

This is not appropriate.

"After sharing, quickly make the beds and tidy up personal belongings."

"Yuan Peng."

"Here."

"Dormitory 22, bed 1."

"Yes."

"..."

"Xi Jinping."

"Here."

"Dormitory 23, bed 4."

"Yes."

"..."

One by one.

Chu Sheng started calling names.

Walked inside.

They began to make their beds, no cleaning or wiping was needed, as everything was clean, it had been wiped down before; although the desert was dusty, with windows and doors shut after installation.

However.

Dust in the air is unavoidable.

"This is different from humid places, the dust in the air here is considerable. Arrange duty among yourselves, clean your own spots, and tidy public areas daily."

"Regular sanitation checks."

"Yes."

This was already a habit.

Not considered picky.

Like in collective dormitories, the beds were bunked near the door, each person’s table not under the bed but on the other side, four desks combined forming a large table.

Behind were cabinets.

"Each person is allocated twenty hangers. If insufficient, you can apply for more. Office papers and pens are in the desk drawer, with a thermos under the desk."

"Regarding your uniforms, collect them from logistics in the afternoon."

At this moment.

The air conditioner blows cold air.

At noon.

It’s the hottest time in the desert.

"It’s so cool."

"Where’s the electricity from?"

"Probably a generator."

"That would take a lot of diesel engines."

"I actually like this balcony and hallway. Both sides have pretty scenery, not to mention airing clothes, you could even set up a table to enjoy tea." The balcony extends nearly two meters, very spacious.

"I brought tea, Pu’er from my hometown."

"Try it tonight."

"..."

In one dormitory.

They quickly familiarized themselves.

Domestic.

Training Camp.

North Africa Headquarters.

The dormitory arrangements in the three places were different, but this way, the members almost knew other new members and wouldn’t feel estranged, and with veteran members, they’re all men who bond over a cigarette.

Twenty minutes later.

Settled.

The new members lined up and walked towards the cafeteria.

Right behind the dormitory.

A few steps away.

Indeed.

The food here was plentiful, similar to the training camp. There were ample vegetables, meats, and fresh fruits; in Africa, just the transportation cost might surpass the price of these vegetables.

Internal cafeteria.

No need for a meal card.

"Remember, although food is sufficient, do not waste. You can add dishes, and for fruits, it’s allocated by portion, one serving per meal, and you can take unfinished portions back."

After finishing.

Chu Sheng served his meal and sat at a table.

"Captain Chu, you’re back!" a man at the table looked up and smiled.

"Manager Yang."

This person.

Used to be the deputy manager of the Central Africa Park Security Department, his supervisor, now promoted to manager, still his leader; Chu Sheng greatly respects him.

Skills and knowledge exceed his.

Manager Yang.

This is the rank within the Zhongyu Special Guard.

"All settled?"

"Yes."

"Great, take them for a patrol route walk in the afternoon."

"Okay."

Chu Sheng nodded.

For the first time.

This was generally the process.

Suddenly.

Chu Sheng thought of something.

"Manager Yang."

"What’s up?"

"About the helicopter, when is it being assembled?" Last time in the Central Africa Park, when the helicopter was assembled, he was only a patrol captain and missed it. He can’t let it pass this time.

Upon hearing this.

Manager Yang laughed heartily.

"Right after lunch, it’s being assembled this afternoon; if you want to see it, let’s go together."

"Okay."

He added, "If any new team members are interested, they can come along to watch."

"Alright."

Chu Sheng replied happily.

Started eating, as the meals in the vehicle were dry; apart from taking lunch boxes on the first day of going out, those two meals quickly consumed. After several days, eating proper dishes again was delightful.

"Slow down, don’t choke."

"I won’t."

Finished eating.

Also devoured an apple.

At this moment.

The others had almost finished eating too.

"Notify everyone about one thing. During this escort task, two helicopters from the Security Department have arrived. Assembly will start soon. If anyone’s interested and not on duty, feel free to watch."

Manager Yang stood up.

Upon hearing.

The cafeteria buzzed with excitement.

Those who had worked in the Central Africa Park became thrilled.

"The helicopters have arrived?"

"I said so, of course they’d have them here."

"Awesome."

"How many are there?"

"How many? Even one isn’t insignificant; two aren’t excessive; as for three, just the thought seems impossible. Central Africa Park only had two; wonder if this time it’s the same rescue model."

Helicopters.

Also come in different models.

Functions vary.

Sizes differ.

The smaller ones.

Generally, civilian helicopters can only seat two people, very small, cramped, while larger ones like rescue or military types have at least two rows of facing seats in the back, can seat eight people.

The two in the Central Africa Park are large models.

Of course.

Larger models.

Are pricier, starting at ten million.

To the side.

Hearing this news, the new members were amazed.

"We have helicopters?"

"Yeah."

"So luxurious."

"There’s even more luxury; not far, an airport is being built, the company has private jets, more than just one." In the first half of the year, aside from the regular daily flights from Central Africa Park to Kinshasa.

A cargo plane was added.

Luxurious.

Extremely luxurious.

"..."

Abroad.

Their perception of Tang Qing’s wealth was growing stronger.

"Really want to see."

"Go later, finish eating quickly."

"..."

Helicopter.

Even though they’ve often seen them during enlistment, many have never boarded one. Although this time it’s just a civilian helicopter, it still holds interest, quickly finishing their meal and preparing to watch.

"Let’s go."

At the gate.

After finishing their meal, the new members lined up, eagerly heading east, walking through the cafeteria, spotting a place larger than the dormitory playground, already with two containers standing.

Very long.

A few people were over there.

Some equipment parked nearby.