Entering the small building, the first floor was empty, cleaned and smooth, like an empty warehouse.
Zhuo Huan walked in the front, followed by a cursing punk boy. Fucheng was two meters away from them, following them neither far nor near. His gaze moved up involuntarily, and stopped at the hair that was randomly tied up at the back of the man's head, feeling a little dazed.
When he reached the stairs, the man stopped, clicked his tongue softly, crushed the cigarette, and threw it away.
There was no furniture on the entire first floor, only an ashtray full of cigarette butts was placed beside the stairs. The new cigarette butt was snuffed out, and it stood in the ashtray for a few seconds with difficulty. When it went upstairs in Fucheng, it was dumped into the ashtray together with other companions.
There is no doubt that the cigarette butts in the ashtray should be the masterpiece of the same person in terms of the posture and strength of pinching the cigarette butt.
The three went upstairs together.
Zhuo Huan walked in the front, with his hands in his pockets, his body leaned forward slightly, two steps turned into one, and soon disappeared.
The punk boy carried the suitcase, which was quite inconvenient. He was obviously neglected to exercise, and he was out of breath after taking two steps. Fucheng offered a hand by the way. The punk boy looked at him in surprise, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word.
When they reached the second floor, a certain long-legged gentleman was already sitting behind the computer, frowning, typing on the keyboard.
"Tell Adrain to bring the things over quickly, it's been three days." Mr. Long Legs propped his right foot on the ground, the chair rolled back, and he looked at a beautiful blonde girl, "You should know the limit of my patience. "
The girl smiled slightly and poured the coffee: "But it seems that Adrain doesn't know." Saying that, she brought the coffee to Zhuo Huan's table. "I'll remind him again. Next time put the ashtray by the door, Reid, you smell like cigarettes."
Zhuo Huan took a sip of his coffee, and seemed to realize that the two newcomers had arrived, and looked at them.
The blond girl walked in front of the two of them and was about to speak when Mr. Long Legs stood up with a coffee in his hand: "New members, Fucheng, Su Fei. Let's get to know each other."
He opened his mouth, and all the staff on the second floor put down their work to greet the newcomers.
After they all had a face-to-face meeting, everyone went back to work one after another, leaving only the blonde girl and a benign white old man.
Blonde girl: "Fucheng, Su Fei, we met on the phone, I'm Stephanie, you can call me Lina. You just came from Huaguo, you are tired, I have arranged for someone to take you there later Rest at the hotel."
Hearing this, the punk boy's face changed slightly.
Before he could open his mouth, Lina showed an impeccable and perfect smile: "I wanted to ask why you didn't let you go directly to the hotel, but came here instead? Actually, I made my own initiative. I want you to get to know the members of UAAG first. They are colleagues." She spoke Chinese all the time, very fluently, not at all like a Frenchman, "Those just now were all from EASA (European Aviation Safety Agency), let me introduce you colleagues from UAAG."
The old white man standing beside Lina stretched out his hand: "Hard Joseph." He switched to fluent Chinese and blinked: "Call me Old Joseph."
The punk boy was very unhappy at first, but the old Joseph was good at talking and humorous, and he enlivened the atmosphere after a few strokes.
Five minutes later, the car arranged by Lina arrived, and Fucheng and the punk boy went downstairs together.
When going downstairs, Fu Cheng glanced back.
The man was standing by the window looking at a document.
The moonlight fell on his face, and he looked down at the documents intently.
Suddenly, he turned his head.
Lines of sight meet in the air.
Fucheng turned his head abruptly.
When Lina came back after sending people off, Mr. Long Legs stopped reading the materials. He touched his chin and dug in his pocket for a long time. Then, as if realizing something, he reluctantly took a piece of chewing gum from the table and threw it into his mouth. .
"Reid?"
"He has a problem with me."
Lina: "Su Fei? He has a lot of opinions on you. When I talked with him on the phone, he was very angry and accused you of why you didn't let him fly directly from Boston to Helsinki, but went to Shencheng first."
"I mean Fucheng."
Lina was stunned: "Evan Fu? Is there any?"
"I think so too." Old Joseph interjected with a smile, "Probably because you think you are not as handsome as him?"
"..."
"laugh."
"Are you kidding me?"
The wealth of UAAG is still refreshing the imagination of the two newcomers.
This time, the car that picked them up to the hotel was a Rolls-Royce. The hotel has one room per person, all suites.
He said he was going to beat the jet lag, but within an hour, Fucheng received a call from Lina.
"Old Joseph proposed to celebrate the joining of the newcomers and go to the bar for a drink. In fact, he wanted to go for a drink. If you are not very tired, you are welcome to participate, and I will arrange a car for you."
Ten minutes later, Fu Cheng and Su Fei sat in the booth of the bar, beside the excited old Joseph.
"I don't like Finnish wine. The Finnish wine is not tasty enough. It looks like a little girl's drink. Only Muskie is a little bit interesting." After making complaints in Chinese, the old Joseph raised his hand to call for the waiter. In English: "Have a glass of Muskie, oh, I really love Finnish wine."
The waiter smiled and nodded: "Is there anything else I need?"
Su Fei immediately raised his hand: "I want a glass of liqueur."
"In 1983, Brothers conducted a social brain experiment. Through SPECT scanning of isotopes, it was found that alcohol had a depressant effect on the metabolism of the frontal lobe of the brain, atrophied the cerebral cortex, and affected GABA, serotonin and neurotransmitter transmission."
After a pause, Zhuo Huan exhaled a white smoke ring and casually laughed: "In other words, he will become stupid."
Everyone: "..."
Old Joseph: "I suspect you are targeting me."
Zhuo Huan: "Your frontal lobe has matured, a little wine won't affect anything."
Old Joseph: "Oh? Then what do you mean by this passage?"
"Minors are different."
Su Fei: "..."
"Fuck, do you want to fight!"
Zhuo Huan didn't even lift his eyelids: "You can't beat me."
Without further ado, Su Fei grabbed Fu Cheng: "Brother, beat him up with me!"
Fucheng looked at him.
brother
The black-haired young man smiled gently: "I can't beat Teacher Zhuo either."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and stared quietly at Fu Cheng.
The punk boy rubbed the back of his head in confusion: "Why is it called Mr. Zhuo?"
Fu Cheng: "Teacher Zhuo is very famous in the aviation industry of China, and many people respect him."
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Old Joseph's Muskie arrived. He took a big sip and joined the topic: "Reid is well-known in the global aviation industry, haha, but this is the first time I've heard someone call him a teacher."
In the end, everyone still ordered a glass of wine.
Su Fei plausibly said: "I am so smart, I would be more friendly to ordinary people if I am stupid."
Lina took his glass away and said with a smile, "You're drunk."
Fucheng only took a sip before going to the balcony of the bar to breathe.
At night, there are many people drinking in the bar, and more and more people smoking. All kinds of smells are mixed and smoky.
In fact, he has always disliked drinking.
It was forbidden to drink alcohol when serving in the Air Force, and it was also forbidden to drink alcohol 24 hours before flying, so it was almost impossible to touch alcohol.
The clutter in the bar was swept away, and I raised my head to see the starry sky.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Cheng turned around and saw a person suddenly standing behind him.
My mind trembled violently for a moment.
Fu Cheng: "Teacher Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan leaned against the open glass door of the balcony, the lights were half-bright and half-extinguished, his upper body was hidden in the shadows, his arms were crossed, his legs were crossed, and his posture was casual. He was chewing gum, his dark eyes were like inorganic gemstones, they couldn't shine, and he just stared straight at Fucheng, as if he could stare people out.
"Many people in China's aviation industry respect me?" Zhuo Huan said suddenly.
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "Yes."
"including you?"
"Including." The answer was decisive and straightforward.
Zhuo Huan's eyebrows moved slightly.
Fucheng made a detour and walked out of the balcony. He turned his head and saw that after he left, Zhuo Huan lit a cigarette, biting his head and looking up at the night sky.
It turned out to be out to smoke.
Turning a corner, the figure behind him completely disappeared.
In an instant, the polite and alienated smile on the face of the black-haired young man disappeared instantly.
There was a voice in my mind, some were howling, some were screaming, and some were coldly announcing death. The moment he returned to the bar and saw Old Joseph and the others, the sound stopped abruptly.
Fu Cheng walked over with a smile.
One night, Old Joseph drank the most, and everyone else only drank a little.
Lina: "At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, a car will pick us up downstairs from the hotel."
After drinking the wine, Su Fei was very excited: "Got it!"
The next morning, Rolls-Royce escorted several people back to the factory area.
Old Joseph was the last to arrive.
Old Joseph: "I'm not late, am I?"
Zhuo Huan raised his head, his voice was quick and cold: "You are late."
Before Old Joseph could speak, Zhuo Huan closed the folder and stood up straight: "You continue with yesterday's work. Lina, I need to see Adrin's investigation report before two o'clock this afternoon." Then he looked at Fucheng, "You and I, go back to the scene to do the final on-site collection together."
Su Fei: "What about me?"
"You? Look at the files."
Su Fei: "My major is not in this area. You know what I'm good at. You came to me just to read the information?"
Zhuo Huan seemed to have heard something interesting, "Do you know how JL917 fell?"
Su Fei: "... half a year ago, it fell in a farmland one kilometer away from the Vantaa Airport."
"I ask you, how did it fall."
The punk boy has nothing to say, "I don't need to know what I'm good at!"
"Last September, you were invited by Boeing to help the NTSB restore the data of the damaged FDR (Flight Data Recorder) of Air France 405. But you are now a member of UAAG, you must at least know that the piece of land under your feet Where, those 145 people, why did they die?"
Su Fei's face was flushed red: "You don't know the reason, if the investigation results have come out, then we don't need to stand here at all."
"Because the engine stalled."
Everyone's eyes turned to the speaking black-haired young man.
Fucheng stood across the table and said calmly: "On December 19, 2019, Japan Airlines JL917 took off from Tokyo with a F435 and crashed one kilometer east of Helsinki Vantaa Airport. The plane was in the process of approaching and entering the airport. In the middle, when descending to 500 feet, all four engines of the plane suddenly shut down, causing the plane to crash."
Su Fei: "The engine is off?"
Old Joseph said with a smile: "Yes, it was found out half a year ago that the four engines stalled together, causing the accident. But the cause of the engine stalling has not yet been found out."
Fucheng: "Currently, there are generally four reasons for engine flameouts known to the general public. First, fuel is exhausted; second, weather reasons; third, aircraft system error; fourth..."
Zhuo Huan laughed lightly.
"Artificial."