No matter how good a plane is, it cannot avoid noise. The violent roar of the engine, penetrating the steel and iron fuselage, buzzes in the ear.
Zhuo Huan leaned back against the door panel, biting the cigarette holder, and looked up at Fu Cheng calmly.
Fucheng smiled: "I don't remember that I owe you money, Mr. Zhuo."
Zhuohuan: "Things that can be measured by money are the simplest."
"Then what do you think can't be measured by money?"
Zhuo Huan didn't answer, his clear eyes were calm, and he looked at Fu Cheng without saying a word.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Fu Cheng: "Since there is nothing else, please step aside, I want to go out."
"Oh, then it's okay to keep this account."
The man just stood in front of the door, without any intention of getting out of the way. After a long stalemate, Fucheng laughed angrily at him. He raised his head and asked, "Teacher Zhuo, you used to like to pull other people's pants chains and block the toilet door to prevent them from going like elementary school students? If you put it on students, is this considered bullying?"
Zhuo Huan laughed loudly: "Fuck you as a bully?"
Breathing was suffocated in an instant, and after a long time, Fucheng said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
The atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, but at this moment, Fu Cheng didn't expect that this man would actually step aside like this. Zhuo Huan held a thin cigarette between his fingers, turned sideways, and really gave way. Fucheng took a deep breath, stepped up, and a cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Why are you so concerned about Rogge 318?"
Fu Cheng paused: "Is there anything, I know a lot about many air crash incidents, after all, I am engaged in related industries."
Zhuo Huan didn't return him, but the look in his eyes was exactly the same as when Fu Cheng said "I'm sorry" in the car before.
—Is it true that you don't know what to do
Fucheng was silent for a moment: "There are more than 20 Chinese nationals on the Rogge 318. I think that compared to other foreign air crashes, Chinese pilots are more concerned about this accident. It should be a matter of course. And the plane that crashed was Mai Fei F485, designed by you, is the most popular aircraft in the world and the most praised by pilots in the past five years."
Zhuohuan: "Oh."
Not in the mood to figure out whether his words were believed by the other party, Fucheng was extremely irritable and wanted to leave eagerly. His hand had already closed the doorknob, and he stood behind the door. Zhuo Huan leaned against the door frame, motionless, looking up at him.
In his chest, his heart beat faster and faster, just as he was about to press the doorknob.
"Fucheng."
The simple two words lingered on the tip of the tongue, and with ambiguous and long breaths, they spit out gently on Fucheng's cheeks.
Turning his head slowly, he looked at the man beside him.
Zhuo Huan smiled: "I'll say it one last time."
"Um?"
"Don't seduce me."
"...you seem to have made a mistake."
"Otherwise, I'd really fuck you."
The air froze for an instant, and in the quiet and narrow space, the young man slowly clenched his fingers. The two looked at each other, but neither spoke. For a long time, Zhuo Huan casually lowered his eyes, his eyes wandering on Fu Cheng's slightly opened lips. Fu Cheng seemed to have suddenly realized something, knowing that what he should do normally at this moment is to open the door and leave, and to firmly deny the other party's wrong cognition.
But somehow, he couldn't speak.
There is even a strange feeling in my heart, like vines climbing up the wall, spreading silently in my heart.
In the quiet and ambiguous atmosphere, Zhuo Huan moved, and he leaned forward slightly.
The next moment, suddenly.
"Why don't you come out, open the door, Fucheng."
Zhuo Huan bit the cigarette holder, Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze.
The loud voice of a punk boy cannot be blocked by a thin door.
His chest heaved and heaved, and he breathed fresh air again. It was only then that Fucheng realized that he had been holding his breath for a long time, or that he had forgotten to breathe just now. Not daring to look at the man next to him again, Fu Cheng quickly opened the door handle, Su Fei was about to come in, when he suddenly saw Zhuo Huan, he froze in place.
"RIP? What are you doing here?"
Fu Cheng opened his mouth, but couldn't think of a reason for a while.
Su Fei stretched his neck: "There are no two compartments here, they are all independent. Isn't it true, you two go to the toilet together? It can still be used like this, how did you do it?"
Zhuo Huan sneered: "He doesn't know how to use this toilet, I'll teach him."
Fu Cheng: "..." Do you think anyone can believe this
Su Fei: "Fuck, there is a special way to use the toilet in a private jet. Fucheng, please teach me quickly, I probably won't know how to use it."
Fucheng: "..."
Fucheng stepped out of the toilet speechlessly. Just as he went out, before Su Fei came in, the door slammed shut behind him.
Both of them were stunned.
Su Fei: "Open the door, what are you doing, RIP, why don't you let people go to the toilet?"
Zhuohuan: "Isn't there another one beside me?"
Su Fei: "Old Joseph is taking a bath inside! Otherwise, why would I have to wait for you for so long!"
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I want to take a bath too."
Not long after, the sound of splashing water came from inside the door.
Su Fei asked Fu Cheng incredulously: "I didn't even look at the clothes he brought, did he really come to take a bath?"
Fucheng glanced at the closed door: "Mr. Zhuo is fooling you. He didn't want to take a bath, so he turned on the shower faucet to lie to you. Just wait a little longer, he should come out soon."
Inside the door, Zhuo Huan, who was washing his hands, was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then raised the corners of his mouth.
Su Fei cursed outside the door, reprimanding Zhuo Huan for such immoral behavior. When Fucheng returned to the cabin, he saw the stewardess delivering meals to Lina and Mr. Roman. Seeing him coming back, another flight attendant immediately came over, squatted down and asked Fucheng what he wanted to eat.
After ordering something casually, the stewardess smiled and nodded in response, got up and left.
Fu Cheng raised his head, and happened to see Zhuo Huan walking back while buttoning his shirt. He looked clear and calm, without looking at Fucheng at all, and walked straight to his seat.
After a while, Fucheng looked away.
When Su Fei and old Joseph came back, everyone's meals were in place.
On private jets, there are long tables for multi-person dinners, enough for six people to sit and eat together.
Mr. Roman and Zhuo Huan sat at the two ends of the table, and Fucheng and Lina sat opposite each other, next to Mr. Roman. Beside them are old Joseph and Su Fei.
Mr. Roman took a bite of the steak and raised his head: "Reid, have you thought about when you will come back?"
Zhuo Huan stopped moving, put down the knife and fork, and raised his head: "I never thought about it."
Roman raised the champagne, and Zhuo Huan also raised it. The two clinked glasses from a distance across a long dining table. Roman said: "I mentioned this matter at the Maifei board meeting last month. If you want to come back, within two years, there will be no problem. This is my guarantee to you."
Zhuo Huan: "Thank you, I have no such plan for now. Besides, I may not really go to Mai Fei."
Roman: "Oh? What, do you want to go to Boeing or Airbus?"
"Maybe it's Huaguo Commercial Aircraft Corporation."
Roman laughed loudly: "As expected, I will never feel your cold joke. Lina, what do you think?"
Lina smiled slightly: "I have never been able to understand Reid's cold jokes, but Fu seems to always find it funny." After speaking, she looked at Fucheng.
Fu Cheng: "I don't think this is funny either." He raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan glanced at him indifferently, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Because, this is no joke.
This topic was quickly brought to light. Lina and her father hadn't seen each other for several days, and they talked about their father-daughter relationship. They slowly talked about the air crash that happened in Europe half a year ago, and Lina's tears fell instantly: "Geral, I really didn't expect that he would leave me like this."
Mr. Roman said guiltily: "I shouldn't bring it up. I saw his father in Milan last week. Truffaut's condition is not very good. He seems to be in great pain. He lost his only son in old age. This is a What a sad thing. By the way, how long have you not been in touch with your brother?"
After talking about other things, Lina's mood improved a lot.
Roman looked up at Zhuo Huan: "Reid, I still don't understand why you left Mai Fei in the first place."
Just now, the Comte father and daughter have been chatting about the upper-class capitalist topic that Su Fei can't get into. Now that this is suddenly mentioned, the punk boy suddenly became interested, and he immediately felt relieved: "Yeah, RIP, I have always been very ignorant , why are you suddenly not the chief designer of Mai Fei?"
Zhuo Huan cast a contemptuous look at him: "There are so many things you don't understand."
Su Fei: "..."
"For a person like you who says three words and scolds two, how did you survive to this day without being beaten to death!"
Everyone laughed.
Mr. Roman said with emotion to his daughter: "Reid has not changed, he is still so arrogant and rude."
Lina: "He treats you very well, at least he remembers to put down the tableware when he answers your words." She blinked: "I don't have this kind of treatment."
On one side of the dining table, Su Fei was glaring at Zhuo Huan, and the old Joseph was smiling as a peacemaker, but whenever the atmosphere eased up, he hurriedly added fuel to the fire without hesitation. On the other side of the dining table is the home of Roman and Lina's father and daughter.
"When I met Patrick at Desla Castle, he seemed concerned about Reid's marriage."
Lina frowned: "Uncle Patrick has always known about Reid's sexual orientation." After she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something, looked up at Fucheng, and made a "shh" gesture. It seems that only now did he realize that he had accidentally revealed a big secret to Fucheng.
Fu Cheng nodded, expressing that he would keep it secret.
Roman: "I don't know, Patrick probably doesn't care. Perhaps in his opinion, he just cares about his son's private life and doesn't make any special requests."
Fu Cheng looked at the steak on the plate with a calm expression.
After a full 24 hours, everyone returned to China.
After the plane landed at Shencheng Airport, it flew back to Tokyo: Mr. Roman had already disembarked in Tokyo, and he arranged his own private jet to send several people from UAAG to Shanghai.
Walking in the VIP passage of the airport, the old Joseph moved his joints and said, "Even if it is a private jet, the one worth billions, it will kill you if you sit on it for more than 20 hours. When can we invent a space shuttle, one second The kind from China to America."
Fucheng: "There is a song in Huaguo, which should be able to answer your question perfectly."
Old Joseph: "What?"
Fu Cheng: ""Sweet Honey"."
Old Joseph was confused: "What?"
Sweet honey, such a name full of sour smell of love, can answer his question
Su Fei laughed: "I know this question." He sang a song with a look of infatuation, "I saw you in my dream, I saw you in my dream~"
Old Joseph: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "Why don't you sing it to him directly."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Zhuo Huan.
Under the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the channel building, a tall man put his hands in his coat pockets and looked down at himself.
Fu Cheng: "I am tone deaf, and my singing is very unpleasant."
Su Fei: "I know this question again! Generally speaking, those who say that they are ugly are very good-looking. Those who say that they are tone deaf all sing very well."
Fucheng expressionless: "I'm serious."
Everyone looked at him in unison, with disbelief on their faces. Even Zhuohuan glanced at him up and down, signaling with his eyes: Are you kidding me
Such a handsome young man who looks clean and ready to debut in the entertainment industry at any time, is he deaf
Fu Cheng: "I'm really tone deaf." After a pause, he added: "There's only one song, and I never go out of tune."
Zhuohuan: "What song?"
Fucheng said seriously: "National anthem."
"..."
***
After returning to China, of course, there will be no rich and powerful funder dad to reimburse UAAG for the daily itinerary.
After the five of them left the airport, Old Joseph turned on his phone very consciously: "Okay, I understand, I'm going to take a taxi. Su Fei, Fu, the three of us live very close together, let's take a taxi. The fare will be shared equally."
Su Fei: "Look at you being stingy, the salary is obviously not low."
The salary of UAAG is still very high, even in Shanghai, a first-tier metropolis, it is second to none, calculated by annual salary.
In this regard, Zhuo Huan was not stingy at all.
Old Joseph was not convinced: "Why, you are not stingy, then you come to take a taxi, and you pay the fare?"
Su Fei: "Long live AA!"
On the other side, Lina has already booked a taxi. She smiled and said, "I'll buy a car when I have time, a bigger one, which will be convenient in the future. We always go abroad, and when the time comes, we will park the car in the garage of Shencheng Airport."
Su Fei and Old Joseph: "Long live Lina!"
Lina pulled her hair: "The car is here, then Reid and I will leave first."
Sending off Zhuo Huan and Lina, watching the car drift away, until the car disappeared at the corner of the road, Fu Cheng didn't look away.
Old Joseph: "Reid must have rubbed against Lina's car again."
Su Fei: "I don't think so. He must be looting the car again. You say that RIP is poor, but this guy is always rich. Say he is rich, um... I am sure about salvaging the wreckage of the plane." I can’t do it. According to what you said before, old Joseph, the three companies salvage together, and the salvage is worth millions of dollars a day. Even RIP can’t handle it. No wonder they have to sell the island and the plane. I don’t know about RIP How long can it last?"
Fu Cheng: "Based on Mr. Zhuo's income, it probably won't last long."
Su Fei and Old Joseph immediately grasped the key words: "Do you know his income?"
Fucheng: "..."
"My guess."
Su Fei: "Do you think I will believe this?"
Fucheng: "..."
You can even believe that the flush toilet on a private jet is an unknown high-tech, why can't you believe this? !
***
This time, everyone from UAAG went on a business trip to the United States. They have been busy for three months, and they are always working overtime. Going home now, I have to beat the jet lag. After Fucheng got home, he received a message from Lina, saying that they would take three days off and let them have a good rest at home.
Four days later, just as February ended, it was March.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Lina, Joseph the Elder, and Su Fei all arrived on time at the extremely luxurious UAAG headquarters located in the city center of Shencheng where every inch of land is expensive.
Old Joseph looked through various air accident cases in the past, and Su Fei found a lot of aircraft accident information.
When he first arrived at UAAG half a year ago, he didn't know much about air crashes. He is a professional computer, mechanical engineering expert, and has a special understanding of aircraft black boxes. So Zhuo Huan personally went to Harvard to invite him to UAAG, but he didn't have much experience in the air crash itself, and he didn't know much.
Last year, Su Fei said to Zhuo Huan: "My major is not in this field. You know what I am good at. You came to me just to read the information?"
Now, while looking at the thick cases of air accidents, the punk boy looked up from time to time, and said to old Joseph in an unbelievable tone: "Forgot to tear off the tape on the static pressure hole, how could he forget this? How could he forget it?" Don't you forget your head at home, or just use it as a ball?!"
In 1996, Peruvian Airlines Flight 603 crashed en route to Santiago, Chile, killing 70 people. After the investigation, what no one could believe was that the root cause of the accident was that the ground crew technician in charge of repairing the plane had taped the static pressure hole and forgot to take it off before the plane took off!
The static pressure hole is a device used by the aircraft to measure its own altitude.
After the static pressure hole is blocked, the simplest consequence is that no matter how the aircraft's computer system calculates, the aircraft altitude fed back to it by the mechanical device is 0 meters.
Su Fei carefully read these various air crash accident materials.
Gradually, he found that with the development of the times, there are fewer and fewer air accidents every year. Originally, he just read it casually, but Su Fei gradually calmed down his impetuous heart and read it seriously.
At eleven o'clock at noon, a crisp "beep" sounded, and the three members of UAAG raised their heads.
Old Joseph: "Hi, Reid, you're finally here."
Su Fei: "Lina, I'll report to you with my real name, RIP he's absent from work, he's late!"
Lina smiled helplessly: "It's a pity, however, that he is our only leader."
Zhuo Huan: "Well, so I declare your report invalid."
Su Fei: "Tch."
Zhuo Huan didn't seem to wake up yet, he rubbed his hair irritably, wearing a thin coat, walked around the dense green plants very listlessly, and walked into the office area. He passed by Su Fei and Old Joseph, and his destination was very clear, which was the sofa in the corner. However, when he was about to walk over, he suddenly stopped.
His gaze suddenly gathered, Zhuo Huan frowned, and quickly scanned around.
"Where is Fucheng?"
Lina smiled and said, "I'm on leave. I sent you a message yesterday. Didn't you see it?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Without my permission first?"
Lina: "What I take off is annual leave, 27 days of free vacation every year, didn't you promise me in advance?"
Zhuohuan: "...um."
Walking to the sofa, he took a step with his long legs, and with a bang, the sofa springs swayed elastically, securing this tall, not-so-light man. He took a magazine from the coffee table and covered his face. After a while, Zhuo Huan opened the magazine and asked, "Where did he go on leave?"
Lina was surprised: "In your heart, Reid, I'm the one who likes to investigate friends' private affairs?"
Zhuohuan: "Oh."
"But I really know about this. Fu decided to go on the spur of the moment, because it was too late to apply for a visa, and he asked me if I could help out. I'm always happy to help my friends, so I helped him out."
Zhuohuan: "Where?"
"London."
England, London, Oxford Street.
Just arrived in London, only had a day's rest, a little bit of jet lag, Fucheng came to this world-famous shopping street. Of course it's not because he likes to shop. With big bags and small bags in his hand, just after he came out of a store, before Fucheng could stand still, the tall, thin and beautiful woman with short hair had eyes shining and ran into the next store.
Fucheng: "..."
Sighing helplessly, he followed again.
After shopping all day, I finally went to the bridal shop to pick up the custom-made wedding dress.
Fu Xiao first asked the people in the bridal shop to deliver the things to his home, and then went to a Chinese restaurant with his younger brother.
Fu Xiao: "This store is very famous in London, and I only booked it three days in advance."
Fucheng tasted the food: "If you have time to go back to Shencheng, there are many more delicious food there."
Fu Xiao spread out his hands: "I'm already getting married, and I'm taking root here, and I don't have many chances to go back in the future. Anyway, you are the only one left in Shencheng, and I just go back to see you. But when Qingming I will go back to visit my parents' graves, Chengcheng, please stay in China to visit my parents."
After a moment of silence, Fucheng smiled and said, "It's nothing, shouldn't I go to see my uncle and aunt?"
The two talked about recent events.
When Chinese restaurants go abroad, they always do as the Romans do, and there are some changes suitable for foreigners.
At the end of the meal, the two ordered dessert and coffee.
Fu Xiao took a cube of sugar and put it into the coffee. She lowered her head and stirred gently.
The white sugar cubes were stained by the brown coffee, losing their original white color. The scalding temperature of the coffee melted the hard sugar cubes, and it was almost unable to struggle to drown in the dark brown liquid, sinking slowly and disappearing at the bottom.
"By the way, I heard that you are no longer with Donghua Airlines."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment: "Listen to who said it."
Fu Xiao smiled and said, "A friend in Donghua Airlines. He said that you seem to have been transferred to a... air disaster organization, true or false, Chengcheng."
Fu Cheng said softly: "Well, there is such a thing."
"How do you want to go to this kind of organization?"
"There is no particular reason, I was picked, so I went."
"Oh."
Fu Xiao looked at the sugar cube in the cup that had already been melted by the hot coffee. After a long time, she raised her head and smiled softly: "Chengcheng, no matter what you are unhappy about, you should tell me first."
Fu Cheng looked at her fixedly, nodded and said, "Okay."
The two of them had eaten dessert and were about to leave when Fu Cheng took out an exquisite little gift box from an inconspicuous paper bag that he carried with him.
Fu Xiao said pleasantly: "Bulgari?"
Fucheng opened the box with a smile, revealing the carnelian necklace studded with broken diamonds.
Fucheng: "Sister, I wish you a happy wedding."
Fu Xiao accepted the gift generously: "Thank you, I like it very much. I have always wanted to buy this necklace. I have its matching ring and bracelet, but I have never found the necklace. Where did you find it?"
"I asked a friend to help me. I used to know it in an airline company. He helped me find it when he was on duty in France."
"Thank you, I really like it. Put it on for me."
"it is good."
Fu Cheng carefully fastened the inner clasp of the necklace, Fu Xiao took out the vanity mirror in his bag, looked at the mirror for a long time, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
Putting away the small mirror, Fu Xiao raised his head: "By the way, I saw a wrapped box in your bag just now. What is that, is it also a gift?"
Fu Cheng paused slightly when he sat down.
"Well, Bulgari's new starry cufflinks."
Fu Xiao smiled knowingly: "I know that, for a friend? It's very pretty."
Fucheng also laughed, and after a while, he said: "Birthday gift. When you were shopping just now, I saw it by the way and bought it. It suits him very well."
Because, his eyes are also full of stars.
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