In the busy financial CBD center, every working day at 8:30 in the morning, the urban white-collar workers who were walking forward slowly seemed to be winded up, and rushed to the skyscrapers with glass curtain walls.
At nine o'clock, Fucheng came to the downstairs of the building.
He is in no hurry.
As Lina said, there are only five members in UAAG, so it doesn't matter if you are late or not. And according to the normal working hours, Uncle Zhuo should have just woken up.
Walking leisurely in Fucheng, against the background of a group of sweaty white-collar workers, he looks like a rich second generation who doesn't know the sufferings of the world. Apparently he also suffered a lot of jealous eyes because of this. He walked to the coffee cart downstairs in the building and ordered a cup of coffee: "A cup of mocha, thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. Fu Cheng was slightly startled, and said again: "One more cup of black coffee."
Holding two cups of coffee, Fu Cheng walked up and handed the black coffee to the other party. "Teacher Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and saw the person coming. He was also polite, after taking the coffee: "I don't drink black coffee."
Fucheng took out three bags of sugar and two bags of condensed milk from the bag.
Zhuo Huan glanced at him in surprise, showing a meaningful expression, hooked the corner of his mouth, and swallowed the sugar and condensed milk.
The two took the elevator upstairs together.
As soon as you get out of the elevator, UAAG's flamboyant metal hollow signboard comes into view. Lina happened to go out to water the green plants, Zhuo Huan: "Why don't you hire someone to do this."
Lina straightened up: "I like watering the flowers. Did you come together?" Her eyes turned around Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng.
Fu Cheng smiled and said: "It just happened to meet me downstairs." At this moment, Su Fei beckoned Fu Cheng to come over, Fu Cheng greeted him, and quickly walked in the door.
Lina held the shower head and looked at the thin and straight back of the black-haired young man. A cup of coffee kept dangling in front of her eyes, and Lina came back to her senses.
Zhuo Huan: "Three bags of sugar, two bags of condensed milk."
Lina: "Huh?"
Uncle Zhuo let out a triumphant voice from between his teeth: "Fucheng bought it for me." After speaking, he gave him a look: Could it be that he has a crush on me
Everything is kept silent, Mr. Zhuo has always followed the principle of being euphemistic and low-key, and he doesn't like to make publicity. When he realized it, he strode away.
Lina: "..."
All right, just pretend that he really has a crush on you!
Although back in Shanghai, the follow-up accident of Martha Flight 123 still needs to be handed over to Europe.
The direct cause of this air crash was improper maintenance, which caused the tail of the plane to fall off. Martha Airlines must take responsibility and pay a certain amount of money to the pilot's family. But of course the airline would not let it go, they hired a lawyer and started a long wrangling with the families of the victims on the amount of compensation.
Lina: "Reid, I forwarded Mr. Gao's email to you. He wants to ask you for help. He will testify in court next month and explain to the jury that the tail wing of Flight 123 crashed."
Uncle Zhuo drank his coffee and stood by the window looking at the scenery: "No time, you go."
Lina shrugged helplessly.
Throughout the morning, Su Fei was extremely excited. He was fidgety, and there seemed to be a brazier under the chair, and he had to stand up and walk around after sitting for a minute. In the afternoon, he finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Lina, when will the people from "House of Air" come?"
Lina glanced at the itinerary: "The appointment is in the afternoon, at 2 o'clock at the earliest, and at 3 o'clock at the latest." She looked away and said with a smile: "However, the person they want to interview is Reid in name."
Su Fei immediately turned around and said loudly: "RIP, the people from "House of Air" want to interview you!"
The next moment, Zhuo Huan's voice sounded, and Su Fei imitated his tone, speaking in a strange way. The two spoke in unison, forming a funny effect: "No time, you go." Then Su Fei said to himself and raised his hand: "Okay, I'll go!"
Fucheng and Old Joseph laughed together.
Zhuo Huan glanced at Su Fei: "Tsk, promising."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lina took the notice from the front desk and went downstairs to pick up the guests. Su Fei was so excited that he begged Fu Cheng to wait at the elevator entrance with him. Seeing that the number in the elevator gradually changed from 1 to 22, and the second after that number changed to 24, there was a "ding" sound, and Su Fei opened his eyes wide expectantly. Lina turned sideways, letting the people in the elevator go first. come out.
The indoor landscape fountain was running, and the sound of splashing water broke the silence. Several flamboyant and luxurious metal chandeliers are reflected on the metal wall of the elevator, making it even more resplendent. A tall and thin man was standing in the elevator, he didn't come out first just because Lina made way for him. He stood upright and gestured to Lina, women first. Lina smiled and walked out the door first, followed by the man.
Fu Cheng's eyes lingered on the man in the well-fitting suit for a moment, he raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the other's delicate and indifferent eyebrows.
The elevator door closed behind the man. Su Fei was stunned for a while, then ran over to have a look, and asked Lina, "Where's the camera? Just one person? The rest of the program crew are down here and haven't come up yet? You didn't take the same elevator." come up?"
Lina asked in surprise, "You don't know him?"
The man's lips moved, and he was about to speak, when Fucheng stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Jinna, hello."
Emperor Jinnai looked at Fu Cheng, and also stretched out his hand: "Fu Jun, hello."
Su Fei: "..."
Anyone who rides a horse wants to see a big man!
As soon as the three of them welcomed Zinnadi into the UAAG headquarters, Old Joseph recognized him at a glance. He hurriedly got up from the sofa and said a few polite words. Uncle Zhuo had been sitting in front of the computer and typing away. When he heard that Emperor Jinnai had arrived, he raised his eyelids and took a look.
"Mr. Zhuo."
"Tsuna-kun."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"Coffee as you please."
There were only four sentences in total, and the two didn't communicate any more.
As soon as Emperor Zinnai sat in the UAAG conference room, he only sat on the first third of the chair, his upper body stood up straight, and his hands were well placed. After Lina poured him tea, she couldn't bear to see the guests doing nothing, and said, "Do you want to visit UAAG, Professor Tsuna. The people from the program team haven't come yet. When they come, I will arrange for you to be the first to be interviewed."
"Thank you, I'm sorry."
Lina walked around the UAAG headquarters with Tsuna Teiichi.
There are only five people in UAAG, but the place is very large and magnificent, and it is definitely not a problem for people to visit.
Fucheng was sorting out the prosecution materials of Martha Flight 123. Su Fei poked his arm and whispered, "That Tsunade Teiichi, why are you here?"
Fucheng thought for a while: "Lina just said that "House of Air" invited UAAG and Professor Jinnai, and they also want to interview Professor Jinnai."
Uncle Zhuo's lazy voice cut in: "This year's World Physics Congress will be held in Shanghai this Saturday. He stopped by, so he accepted the interview by the way."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan also looked at him, they looked at each other, Zhuo Huan laughed, then looked down at the computer screen.
Fu Cheng was at a loss.
… What did Zhuo Huan mean when he looked at him just now
How does it feel weird.
After visiting for half an hour, the two returned to the meeting room. Before entering the conference room, as soon as Emperor Jinnai stopped, he turned half sideways, bowed his head slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Lina, is that Mr. Su?"
Lina looked in his direction.
Su Fei was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone boredly, waiting eagerly for the interviewer from "Havoc in the Sky" to come and count.
Lina showed a kind smile: "Yes, that's Su Fei. He was the one who made a macro virus and sent it to Professor's computer."
"Oh."
Suddenly, his back felt cold, and the hairs all over his body stood up. Su Fei couldn't hold a steady hand, and the phone hit his face with a thud.
"Damn it!"
While talking, Lina answered the phone. Su Fei stood up like a carp, and looked at her expectantly regardless of the red marks on his cheeks. Lina nodded with a smile: "I'll go down to pick up people. Old Joseph, please entertain Professor Jinnai for me."
"no problem!"
As soon as Lina left, Su Fei dragged Fu Cheng to the elevator, waiting anxiously.
"Did you say that the people in the program group will put on makeup for you?"
"It's the second time for me to be on TV. The last time was when I was interviewed by the BBC and won the IMO gold medal."
"Hey, Fucheng, when I interview you later, what are you going to say?"
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "It stands to reason that UAAG only needs one person to be interviewed."
Su Fei: "Is it me? Is it me?"
Fu Cheng smiled, and was about to speak when the phone rang suddenly. Looking at the number on the phone screen, the smile on his lips froze. Astonishment, doubt and a trace of undetectable tension flashed in his eyes, even Fucheng himself didn't notice it, he stood up straight the moment he connected the phone, his right hand pressed against the seam of his trousers, as if he had integrated into his body's instincts, his voice was swift and Short: "Hello."
Hearing the words from the other end of the phone, Fu Cheng's expression became more serious.
At this time, the elevator sounded "ding".
At the same moment, a man in a black coat also appeared at the gate of UAAG. Zhuo Huan's eyes quickly glanced over the noisy and chaotic crowd in the elevator, and in the next second, he found Fu Cheng. The two looked at each other, Zhuo Huan stepped forward and grabbed his wrist without saying a word.
Lina stood in the elevator: "Reid?"
The staff of "House of Air" in the elevator: "Mr. Patrick?!"
Zhuo Huan said quickly: "Lend me the car."
Lina subconsciously handed over the car keys to the other party.
Staff: "Mr. Patrick, where are you going? We want to interview you. When will you be back?"
"No comment!"
The elevator doors closed mercilessly in front of everyone, and everyone stared blankly, at a loss. After a while, Lina rolled up the black hair scattered around her ears, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please go this way. Regarding the interviewee, Reid has already arranged with me in advance. This time the interviewee of UAAG is this Fly Su Mr. McFly company spent several months not repairing the black box, and it was he who repaired it. As we all know, the black box is the key to finding out the truth about the Japan Airlines 917 crash... "
From the 24th floor to the basement parking lot.
The elevator was extremely fast, but Fucheng felt that it was extremely slow. However, no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't teleport directly to the parking lot, and Fucheng gradually calmed down. He looked at Zhuo Huan at the side: "Mr. Zhuo, you and I...are the same thing?"
Zhuo Huan: "Shencheng Dachang Airport."
Fu Cheng's expression darkened immediately: "Yes. But I thought it was a secret of Hua Kingdom. And you..."
"I have always been a Chinese citizen, don't you know?"
"I know, but..."
Zhuo Huan interrupted him: "Here we are."
The two soon found Lina's car in the parking lot, which was an extremely cool red Ferrari. There are only two seats in total, Fu Cheng sat in the co-pilot, and just as he fastened his seat belt, Zhuo Huan stepped on the gas pedal. The ultra-high-performance engine of the sports car roared like a beast, and flew out, heading straight for Shencheng Dachang Airport.
Arriving at the gate of the airport, there were already two young soldiers in military uniforms waiting outside.
Seeing this arrogant and beautiful red Ferrari, the two simple and honest soldiers didn't react until Zhuo Huan pressed the window of the car. The two trotted over: "Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan: "Well, he is Fucheng."
The soldier saluted Fucheng: "Major Fu."
Zhuohuan: "Okay, hurry up and take us there."
"Yes!"
The gate of the airport opened slowly, and they drove about half a kilometer inward, and the two got off the car.
A middle-aged officer in a military uniform with two bars and four stars on his shoulders walked over. Seeing him, Fucheng immediately stood at attention and gave a standard military salute. The officer glanced at him, nodded, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "Mr. Zhuo, please come here temporarily. This is our first test flight, and we have done a lot of dangerous maneuvers without any problems. I didn't expect it to be the last , ready to land, suddenly something happened!"
Everyone walked in together.
Zhuo Huan: "Please, explain the situation carefully."
The officer with the rank of colonel didn't speak any more, he glanced at the major officer beside him. The latter explained in detail: "Mr. Zhuo, Fucheng, this test flight plan is code-named 3867. I will not disclose the specific aircraft model. We have studied this fighter for four years. It is based on the American F-22 Raptor fighter jet. Make improvements. At present, its design M number is 2.5, and the actual M number is about 2.46... "
"2.46?!" Fucheng exclaimed, and he frowned: "Colonel Li, Major Ji, this number is too exaggerated. I never heard of such a fighter jet when I was still in service."
The M number, the Mach number, is also known as the speed of sound.
One Mach is one speed of sound, Mach 2.46 is 2.46 times the speed of sound.
At present, among the military fighter jets of various countries in the world, the fastest is the SR71 reconnaissance plane of the United States, which is said to have reached a terrifying speed above Mach 3. However, the American SR71 is only a reconnaissance aircraft, and in pursuit of speed, its performance is not good, and it is said that it will leak oil during flight.
However, looking at the faces of Senior Colonel Li and Major Ji, Fucheng knew that Huaguo's fighter jet was definitely not just a show for speed, it was a real magic weapon.
Major Ji continued: "This is only the theoretical speed of the laboratory. Today is our first test flight, and the highest speed detected so far is Mach 2.36. The current situation is that just about to land, the landing gear is stuck and cannot Put it down normally. We tried several solutions, but we still don’t know the specific reason. Now the remaining fuel of the plane can fly for half an hour at most, if it doesn’t work, we can only abandon the plane and make an emergency landing.”
Everyone has already walked to the general control center of the airport.
Yes, half an hour ago, Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan received a call from the Hua Guo military together, because of the accident during the test flight.
Test flight is a must for every aircraft before it is officially put into use.
Whether it is a commercial aircraft or a military fighter, it must be tested in advance before it can be officially used. For some aircraft, seven or eight test flights are enough, and for some aircraft, even hundreds of test flights are required.
When UAAG was investigating the Japan Airlines 917 crash in Finland, it transferred a test pilot from the British Air Force.
The profession of test pilots is extremely dangerous, and they often live and die with their own aircraft. In 1993, Liu Gang, a Huaguo test pilot, took off the plane, and the plane disintegrated and exploded in the air. Behind every plane, there are always countless such unknown test pilots, who use their lives to escort human beings on the road to the blue sky.
Colonel Li: "Mr. Zhuo, this is the publicly available fighter jet design information. Take a look." Then he turned his gaze to Fucheng standing behind Zhuohuan, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Fucheng, code-named Project 3867 The test pilot was Dusen."
Fu Cheng narrowed his eyes.
After a while, Fu Cheng calmly said: "Colonel, I want to know what actions the plane has made since the test flight started."
In the quiet airport command room, Zhuo Huan was sitting on the sofa, constantly flipping through the design information of this aircraft, the paper rustled. On the other side, after Fucheng heard the whole process of the flight test, he thought for a long time and asked, "Have you tried the Inmerman maneuver?"
Major Ji was sweating profusely: "I tried it, but it didn't work. The landing gear is still stuck."
Senior Colonel Li looked at Fucheng fixedly: "You used to be the best test pilot in our Shencheng Test Pilot Brigade. We have thought of all the ways we can think of so far. I invite you to come, and I also want to ask your opinion."
At this time, Zhuo Huan said: "The theoretical maximum speed of the American F-22 Raptor fighter jet is Mach 2.25. I have seen part of its design drawings. As for our aircraft, from the design drawings, the landing gear is not There should be some problem. The landing gear is stuck, and it is very likely that the aircraft is in high-speed flight mode, and the machine is stuck due to too many difficult movements at one time. "
Everyone looked at him in unison.
Zhuo Huan stood up with a calm expression: "It's not a big problem. It's not a problem with the design of the plane. It's just a small problem. It's a small problem. The only problem right now is... how to make this plane land safely."
With Zhuo Huan's affirmation, several military officers present and the designer of the plane were relieved.
Major Ji looked at the officer, and after getting affirmation, he said: "Since this is the case, we have prepared three options. First, it would be best if the landing gear can be successfully lowered, and land safely; second, the landing gear remains on. Stuck, we have covered the runway with firefighting foam to prevent fires, and the plane made an emergency landing; third, abandon the plane and let the test pilots make an emergency landing in the air with parachutes."
Colonel Li: "Our test pilots are more precious than this plane."
Hearing this, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Colonel Li. Slowly, his eyes swept over the faces of these officers and designers one by one, and finally settled on Fu Cheng.
This is not a perfunctory and hypocritical statement.
In the hearts of these people, the life of a test pilot is far more important than a fighter jet worth hundreds of millions.
In 2014, a Huaguo fighter jet crashed in a farmland in Weinan, Shaanxi. There are densely populated villages, towns and high-speed rail stations near the crash site. In order to prevent the plane from crashing into places with too many people, the pilot never chose to pop out the parachute and drove the plane to the last moment, making a heroic sacrifice.
However, the death of the Hua country pilot only happened under such circumstances, and this is the only case Zhuo Huan knew about. Otherwise, ejecting the parachute is the most common option for pilots.
Fu Cheng: "I want to talk to Du Sen."
Major Ji: "Good!"
Major Ji walked to the console and pressed the radar communication button.
The sound of piercing electric current immediately sounded in the control center. Amidst the chaotic electric current, a young and firm voice said calmly: "Dussen, code-named 3867 test pilot, is currently in a stable condition and is waiting for instructions from the tower."
Fucheng pressed the communication button and said: "Code name 3867, I am Fucheng, a former carrier-based aircraft pilot. There are a few moves that I want you to try and see if you can swing the landing gear down through gravity and inertia."
"Received, code 3867, waiting for instructions."
Closing his eyes, countless difficult maneuvers passed before his eyes. Fucheng opened his eyes again, with a steady voice: "First do a vertical maneuver with high-speed comprehensive maneuver and low-speed comprehensive maneuver. When turning to the horizontal plane, increase the speed. You have a top speed of Mach 2.3, what speed to use, just adapt to the situation.”
"Code 3867, received. Start to move around."
Everyone looked up to the window.
Dachang Airport is one of the three famous military airports in Shanghai. It does not have a civilian tower, and its command center is its tower. A large glass window provides a good 360-degree view of everything around the airport.
In the vast blue sky, I saw a triangular black fighter jet flying steadily among the clouds. The next moment, it suddenly swooped down at a large angle, heading straight for the ground in a posture that was almost perpendicular to the ground. Then when there were only 500 meters from the ground, a sharp right roll followed by a sharp turn, and the plane climbed up again.
This terrifying action shocked many people present into a cold sweat.
Major Ji: "It's not very difficult if you are doing high and low movements normally. But now that the landing gear is not fully retracted, and the landing gear is halfway down, Major Fu, you have to carefully consider the difficulty of these movements. Their difficulty has increased. More than doubled!"
"He can do it."
Major Ji was taken aback.
Fu Cheng looked at the fighter outside the window without blinking: "Because he is Du Sen."
It was another difficult low-young movement.
On the runway of the airport, a few soldiers held binoculars and looked at the landing gear of the aircraft with wide eyes. "Report to the podium, the landing gear is still stuck!"
Fucheng pressed the communication button again: "Dusen, first do a Gao Youyou, and then connect a cobra maneuver."
Zhuo Huan asked in surprise: "With the landing gear not retracted, can you do a cobra maneuver?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Zhuo Huan was dumbfounded for a moment, he couldn't help raising his head, and looked at the black-haired young man standing in the front.
Because he came out in a hurry, Zhuo Huan only realized now that Fu Cheng was only wearing a thin white shirt, and he was dragged out of the UAAG headquarters by him. In the chilly December wind, the young man didn't make a sound. At this moment, he pressed his hands on the console, and his waist and hips inevitably outlined a semicircular arc.
The shirt was stretched tightly to reveal a beautiful and slender waistline, and the trousers wrapped those straight and slender legs.
And the owner of these legs seemed to be the master of the room, everyone held their breath, waiting for him to give orders.
Zhuo Huan suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and his lips moved, until the test pilot's "received" sounded in the radar communicator, and he suddenly woke up like a dream.
Hold.
There is absolutely no business here, Zhuo Huan cursed in his heart, and sat back on the sofa. It was the first time that he was ignored by everyone. He took out his mobile phone, looked at it for a long time, and found the chat records between himself and Lina.
"He has no chance in his life! 』
... tsk.
In the vast expanse of blue sky, the young test pilot completed a difficult yoyo, and then performed a cobra maneuver non-stop: while the speed of the fighter dropped sharply, he pulled the nose up sharply, making the fighter almost stagnant in the air . At this time, its entire fuselage rose upwards, like a cobra with its head erected ready to hunt.
Ground personnel: "It seems to be loose! The landing gear seems to have dropped a little bit!"
In the command center, everyone was also very surprised: "It really works?"
Fucheng's palms were already wet with sweat at this moment, he pressed the communication button, and said in a calm voice: "Finally, do another Gaoyouyou, followed by a broken S movement." There was a pause for the first time, Fucheng asked Said: "Dusen, can you do it?"
The test pilot's voice was firm: "Brother, I will do my best."
"it is good!"
After a gorgeous and dazzling performance of difficult flying skills, under the dazzle of everyone, the fighter successfully used the gravity inertia to throw down the landing gear.
The entire Dachang Airport burst into cheers.
The life of the pilot is naturally the first priority, and this fighter jet, which has been researched for more than 20 years and spent four years designing, is of course the best if it can not be damaged.
After the fighter jet landed successfully, Colonel Li and others immediately went downstairs to meet the test pilot and check the condition of the aircraft. Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng could not go to the scene.
Major Ji said ashamedly: "Sorry, this is a military secret and cannot be disclosed."
Of course, it is okay to take a look from a distance, but to watch it closely, even if both of them are trustworthy, it is not acceptable.
Major Ji: "Do you want me to send you back to Shencheng City?"
Fu Cheng: "No, we're here by car."
"Then I'll take you downstairs."
As soon as I got downstairs, the biting cold wind hit my face. Fucheng shrunk his neck involuntarily, and the wind gushed in from his neckline. Suddenly, with a weight on his shoulder, Fu Cheng turned his head.
The black Dior coat was taken off and put on the young man.
Fucheng was surprised and said: "Teacher Zhuo..."
He didn't look like a genius aircraft designer at all. The hair tied in the back of his head and the overly handsome and elegant eyebrows and eyes made him look more like a dazzling superstar. Zhuo Huan put the overcoat on Fu Cheng's body, and his fingertips brushed lightly over the bare neck skin.
Fu Cheng's body froze suddenly, his ears felt hot, but he raised his head to look at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan's expression was indifferent, when he looked down at him, he still had the arrogant and arrogant appearance of Uncle Zhuo.
"I pulled you out and forgot to bring you a piece of clothing, it's compensation."
Fu Cheng was silent, "It's okay." He was about to take off his coat.
Zhuo Huan sneered: "Give it to me if you don't wash it clean?"
Fucheng: "..."
He put it back on with a blank expression, perhaps because it was too cold, and the heat at the base of his ears was blown away by the cold wind.
Fucheng's voice didn't fluctuate: "I'll return it to you after I wash it."
After getting into the car, I turned on the air conditioner in the car, and both of them warmed up.
Fu Cheng looked at the coat on his body, neither wearing it nor taking it off.
"That's your junior brother?"
After his body paused, Fucheng said lightly: "Well, you can't be regarded as a younger brother. When I first entered the air force training camp, the person who was my instructor was the same as Du Sen. Du Sen joined the army two years later than me. , I've heard his name, he should know me too. We haven't met."
Zhuo Huan didn't hear the young man's pretending to be calm, so he said "oh" casually: "It's great to be a test pilot of a secret fighter jet at such a young age. Who is your instructor? ?”
Uncle Zhuo just asked casually, and it was close. He was not interested in any air force training camp instructors. He quietly glanced at the young man's open neckline, and sighed in his heart.
He is more interested in this now.
But Fucheng clenched his fingers nervously, and after a long time, he smiled and said: "It's just an ordinary air force officer, just a captain, even if I say Teacher Zhuo, I don't even know him."
That's right, he doesn't know many Chinese Air Force pilots. It is even more impossible for a captain of this level to know him, and he is not interested.
It was a bit hot to wear a coat in the car, Fu Cheng took off Zhuo Huan's coat and held it in his arms. He looked down at the ground, and the roots of his ears connected with his neck to form a smooth and beautiful arc. The tall collarbone rises and falls with every breath.
Zhuo Huan looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "Speaking of which, why did you suddenly retire?"
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