However, Fu Mingyu has been having a headache recently.
Three years ago, when major airlines signed the ACJ31 procurement contract with COMAC, COMAC had already started planning to train pilots for the corresponding aircraft types and deliver the pilots together when the aircraft was delivered. In layman's terms, it sells the plane to you and also sells the trained driver to you.
Since the ACJ30 is the first passenger aircraft independently developed by COMAC, it has not yet been released and has attracted much attention and is also under enormous pressure, so the training of pilots is particularly strict.
This batch of pilots has wiped out tens of thousands of people just through the preliminary screening, and then they were killed in rounds in the abnormal elimination rate of the flight academy.
But even so, the ability of pilots who successfully graduate is divided into three, six, and nine.
Therefore, as early as two months ago, the major airlines are gearing up to start the pilot competition. Everyone wants the best pilots, because they are one of the strongest guarantees for aviation safety.
At this stage, the best group has been carved up.
Of course, just like there will be a champion in the college entrance examination every year, there will be a best student in each class of the flight academy.
At this moment, only the best student is left, and I don't know who the best student is.
"Mr. Fu, we haven't reached an agreement." The new secretary, Bo Yang, walked into Fu Mingyu's office with a confused expression, "The best student's intention is still Beihang University."
"Then did he say the reason?" Fu Mingyu asked.
The best student in this issue has a beautiful flight record. Whether it is theoretical knowledge or practical ability, he has been beaten every time he takes the test, and he has been ranked first by a group of talented people, even the trainers have been Praise seldom seen such a strong student, so it caused fierce competition from various schools.
"No." Bo Yang replied, "We have given the best conditions within the acceptable range, and it will definitely not be worse than Beihang, but she still chooses Beihang, which seems to be a personal wish."
Fu Mingyu raised his hand, put two fingers on his forehead, and said "tsk".
"That's it." Fu Mingyu said, "Vice President Hu is also on a business trip there. You and Vice President Hu will go there in person tomorrow."
Bo Yang straightened his collar and immediately went out to book a ticket.
Early the next morning, there was a call from the flight academy.
Fu Mingyu had just arrived at the company and was walking quickly across the corridor. The administrative secretary served coffee and placed it quietly at Fu Mingyu's desk.
"Mr. Fu, it doesn't seem to work." Bo Yang on the other end of the phone has lost his temper. "She said that Beihang's in-flight meals are delicious. What is the reason for this? Our first-class chef is at the Michelin level!"
This sounds like a joke.
Fu Mingyu stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and asked, "Where are you now?"
"Just outside the office of their Academic Affairs Office, Vice President Hu is still inside."
"Let him answer the phone and I'll talk to him."
Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, and said yes.
Fu Mingyu took a sip of coffee and changed people on the other end of the phone, but he didn't make a sound.
"Hello."
Fu Mingyu said first, "I'm Fu Mingyu, Director of Operations of Hengshi Aviation."
The other end of the phone remained stagnant for a while, before hearing a light "Hello, Mr. Fu."
Fu Ming gave a meal.
female
Suppressing the short-lived surprise, Fu Mingyu turned around and sat down, "It's convenient to ask, which conditions of Shihang are you not satisfied with?"
The person over there said lazily: "Nothing to dislike, it's just that Beihang's food is better."
Fu Mingyu felt that he was a cherished talent, and he still maintained a good temper for the reason for taking Qiao so much, "This is simple, if you have a need, you can ask the chef to prepare meals for you alone before each flight."
"What a hassle."
"No trouble, any other ideas?"
On the other end of the phone, the conditions are listed one by one.
He spoke for over twenty minutes.
It's not really tricky, Fu Mingyu can still accept it.
At the same time as the call, Fu Mingyu opened the pilot details folder in the computer, sorted it according to the flight record score, found the highest one, and saw a photo in the image column.
Pilots are particular about their body shape, so I attached a full body photo.
The people above are wearing student uniforms, slender and tall, standing under the wings, full of energy and excellent temperament.
It seems to be plain
Fu Mingyu zoomed in on the photo and saw a face without makeup.
His eyes were stagnant for a moment, and he always felt a hint of familiarity.
But this feeling flashed by and was denied by myself.
If he saw this woman, he would definitely be impressed.
"Mr. Fu, are you still listening? If you think it's too much, let's forget it. I have no fate with Shihang."
"What?" Fu Mingyu clicked the mouse and closed the photo, "The signal was bad just now, so I didn't hear it clearly."
There seemed to be a chuckle at the other end, "I said, I want double the annual salary."
Fu Mingyu opened his mouth and said, "Okay."
This time, the person on the other end of the phone was stunned.
I didn't expect him to be so happy.
"Are there any other conditions?"
"No, no more."
"Then, are you happy to work together?"
The other side changed his breath, seemed to have recovered his mind, and said, "Mr. Fu, do you really want me to come?"
Fu Mingyu didn't know why she said that, but she felt that her patience was really amazing today.
Perhaps it was because he couldn't get used to the flamboyant appearance of the Xiaoyan General from Beihang, who had never dealt with him.
But the figure of the plane under the plane flashed in my mind again.
"Well, I'm looking forward to it."
"Then let me think about it."
It seemed a little reluctant.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Mingyu's hand remained in the position of answering the phone, and he was stunned for a while.
Does World Air have a bad reputation in the pilot circle
Logically speaking, it is impossible. World Airline is definitely an industry leader in terms of employee benefits.
Fu Mingyu put down the phone and thought about it for a while, wondering what went wrong.
While waiting, he opened his resume again.
The bell rang again as soon as the mouse moved to the photo.
Bo Yang is still calling.
Fu Mingyu paused for a moment, then answered the phone, but Bo Yang was talking on the opposite side.
"Anything else?"
At this moment, Bo Yang ran to the outside corridor again and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, have you figured it out? Double the annual salary. Although the salary is kept secret, it would be bad if other pilots knew about it."
"I know."
"That… "
"Keep an eye on the contract." Fu Mingyu said, "The other annual salary goes to my account."
"but… "
"Don't be long-winded." Fu Mingyu didn't want to talk to him too much, "It's just an annual salary, and it's not just that much money to buy a package for your girlfriend for a year. Then you go to draw up a double contract, and the other is a reward contract given by me personally. , without the hands of the finance department, the tax will also go to my account."
"But she said she still has to think about it."
"It's okay, let her think about it."
Fu Mingyu loosened a button of his suit and rubbed his browbones.
By four in the afternoon, seven hours had passed since the end of the call.
Fu Mingyu never felt that seven hours was so long.
He was sitting in the conference room, a group of people talking about the plans for the first flight of ACJ31, which gave him a headache.
During this period, he looked at Bai Yang twice, and pointed to the mobile phone, meaning to ask if there was a call from the flight academy, and Bai Yang shook his head.
At this point, the meeting had come to an end, and everyone in the planning department below was looking at Fu Mingyu, waiting for him to give instructions.
In front of Fu Mingyu, there were three planning books, which were spread out one by one, but his eyes did not fall on them at all.
The entire conference room was silent for three seconds, and everyone looked at Fu Mingyu tremblingly.
His expression seemed to have written on his face "You are not worthy of the ACJ31 aircraft that Lao Tzu paid a lot of money for".
Just when everyone thought he didn't listen at all, he opened his mouth and said: "P1 group, forty minutes of media reports, no point, wasting so much time to delay the flow control of the airport? P2 group, the publicity is boring, the expression is straight Bai, the focus is ambiguous, and the choice of media channels is also unreasonable. P3 group, there is no effective publicity concept, multiply resources, cross-border creativity, and strong execution. If these three points cannot be achieved, don't submit a plan. "
The conference room was silent for a while, and the needle drop could be discerned.
"Dismiss."
Fu Mingyu pushed open the plan in front of the door, got up and said, "Resubmit the plan next week."
Everyone held their breath and watched Fu Mingyu go out, and the three team leaders came back to pack their things with dark faces.
Someone asked Bo Yang in a low voice, "Mr. Fu is in a bad mood today?"
Bo Yang smiled helplessly, did not speak, and chased out in two steps.
At this time, the phone rang, Bo Yang stopped to answer, his expression gradually relaxed.
The person in front turned back, and Bo Yang gave him an "OK" gesture.
Fu Mingyu looked sideways at the blue sky outside the glass window and unbuttoned a suit.
The contract was drawn up very quickly, and it came down within a few days. Bo Yang showed it to Fu Mingyu for a look.
He didn't have any opinion after reading it, and Bo Yang sent it to the flight academy.
This hard bone can be considered to be gnawed down. Bo Yang rubbed his shoulders and said, "It's only difficult for women and villains to raise them. The old people are honestly not bullying me."
At this time, the banquet manager from Beihang University called.
"Fu Mingyu, what crooked trick did you use to steal my people?"
"Your person?" Fu Mingyu got up and smiled lightly, "After the contract is signed, it's your person?"
The two companies are leaders in the industry, competing with each other and complementing each other, and they both know each other.
Yan An put a lot of effort into this matter, asked someone to talk about career planning, and used the pilot's most concerned condition as a bait.
Precisely because he thought too decently, he never expected that Fu Mingyu would directly throw money at it.
Yan An sneered angrily, "Okay, I won't argue with you about this, anyway, people are yours now, just tell me, how did you get them away?"
Fu Mingyu: "Rely on personality charm."
"… "
Yan An didn't even look at him, so he dropped the phone.
Fu Mingyu put down his phone and walked to the window, his brows stretched, and he felt comfortable even looking at the endless rain outside.
Thinking of something, he turned around and asked, "When will ACJ31 come over?"
Bai Yang said: "It has been arranged by the air traffic control. The first plane will take off at 4:00 on Saturday morning. If there is no error, it will land at Jiangcheng International Airport on time at 6:14."
Fu Mingyu nodded and asked again, "What about her?"
Bo Yang was stunned for a moment before realizing who Fu Mingyu was referring to as "she".
"The flight academy said that it would not waste every opportunity to fly in the back row, so this time she will fly over, but the personnel department and logistics department will not work on Saturday, and she will be officially enrolled on Monday."
Fu Mingyu turned around and sat down, opened a document in front of him, and suddenly said, "What time is the flight to Huaicheng this Saturday?"
This Bo Yang couldn't remember clearly. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and said, "Seven in the morning."
Fu Mingyu said lightly, "Yes."
On Saturday, it was just dawn, and the east was white with fish belly.
The weather is not good today, and the clouds and waves are surging in the low places, blocking the light of the morning star.
Few flights take off and land at this time, which is the cleanest time of the day at the airport.
There were quite a few people in the waiting room, but it was surprisingly quiet. Occasionally there was the sound of flipping through papers, adults were looking at their mobile phones or taking a nap, and a few children were playing and sleeping in their parents' arms.
Fu Mingyu, Bo Yang and the two assistants hurried over, walked across the corridor, and went straight to the boarding gate.
There was a long queue ahead, but the first-class aisle was still empty, waiting for the last first-class passenger to board the plane.
But at this moment, Fu Mingyu raised his hand to look at his watch, paused in his footsteps, and turned his head to look out the window.
The large floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the terminal building provide an unobstructed view of the tarmac, and even the indicator signs on the ground are clear.
At this moment, an aircraft broke through the clouds in the sky, its wings split into the air, and it descended majestic, landing smoothly on the center of the runway at an inclination of 8 degrees, galloping all the way.
Even though the rumbling sound was cut off in the terminal, the airline people seemed to have intuition. A group of flight attendants pulling the flight case tacitly stopped their hurried footsteps and stopped to watch, and a few passengers sitting by the window were also curious with their eyes. looking back.
I saw that the plane on the runway was covered in snow white as the background color. The fuselage was sprayed with a pictographic golden phoenix. The wings were extended with the wings.
Fu Mingyu glanced at the watch again.
Six-fourteen, not a cent.
A slight smile appeared in his eyes, and he actually stood here until the moment the plane stopped on the tarmac.
Bo Yang looked at the time and said, "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Mingyu looked at him sideways and raised his eyebrows.
Bo Yang cleared his throat, "Well, there's still time."
While talking, a child in the waiting hall shouted, "Dad! What kind of plane is that? It's so beautiful!"
The child's father is really a connoisseur. He hugged him and walked to the window, "This is our country's own plane, have you seen that golden phoenix? The ACJ31 model that has this in the future is amazing, it's so low. Clouds can automatically land, and…”
The father's tirade was interrupted by the child's cry, "Wow! The pilot is down!"
As Fu Mingyu could see, the crew car had already set up the elevator, and the captain sent by World Airways came out first.
The view by the window was wider, and Fu Mingyu walked over slowly.
Bo Yang and the two assistants at the back looked at each other, did not dare to say more, and followed.
After all, who doesn't want to look at the planes they bought at a high price
Fu Mingyu looked at the cabin door. The captain had already stepped down a few steps, and the co-pilot followed closely. The two of them, Fu Mingyu, were familiar with each other. They were the modified crew members he personally decided to send for training.
And when the third person came out, Fu Mingyu narrowed his eyes.
The wind on the tarmac was strong, whistling past, blowing the hair on her cheeks, fluttering in front of her eyes, and puffing up her white uniform shirt.
Instead of going down the stairs in a hurry, she took off the flight cap, tucked it between her arms, stood there, raised her head and looked around, her eyes finally fixed on the six characters "Jiangcheng International Airport".
"Wow! Is that a sister?" the child shouted again. "Is she a flight attendant? Why is she wearing different clothes?"
The child's father smiled and put him on his shoulders, allowing him to see more broadly, "Haha, that's also a pilot, a female pilot. Dad also saw a female pilot for the first time."
The child's voice caught the attention of several passengers nearby, and gradually some people stood by the window to look at the special-looking plane.
Fu Mingyu unwittingly took a step forward again, less than thirty centimeters away from the glass.
He fixed his eyes on her walking towards the terminal building, her figure becoming clearer and clearer.
Her black trousers were blown tightly against her legs by the wind, and she took every step cleanly.
The captain who was side by side seemed to be talking to her. She tilted her head sideways, and every smile was filled with flying expressions, covering up the presence of the co-pilot on the side.
Suddenly, she looked up at the terminal and looked straight at it.
She knew that she was only looking at the whole terminal building, but the illusion of sight lines coming from the interlaced space made Fu Mingyu's breathing tighten once.
"Mr. Fu? The radio is already urging boarding."
Bai Yang said suddenly from the side.
Fu Mingyu nodded, turned and walked towards the boarding gate.
After a few steps, he paused again and looked back at the apron, only to see a crew car slowly heading into the distance.