"I don't think it's quite right."
"I don't think it's quite right either."
"It feels weird."
"It feels weird everywhere."
Su Fei and old Joseph looked at each other, feeling that they were hard to find, and cherished each other.
Fu Cheng raised his head from the computer screen, followed their gaze, and looked at the man sitting by the window.
EASA is still investigating the interest groups behind the leather bag company in detail. They have to follow the clues and investigate the entire industry chain clearly, so that they can give the final investigation opinion. But the UAAG has been able to write the initial accident investigation report. From morning till now, Fu Cheng and the others have been busy collecting all the accident process reports, and handed them over to Zhuo Huan after sorting out, and he will write the investigation report.
However.
"Mr. Zhuo, how long have you been looking out the window?" Fu Cheng asked.
Su Fei immediately came over: "I can answer this question, it's been an hour! I sat there with a cup of coffee in the morning and watched the scenery, and now I see it. What do you think he is looking at?"
Old Joseph was very experienced, took a sip of coffee, and said leisurely: "Reid may not be looking at something."
Fu Cheng and Su Fei looked at him together.
Old Joseph said with emotion: "Based on my experience, he is being lazy!"
Fu Cheng and Su Fei: "..."
At this moment, Lina walked by. "Reid is thinking about life," she said with a smile.
The three looked up at her together.
How to say
Lina: "One's life is always full of surprises and surprises, with family, friendship and love running through it. If one day someone wants to write an autobiography for Reid—in fact, a magazine writer invited him last year, He didn’t agree—I believe that if you open this autobiography, from the beginning to the end, you can sum up the whole thing in one sentence.”
"what?"
Lina pretended to be deep, with deep eyes: "A proud and conceited life, and how to continue to be proud and conceited in the face of mistakes. Sometimes I think Reid should change his name, Lucifer, it suits him very well." She winked playfully Blinking, "Pride is his original sin."
Su Fei and old Joseph laughed loudly.
But Fucheng was thoughtful, he always felt... Lina just looked at him a few more times just now, there is no deep meaning.
Lina didn't say any more, she walked to the window and asked, "Do you need a refill for your coffee, sir?"
Zhuo Huan handed over the cup very naturally, and at the same time said—
"In 2013, NHIS conducted a survey on national sexual orientation. The study showed that among 68,814 respondents, 1,149 were gay and 515 were bisexual. That is to say, bisexuality accounted for 0.7% of the total number. The following year, NHIS Another national sexuality survey was conducted, and 1.3% of the survey respondents were bisexual.” Zhuo Huan spoke with eloquence, casually, “In general, bisexuality accounts for about 1% of the population.”
Lina: "...?"
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Zhuo Huan: "As we all know, sexual orientation has little to do with a country, region, or culture. The proportion of bisexuals in Huaguo should be about 1% of the total population. This probability can be applied globally."
"A total of 93 investigators are responsible for Martha flight 123, including five from UAAG and 88 from EASA."
"so… "
"Among the 93 people, there is one bisexual, which is in line with the probability."
Lina stood where she was, looking at her friend in a daze.
Zhuo Huan snorted softly, stood up, and poured coffee for himself. "My inference may not be wrong."
Lina: "..."
Raising his head, he realized that his three members had been looking in this direction, pointing from time to time. Zhuo Huan frowned and walked over. At this moment, he was completely revived, and glanced down, looking at Su Fei's computer screen: "Have you sorted out the relevant data reports of the black box?"
Punk teenagers are facing a big enemy, so they rush into the busy work.
By the window, Lina finally came back to her senses. Looking at her friend's back, she couldn't help laughing again.
It took UAAG members three days to complete the investigation report of the Martha 123 air crash accident, and finally spent another day writing the initial version of the investigation report. Zhuo Huan sent the report to EASA, and finally published it on EASA's official website.
As soon as the investigation report came out, it immediately caused a sensation all over the world.
"Man-made tragedy! Rich and powerful son's soul-breaking leather bag company"
"Dream breaks the sky, Truffaut family heir dies because of screws"
England, Scotland, East Lothian.
In the majestic and vicissitudes of the old castle, Mrs. Truffaut broke down in tears when she learned the real cause of her son's death. She couldn't face such a simple and outrageously tragic truth, let alone bear that her son died because of money.
"If we hadn't kicked him out of the house like that, if we had trusted him more and let him fulfill his dream, how could Gerald have died! His house didn't even have a decent piece of furniture. I'll go Look, I went to see it, Louis, he drove a second-hand pickup truck, he saved money, our son died in the hands of money. Why!"
One of the cheapest Truffaut bags is about 400 euros.
A ticket for Martha 123 flight costs only 11 euros.
Faced with his wife's questioning, Mr. Truffaut was speechless. After a long silence, he turned on the phonograph. He only heard a sound mixed with electronic noise, coming from a sound system worth tens of thousands.
"Martha 123 is ready to take off, waiting for permission to take off. Over." The voice was a little different from what he remembered, as if it was rougher and more mature, obviously hoarse because of being too tired, but with a hint of joyful smile meaning. "Leon, next month for Ellie's birthday, I prepared a gift for her. I don't know if she likes it."
The captain laughed loudly: "If she knows that Uncle Gerald still remembers her birthday, she will be very happy. What gift did you prepare?"
It was an ordinary chat before take-off, and Gerald said dissatisfiedly: "How can the gift be announced in advance, it is not a surprise. By the way, we will suddenly fly an extra flight to Berlin tonight, and we will definitely not be able to return to Zurich. It's you who fly, I'll just check after landing, you go to the hotel to rest first... "
The voice of the air traffic control interjected: "Martha Flight 123, enter the runway and prepare to take off."
In the cabin, the two pilots immediately stopped chatting.
Amidst the crackling electric current, the co-pilot said seriously to the control tower: "Martha flight 123, prepare to take off."
…
After the release of the first version of the investigation report, the investigation work of UAAG came to an end, and the rest was handed over to EASA.
The direct cause of the air crash was that the screw model did not match, causing the tail to fall. The airline must bear financial compensation and compensate the families of the two pilots. The money was paid in advance by Martha Airlines. As for how they will claim compensation from the leather bag company, it is their own business.
In addition, EASA also suggested to the European aviation management department to amend the law to put an end to this kind of confusion in the industry.
"Gerard Truffaut's death at least brought a good ending." At the dining table, everyone in UAAG was eating, and suddenly they heard this, and they all looked at the speaker. Zhuo Huan had finished eating the pasta on his plate, he leaned back on the chair, chewing gum.
"European aviation law will definitely add a clause to ban all leather bag companies hiding in the undercurrent." Zhuo Huan stretched his wrist a little bit, and his tone was natural: "Because the person who died was named Truffaut."
Everyone's lips moved, but no one could refute him.
Yes, if the dead are two ordinary pilots, European aviation law may not be changed because of them.
A seemingly simple leather bag company hides a huge and intricate profit network with entangled roots and branches behind it. No one would do such a complicated thing because of a cargo plane crash. Europe's aviation industry has been chaotic for decades and has never changed.
But now, the Truffaut family will definitely facilitate this matter.
Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze, and he looked at the pasta on the plate calmly.
What would have been the outcome of the accident if Gerard Truffaut had not been one of the victims
The families of the pilots received financial compensation, and the official released an investigation report, strongly recommending that the government amend aviation-related laws. However, that's all there is to it. It is not known whether the law will really be amended. After the law is amended, whether it will really change the dark market behind the dark tide of the European aviation industry.
After dinner, this is the last day of UAAG in Schaffhausen. Tomorrow they will book a ticket and return to Shencheng.
Since it was the last day and the investigation report was finished, everyone started to wander around the town. This small town in Europe occupies a small area, and it only takes an hour to walk from the westernmost to the easternmost. When the five of them walked to the entrance of the theater in the small town, Old Joseph looked at the poster pasted at the entrance and said in surprise, ""Romeo and Juliet"? Wow, it's actually a performance by the Royal Song and Dance Troupe of England. I didn't expect to see it in such a small place. To such a good musical."
Everyone stopped.
Old Joseph smiled, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "Reid, we have worked hard for several months, shouldn't we be rewarded? Anyway, it is reimbursed from public funds. Before in Helsinki, every time I drank, I was reimbursed. This time I have been tired for so long. Shouldn't there be some spiritual rewards too? I see that the show hasn't even started yet, and it seems there are still tickets on sale... "
Old Joseph winked, which was extremely obvious.
Su Fei was also very interested in this, and looked at Uncle Zhuo expectantly.
It doesn't matter to Fucheng, he has never watched a musical.
Uncle Zhuo's eyes swept over them one by one, he let out a light sigh, and said confidently, "No money."
Everyone: "..."
Uncle Zhuo pointed to a pair of young men and women performing street performances in the town square with his chin: "Please listen to it for free."
"..."
Do you still need to treat this horse riding
Old Joseph and Su Fei wanted to say something, but Uncle Zhuo had already spread his long legs, came to the crowd performing on the street, and listened to their songs. He didn't mean to look back at all, because he really didn't intend to spend a dime to invite his members to watch a musical.
Su Fei: "Stingy! Miser! Grandet! The team building was agreed, but the result is to go out and eat pizza and pasta, and then watch a street performance?!"
Old Joseph was also filled with righteous indignation: "Reid's behavior is really disgusting. If I had so much money, I would definitely donate it generously and invite my friends to share it with me. What is the most painful thing in this world... "
Old Joseph and Su Fei looked at each other with a tacit understanding.
"The person is gone, and the money has not been spent yet!"
Lina said helplessly, "I have to avenge Reid now."
Everyone looked at her.
Lina's tone is sincere: "Reid's situation is really not very good, his financial situation is quite bad."
A question mark slapped on the faces of Old Joseph and Su Fei. Fucheng remained calm on the surface, but concentrated his attention and looked at Lina.
The conversation between Lina and Zhuo Huan on the plane came to mind again.
Fucheng said in surprise: "Lina, Teacher Zhuo's financial situation is not good? I know that Teacher Zhuo has a private island in the Atlantic Ocean."
Old Joseph nodded immediately: "Yes, this is what my friend in NTSB told me. He was invited to Reid's island five years ago!"
Lina couldn't laugh or cry: "Onirii? Yes, Reid bought it, but it doesn't belong to Reid anymore."
Fucheng: "?"
Su Fei: "?"
Old Joseph: "?"
Old Joseph immediately said: "No, if according to what you said, Reid is really not as rich as the rumors outside, what about the clothes he wears?" He pointed to Zhuo Huan who was listening to the song in the distance, "Even today I can also tell that the trench coat is from Brioni and the boots on Reid's feet are from Berluti."
Just like that, you told me he was poor
Lina frowned and said helplessly: "My dear Joseph, I'm surprised that you can remember them so clearly. I don't know much about men's clothing. But if you know more deeply, you will find that The Brioni trench coat on Reid is from last fall and the Berluti boots from the year before... It's been a long time since Reid has worn anything new. Doesn't that just mean, our friend, that he seems a bit Is it difficult?"
Old Joseph: "..."
Reasonable and convincing.
After believing the fact that Uncle Zhuo really has no money, the next second, a question lingered in everyone's mind.
... Zhuohuan, why is there no money
However, before they asked, Lina stepped up and walked towards the street artist. Everyone was stunned for a while, and had no choice but to follow. By the time they arrived, the two young entertainers had already finished a song. Because the singing was in French, none of the three understood it.
Zhuo Huan's cool and handsome face did not show any fluctuations in expression, he looked at the two young singers quietly, as if he was still listening to the song that had ended, indulged in it, and savored it carefully.
In the thunderous applause, the singers kept bowing to thank the audience for their praise.
After a long time, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and said to Lina, "Lend me the checkbook."
Lina froze for a moment, took out the check book from her bag and handed it over.
Several other members of UAAG: "???"
Fuck, bring a checkbook with you? !
Zhuo Huan wrote a terrible number on the checkbook with a pen, and signed his name. Then he tore off the page, stepped forward, and placed it lightly in the singer's hat, which was lying on the ground.
Before the two singers could react, they thought they were just ordinary kind-hearted listeners, they smiled at Zhuo Huan and gave them a smile. Zhuo Huan returned to the crowd, put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows at his companion: "Let's go?"
Old Joseph: "... Reid, I must have read it wrong just now, I saw you wrote ten thousand euros on that check."
Zhuo Huan: "You read that right."
Old Joseph and Su Fei quickly turned their eyes, stared at Lina with wide eyes.
Lina spread her hands innocently: "I'm not lying."
Everyone: "..."
I really believe that you rich people are poor!
Su Fei and old Joseph clamored for a treat again, but Zhuo Huan didn't even move his eyelids, pretending he didn't hear it.
Fu Cheng: "What was the name of that song just now?"
Zhuo Huan looked up at Fu Cheng. The black-haired young man really didn't understand that song, he just subconsciously felt that Zhuo Huan would not spend so much money for no reason, and this song might be very meaningful. Of course, it also sounds really good.
"L'ete indien."
Zhuo Huan said the name seriously in a flat tone.
The author has something to say:
Su Fei & Old Joseph: God damn poor! I believe the ghosts of you rich people! ! ! !