What's wrong with me, a school principal, listening to students' suggestions?

Are you sure?

"This person just said they wouldn't come, how are you going to persuade them?"

Ma Desheng's tone was clearly not optimistic, suggesting that this matter was not so easy to handle.

"Let's talk about it when we meet."

Lin Yucai hung up the phone and read the course plan template provided by the system three times from beginning to end.

This plan is frighteningly professional.

The training subjects, intensity levels, safety plans, equipment standards, and medical support for each day are all clearly listed.

The final two days of red-blue team battles were even more detailed, providing numerous tactical options.

The more Lin Yucai looked at it, the more he felt that this thing would be so high-class that it wouldn't be out of place even in the training manuals of regular military academies, let alone in the hands of special forces.

That's how we'll negotiate.

……

The next morning at 6:30.

Lin Yucai got up and opened the door. The door to apartment 1202 across the street also opened.

"Eat before you leave."

Su Qingyan wore a light coat and held a bowl of steaming millet porridge in her hand.

How did you know I was going out today?

"They're busy with military training, even a slow-witted person could figure that out!"

Su Qingyan expressionlessly shoved the porridge into his hand, tightened her clothes, and went back into the house.

Lin Yucai, holding the porridge, chuckled awkwardly.

At 7:20, Ma Desheng arrived downstairs in his old Jetta right on time.

The two drove north of the city and arrived at the veterans service center half an hour later.

The place is small, a three-story white building with a red plaque hanging at the entrance.

Several poplar trees were planted in the courtyard, and stone tables and benches were placed under their shade.

Ma Desheng led Lin Yucai into the courtyard, greeted the receptionist, and the receptionist told them to wait in the conference room on the second floor.

After waiting for about ten minutes, footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

It's heavy and stable, as if every step carries momentum.

The door was pushed open.

The man who entered was of medium height, in his early forties, with a buzz cut, a square face, and dark, shiny skin.

He was wearing a black quick-drying T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows.

An old scar on my right arm extends from my elbow to my wrist; it has turned white, but it is still quite noticeable.

Han Tiezhu.

He stood at the door for two seconds, sized up Lin Yucai, then walked in, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

There were no small talk, no formalities.

"Speak, what is it?"

Just as Ma Desheng was about to begin his introduction, Lin Yucai handed him a document.

He selected a portion of the "Special Military Training Course Template" provided by the system and printed it out overnight.

"Captain Han, I am the principal of No. 13 Middle School. I would like to invite you and your team to conduct military training for our more than 500 first-year high school students."

Han Tiezhu didn't take the document; he just glanced at Lin Yucai.

"High school student?"

"right."

"Are you kidding me?" Han Tiezhu's voice was completely flat. "We're not actors, nor are we some kind of live-action CS game companions."

"I know." Lin Yucai pushed the documents towards him. "Captain Han, take a look at the plan first."

"For a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid, standing at attention for a couple of days and learning to march in step is enough. There's no point in doing all that fancy stuff."

Han Tiezhu did not move.

"Anyone can teach someone to stand at attention. I paid a lot of money to hire you, not to teach them how to stand at attention."

Lin Yucai's tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"My students wanted to experience real military training, and I agreed to it."

"Red-blue team battles, tactical coordination, and physical breakthroughs—this isn't child's play; it's for real."

"Safety plans, medical support, and equipment standards are all written in here."

Han Tiezhu finally lowered his head and opened the plan.

The first page.

Page 2.

He flipped through the pages slowly, examining each one carefully.

The meeting room was quiet for a full five minutes.

Ma Desheng sat next to him, his palms sweaty.

Han Tiezhu turned to the last page and closed the document.

He looked up, and the way he looked at Lin Yucai changed.

Who came up with this plan?

"I hired a professional consulting team," Lin Yucai said without changing his expression.

Han Tiezhu placed the document on the table and tapped the cover twice with his finger.

"The plan is excellent, very well done," he began, speaking slowly. "But I have three conditions."

"Please speak."

"First, I'm in charge during the training period, and you teachers and the principal are not allowed to interfere with my teaching arrangements."

"no problem."

"Second, every student must sign a safety agreement. There will be no consequences for those who withdraw midway. Those who do not meet the physical requirements will be directly eliminated and will not be allowed to participate in the competitive activities."

"Of course."

"Third..." Han Tiezhu paused for a moment, "The brothers under my command haven't been doing too well after retiring."

"Their food and lodging standards must not be lower than those of the military, since they come out to work with me."

"Don't worry about food and accommodation; we have a five-star chef in charge of the cafeteria."

"I will arrange accommodation for you according to hotel standards, with air conditioning, hot water, and a private bathroom."

Lin Yucai laughed when he heard this, and even Ma Desheng's expression relaxed.

With Zhou Dahai's skills, he'd be unparalleled anywhere.

"What about the cost?"

Han Tiezhu's expression finally relaxed a little.

How many people are on your team?

"Add me, eleven in total."

"Seven days of military training, with stipends and instructor fees for all participants, totaling 500,000 yuan." Lin Yucai held up one hand. "Half will be paid in advance, and the balance will be settled on the day the training ends."

Han Tiezhu remained silent.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Then he stood up and extended his right hand.

"Done."

Lin Yucai grasped the calloused hand and smiled as he gave it a firm squeeze.

Ma Desheng let out a long sigh and slumped back in his chair.

nailed it.

"I'll bring some people over tomorrow to scout the place." Han Tiezhu released his grip. "How's your school's sports field?"

Lin Yucai's smile froze for a moment.

Yes! The playground!

The old playground of No. 13 Middle School was a gravel playground, and he had just asked Xu Jianfeng to find a professional team to change it into a plastic track a few days ago.

The construction site has only been up for a week; it will take at least another two weeks to complete...

"Captain Han," Lin Yucai rubbed his hands together, "Regarding the venue... let's talk about that another time."