Most of the military airports are located in remote places. It takes about ten minutes to drive south all the way before there are a few people.
Fucheng hugged his coat and looked ahead: "There is no special reason. I can't keep up with the training, and there are some things at home. I didn't have much time to train, so I retired. Mr. Zhuo should know that although Civil Aviation is also very I am busy and often fly various international routes, but compared with the air force, especially the carrier-based air force, I still have a lot of time.”
Zhuo Huan glanced at Fu Cheng, the black-haired young man talked about himself in a very calm tone. Viewed from the side, his eyelashes are long and dense, and when he lowers his eyes slightly, a faint shadow falls on his lower eyelid. Because of his fair skin, it is more obvious, and he has an inexplicably melancholy and quiet temperament.
A "really?" came to his lips, but somehow he swallowed it back.
His knuckle fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel, Zhuo Huan's voice was loose and soft, as if humming from his nose, with a long nasal sound: "Have you finished your business at home?"
Fu Cheng was slightly surprised, and turned to look at him.
Zhuo Huan held the steering wheel with one hand and looked ahead: "Take care of your subordinates, is there any problem?"
a long time.
Fu Cheng said: "I'm done."
Zhuohuan let out a cry.
Fu Cheng: "Where is Mr. Zhuo, why did you suddenly resign from Mai Fei?"
As if he heard something funny, there happened to be a red light, Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at Fu Cheng: "Old Joseph should have told you."
Fucheng was stunned.
"I have a 5% stake in Maifei."
It turned out to be this thing. Fu Cheng: "Yes, I said so."
Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue and stepped on the accelerator: "Do you know what this 5% stake means?"
"what?"
"It means, it took you a second to say the word 'what'. And in this second, there was already an extra $7 in my bank card."
Fucheng: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "In the blink of an eye, 7 dollars will be in your hands. Since you don't have to do anything, you can get it, so my resignation is more understandable than your retirement..."
"Money will drop from the sky, Fucheng."
Fucheng.
The man pronounced the name in a low voice, with an ambiguous twist on the tip of his tongue. Zhuo Huan smiled arrogantly, as Lina said, if one day someone wants to write an autobiography for this man, one sentence can represent his life—
A proud and conceited life.
But he has enough capital to be so arrogant.
However.
"Really?"
The dazzling smile that was as conceited as the scorching sun paused for a moment, Zhuo Huan moved slowly, looked at Fu Cheng: "Huh?"
Fu Cheng hugged his coat, leaned on the seat, nodded, and said as if talking to himself: "7 dollars per second, I really can't imagine what it feels like."
It turned out to be this.
Zhuohuan: "Oh."
When returning to the urban area, it happened to be the evening peak.
An hour later, the two returned to UAAG headquarters.
People from the program team of "Havoc in the Sky" were still staying in the building. When the elevator opened, Zhuo Huan frowned when he saw the blond-haired and blue-eyed strange staff, and found Lina: "It's not over yet?"
Lina smiled and said, "Professor Jinna just finished the interview, and now it's Su Fei's turn. But it took me a long time to watch."
"Um?"
"He's nervous."
After hearing this, Fucheng followed Lina's helpless gaze. I saw that a meeting room was sorted out by the program team and used as an interview room. High-wattage lighting and huge lighting panels are placed in the most reasonable places, reflecting the dark side of the character's face in an extremely three-dimensional effect. Su Fei was sitting in it, with several black cameras in front of him.
Fu Cheng: "Did you put makeup on him?"
Lina: "I transformed it for him."
Fu Cheng was surprised and said, "You transformed?"
Lina blinked: "Children have thin skin and blush easily."
Everyone laughed immediately, even Zhuo Huan looked at Su Fei who was stiff and motionless on the chair, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Zhuo Huan: "You said before that they wanted to interview me?"
Lina looked up: "Reid?"
"Then I'm ready for this interview."
Lina didn't understand what her friend meant for the first time, she was very surprised: "It's not that you don't like this kind of public activities..."
"Is it really good to bully Su Fei like this?" Fu Cheng laughed.
Zhuo Huan was startled when he heard the words, and looked up at Fu Cheng with a meaningful expression.
Only then did Lina suddenly realize that, with a stern face, she accused her friend: "This cold joke is not funny at all."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and thought: I think it's quite funny.
An hour later, Su Fei's interview finally ended. Seeing Zhuo Huan's return, the program crew asked to interview him again, but Lina gently refused. If Reid·Irvin·Patrick can be invited to the show, it will definitely cause a more sensational effect. It's a pity that Mr. Patrick never shows up on such occasions, and he rarely even attends industry gatherings.
As the administrative director of UAAG, Lina has arranged all the reception of guests in an orderly manner. As soon as the staff of "Holocaust in the Air" were sent away, she booked a seat: UAAG had asked Professor Teiichi Tsuna to help investigate the case of Japan Airlines 917, and it was a thank you gift to invite him to dinner this time.
In fact, Lina has long proposed to give compensation, but Professor Tsuna did not agree, so there was this dinner.
It is a high-end Japanese food for one person.
Each of the six people sat on the tatami, and the waiter in white kimono gently placed the small dish containing the meal in front of everyone, which was a traditional kneeling service.
Emperor Jinnai and Zhuo Huan sat opposite each other, which was a seat Lina deliberately arranged. Professor Jinnai was the guest of honor, so it was only natural for Master Zhuo to entertain him personally. However, the two of them seemed to have no intention of talking to each other, until the last dessert was brought to the table, Emperor Jinnai wiped his lips with a white handkerchief, put his hands on his knees, and looked up at Zhuohuan.
"Zhuo Jun, will you go to the World Physics Congress in a few days?"
Zhuohuan: "No."
Tsuna Teiichi: "Oh? This is the first time it's held in Huaguo, and it's still in Shencheng, which is very close to you."
Zhuo Huan: "I'm not interested."
Emperor Jinnai thought for a while, but said nothing.
Lina smiled knowingly, she lowered her head. Her eyes happened to meet Fucheng who was on the side, she waved to Fucheng, and the two sat closer, she lowered her voice: "If you want to get the invitation letter of the World Physics Congress, you must have published in several major physics journals in the past year. Reid published a paper on the Internet. Reid published a paper last time, it seems to be three years ago. Before he was able to get the invitation letter, it was because the invitation letter was sent to Mai Fei. This year... "
it is more than words.
Fucheng looked up at Uncle Zhuo and Emperor Jinnai.
The former obviously didn't get the invitation letter at all, and he was still very calm and collected.
The latter looked regretful and seemed very sorry.
Everyone bid farewell to Emperor Tsuna at the entrance of the Japanese grocery store.
Just as the internationally renowned physicist was sent away, a cold voice sounded in this cold winter night: "Are you speaking ill of me behind my back?"
Fucheng and Lina were taken aback for a moment, and they looked at Uncle Zhuo together.
Zhuohuan put his hands in his coat pockets, while chewing the chewing gum he picked up from the grocery store, he lowered his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him. In the moonlight, his expression was gloomy and indifferent, making it impossible to see any expression or emotion.
Lina: "Is there?" She said and looked at Fucheng.
Fucheng showed a surprised expression: "No, did Mr. Zhuo hear something wrong?"
Oh, keep pretending.
Zhuo Huan snorted softly, "I'm not going to the Physics Conference because we're not in China this weekend."
Fucheng keenly captured the key word: "We?"
Zhuo Huan hummed: "Old Joseph should know, American Airlines 4012."
Old Joseph's body shook, and he said in astonishment: "USA 4012? The plane that flew from London to Boston and disappeared over the Atlantic Ocean? Found it?!"
"Well... it's back from the bottom mud in the Atlantic Ocean."
On August 19, 2020, US Airways flight 4012 flew from London to Boston.
Ten minutes after entering the Boston air traffic control area, American Airlines 4012, which was supposed to land at Logan International Airport an hour later, suddenly disappeared from the radar detector. Half an hour later, air traffic control determined that American Airlines flight 4012 was missing and made an emergency call.
An international flight mysteriously disappeared over the ocean, which made everyone inevitably think of Rogge flight 318 four years ago.
Within two days, the government confirmed that American Airlines 4012 was officially missing. Three days later, it was confirmed that the plane had crashed in the Atlantic Ocean.
After that, the United States salvaged the plane immediately. Everyone is worried that this plane will be lost in the vast ocean like Rogge 318, and will never be found again. Fortunately, the tragedy of Rogge 318 did not repeat itself. A week after the incident, the salvage company found a piece of wreckage in the Atlantic Ocean, which was determined to be American Airlines 4012.
The truth of Rogge 318 sank in the mysterious and deep Pacific Ocean, no one knows.
But the truth of American Airlines 4012 has finally come out and reappeared in the world.
On Friday, Lina booked a flight ticket, and the five of them flew to Boston on the other side of the ocean together.
At ten o'clock in the morning, a Rolls Royce picked up five people and arrived at Shencheng Airport together. After entering the VIP lounge, Lina went to the front desk to confirm the flight matters. Su Fei was very excited to tell the old Joseph and Fu Cheng about his college life in Boston for several years.
"Once I was reading in the Lamont library and saw it was 5 in the morning. When I woke up, the classmate next to me actually took a picture of me drooling and posted it on the social network! Jesus! So I hate those socialites the most..."
Old Joseph laughed loudly and said, "Where is the photo, show me."
Su Fei couldn't believe it: "You still want to watch it?"
Fu Cheng laughed, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye, he restrained his smile. After a while, he stepped up and followed, and followed to the smoking room.
The smoking room in the airport VIP lounge is cleaned many times a day. The faint smell of smoke permeates the air, it is not particularly dull, but because it is mixed with air fragrance, it brings a gloomy and soft taste.
Zhuo Huan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and in front of him was a large passenger plane that took off and landed. Curly smoke rolled upward from his fingertips, circling and hiding in the air. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around and looked away after seeing the person coming.
When Fucheng came to his side, he took out a beautiful silver metal cigarette case, pressed it lightly, and a slender cigarette popped out.
Fucheng: "..."
After a moment of silence, he took the cigarette: "Thank you."
Zhuo Huan looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the young man didn't refuse this time, but accepted it.
With smoke, not yet lit.
It stands to reason that places like the smoking room are equipped with lighters, but Fucheng looked around, but couldn't find them all at once.
"Do you want a fire?"
Fu Cheng turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan lowered his head slightly, holding the half-burned long cigarette in his mouth, he smiled lightly and approached Fu Cheng. After a long silence, Fu Cheng bit his cigarette holder and moved over. The white cigarette tip touched another cigarette that was already burning, and he took a slight breath. The wind in his mouth drove the air flow, and the cigarette was quickly ignited.
Fucheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke.
Perhaps it was an illusion, as the two smokes offset each other, there seemed to be a bit of that man's smell left between the teeth and cheeks.
Fucheng suddenly became irritable. With a cigarette between his fingers, he leaned against the metal railing and watched a plane take off outside the window.
Coincidentally, it was a McFly F485.
"How does it feel to see the plane you designed take off, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuohuan took a puff of cigarette: "I don't feel it."
Fucheng didn't believe it.
"I didn't design it alone. Mai Fei set up this project nineteen years ago, when I was a ten-year-old child." The aircraft next to the airway building found three McFly F485s at a glance. "The improvement of the trailing edge flap, do you know who designed it?"
Fu Cheng: "Isn't it you?"
Since he asked this question, it must not be Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan: "The A9 design team has 24 people, and they are responsible for the flaps. Behind this aircraft are more than 3,000 people, spanning 15 years of hard work."
After a while.
Fu Cheng: "You seem to be in a good mood today."
Zhuo Huan's energetic expression suddenly stopped, he turned his head and looked at Fu Cheng. He raised his eyebrows: "No, you feel wrong."
Just as Fu Cheng was about to speak again, Zhuo Huan slightly pointed with the hand holding the cigarette, pointing to the outside of the house.
"Then you think the two of them are different today."
Fu Cheng looked in the direction of his finger.
Outside the smoking room, the punk boy danced and told old Joseph about his college life, and old Joseph was amused by him.
Fu Cheng: "Su Fei. After he won the IMO gold medal, he went to Boston to study at university and stayed there for many years. Now we are going to Boston, he is very excited."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Hard Joseph."
"Old Joseph?" Fu Cheng asked in surprise.
Zhuo Huan looked at the blue sky outside the window: "On January 17, 2003, US Airways Flight 384 crashed. He was the captain. He lost a leg. Oh yes, you know, he said it."
Fucheng frowned.
Zhuo Huan: "What he didn't say is that he was lucky enough to survive the air crash. He was very lucky, or the people on that plane were basically very lucky. The lawn and the entire cockpit were almost completely destroyed. But none of the flight attendants and passengers in the cabin died, they all survived. To be honest, the two pilots were very unfortunate. Never woke up."
Fu Cheng suddenly realized: "You mean the co-pilot?"
"Dead on the spot."
Fu Cheng opened his lips.
"Do you know what caused the air crash?" Zhuo Huan tilted his head slightly, his hair fell on his collarbone along his slender neckline.
"what?"
Knowing that the accident was related to Old Joseph, Fucheng has been deliberately avoiding it. He didn't want to inquire about Old Joseph's past in private, firstly because he didn't want to poke other people's wounds, and secondly because he put himself in the other's shoes. If it was him, he didn't want others to inquire about his affairs in private.
Zhuo Huan: "The direct reason is the bad weather. Secondly, in the extremely bad weather, the co-pilot made a visual approach, made a mistake in the operation, and the plane crashed. And the co-pilot only had one son... Seventeen years later, He was the co-pilot of US Airways when he was flying an Airbus A390 that crashed in the Atlantic Ocean."
"And this Airbus A390 is American Airlines 4012."
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Heh, money will drop from the sky, Fucheng.
Lina [smiling]: But no daughter-in-law is lost in the sky, Reid.