In the 1990s, Boeing acquired McDonnell Douglas. Since then, the global aviation industry has formed a three-legged situation.
Boeing, McFly and Airbus.
As the two major aircraft manufacturers in the United States, Boeing and Mai Fei occupy almost half of the civil aviation passenger aircraft market, while the latter cooperates more with the US government to produce and develop fighter jets. Mai Fei has never been able to compete with Boeing on civil aviation airliners. It was not until the advent of Mai Fei F485 six years ago, this super-long-distance wide-body airliner that can be called a miracle, that they had a chance to compete.
However, the aircraft that Maifei wants to improve this time is not the F485, but the Maifei F475 developed 19 years ago.
It was already ten o'clock when Zhuo Huan arrived at the company. As usual, he took a cup of coffee, took a few sips casually, and threw it into the trash can after entering the house. The destination is very clear, it is the sofa behind Fu Cheng. The handsome and tall man strode past the office area and meeting room, walked towards the sofa, and stopped when he was about to sit down.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the conference room.
The door of the conference room was open, and Mr. Roman sat in it, raising his coffee cup to him.
Mr. Roman: "Hi, Reid."
Zhuohuan turned around and asked Lina, "Why is your father here?"
Lina shrugged at him, smiled and said, "You'll know when you go in."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and walked into the meeting room.
Half an hour later, Mr. Roman opened the door and walked out first. After standing up from the chair, he buttoned all three buttons of the suit and looked at his daughter with a smile. Lina understood, walked over, and said helplessly, "Reid must have refused, Dad, I said it would be like this."
Instead, Mr. Roman said, "No, he's turned it down now, but I'm sure he'll agree soon. I'm going to Singapore to sort things out, and I'm leaving my plane here, baby, and you're going to need it." .”
Mr. Roman left UAAG after leaving this sentence.
Within a few minutes, Zhuo Huan came out of the conference room. He frowned, with a very ugly expression, and walked straight into the smoking room. Through the glass door of the smoking room, everyone saw Uncle Zhuo taking out a cigarette case from his pocket with a sullen face, and lighting a cigarette. Soon, a second one was lit.
Fucheng watched his back quietly, and after a while, he turned around and asked Lina, "Will Teacher Zhuo really agree?"
Lina thought for a moment: "It stands to reason that doing final inspections for aircraft manufacturers is not the scope of UAAG's daily work. But since Dad said so, I think there must be his way."
Su Fei was very curious: "What method, coercion and lure? Is it planning to give a large sum of money and smash us to death?"
Lina thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Do you need money, I think, maybe just a phone call?"
When the beautiful blonde said this, she refused to say any more, leaving a mysterious smile. However, a minute later, everyone saw that in the smoking room, Zhuo Huan suddenly received a call. He looked at the name flashing on the phone screen, and after a while, he answered the call.
The phone call was not long. After hanging up, Uncle Zhuo finished his third cigarette in the smoking room. Using great strength to crush the cigarette butt into the crystal ashtray, Zhuo Huan pushed open the door and walked out: "Get ready to go to Los Angeles."
Lina: "It's already ready, ready to go at any time." As if I knew he would agree.
Zhuohuan: "..."
Ah.
That night, everyone boarded the private jet left by Mr. Roman and headed for Los Angeles.
Ever since he answered the phone call, Uncle Zhuo was in a bad mood and had a bad mood all day long. He crossed his arms and sat on the sofa at the end of the cabin, looking at the night sky outside the window with a cold face.
Lina joins the others for dinner and tells the story of who made the call.
Lina: "In this world, I think there are two people that Reid is afraid of. One is his mentor in college, Professor Stephen Connor, winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics. The other is the chief designer of McFly, or , is also the former chief designer of McFly Mr. Tor Reina. Uncle Thor retired nine years ago and gave the position of chief designer of McFly to Reid, but after Reid resigned, he returned to McFly .He was also Reid's teacher."
Old Joseph said: "Mr. Rainer! When I first arrived at NTSB, I participated in a training class and had the honor to visit the Maifei factory. I said that I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Rainer that time, but it was a pity that he suddenly came I haven’t seen anything if I haven’t come here.” He sighed, “To be honest, I’ve only seen Reid as the chief aircraft designer in so many years. You don’t know that after the Roger 318 air crash, Reid suddenly became the representative of McFly. Appearing in the investigation team caused such a stir at the time."
He said seriously: "Although it is very unreasonable to say this, the fact is that everyone knows that an air crash is a very serious and serious matter, but even the Tenerife air crash, which has the largest number of casualties in history, will not let Boeing The Chief Designer comes out once — it's not his remit, and it's not important enough for him to take a stand."
Su Fei scratched his head: "Is it so powerful..."
Old Joseph and Lina turned to look at him together, saying in unison: "Yes!"
"If you have time to chat, when will you find someone to check your mailbox, Mai Fei sent some information." Zhuo Huan walked over with his hands in his pockets, with a displeased expression on his face. He sat down beside Fu Cheng. Everyone looked at him one after another. Uncle Zhuo propped his chin with one hand, and said "Huh?" fiercely, and everyone immediately looked away.
Lina immediately opened her notebook and found the email.
Lina: "It's part of the data of McFly's F475. I typed it out with the printer on the plane. You can take a look."
Soon, Lina printed five copies of the materials and distributed them to everyone.
When it was assigned to Zhuo Huan, Uncle Zhuo took the documents and directly put them upside down on the table without looking at them. Then, he said: "Maifei F475 was designed by the chief designer of Maifei, Tor Reina. In 1979, Maifei began to plan the F475, and this plan was officially implemented in 1983. By 2002, the first A Maifei F475 made its maiden flight in Seattle. This is an ultra-long-range medium-sized airliner with a range of 7,000-15,000 kilometers, a cruising speed of Mach 0.8, and the number of seats is generally around 300, depending on different models.”
Fucheng: "I drove the Maifei F475 when I was in Donghua Airlines. Before 2010, the Maifei F475 was the most popular ultra-long-range medium-sized airliner in the industry, but 10 years later, the Boeing 787 came out and gradually seized its market. .”
Hearing this, Zhuo Huan turned his head and glanced at him: "Which one do you think is better?"
Fu Cheng was startled slightly.
Zhuo Huan looked at him indifferently: "Huh?"
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng said: "It's not the same. Boeing's aircraft has always advocated mechanical power. Even now that the telex system dominates the entire market, they also emphasize the pilot's control feel. When driving a Boeing aircraft, there is a feeling of being in the air. As for the planes of Mai Fei and Airbus..." He looked at Zhuo Huan with a calm tone: "It's more intelligent. The power of the computer system has reduced the pilot's control over the plane."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Have you ever driven Mai Fei's fighter jet?"
Fu Cheng was stunned, and he replied without changing his face: "Of course not."
The others didn't think there was anything wrong with Fu Cheng's answer.
The country of Hua has been researching its own fighter jets since the last century, and it did not need to purchase military resources from other countries many years ago. He has never flown a U.S. fighter jet, which is completely reasonable.
But Zhuo Huan elongated the tone meaningfully, and laughed: "Oh? Really never opened it?"
Fucheng: "..."
Everyone suddenly noticed something, and when they seemed to understand that point, Zhuo Huan suddenly changed the topic: "Mai Fei's fighter jet is different from its passenger plane. Mai Fei's fighter jet pays more attention to the pilot's personal operation."
Su Fei suddenly became interested: "RIP, have you dismantled it?"
Zhuo Huan glanced at him indifferently, and said with a sneer, "No."
The unexpected answer made everyone in the plane silent for a moment.
Lina broke the embarrassment with a smile: "Hey, didn't you just talk about the McFly F475, Reid, why did you suddenly digress. Keep talking."
In the cabin, everyone returned to the original topic.
Old Joseph flipped through the information: "Actually, I have driven a Maifei fighter jet. Hey, why are you looking at me in surprise? After all, I am retired from the Air Force. As Reid said, Maifei's fighter jets are completely different from its passenger planes. It’s different. On civil aviation airliners, Boeing pays more attention to the pilot’s sense of mechanical control, but when it comes to fighter jets, the two are completely reversed. Mai Fei’s fighter jet is really cool. Driving it is like driving a steel weapon. There is cold blood all over the body! Ahem, sorry, I got off topic. Let’s talk about McFly F475, or it should be called McFly F475neo.”
neo: the latest style.
Old Joseph looked at the text on the information: "Instead of using the latest scaled-down composite material, under the condition of the number of seats, the wing data and materials have been adjusted confidentially, so that under the same external force environment, the lift curve of the wing section The slope increases by 5% per degree... oh god, how does this work? What's the Prandtl-Glauert coefficient for it?"
Fucheng: "The data is confidential. This should be the improvement of the McFly F475. In addition, the fuel reserves of the two wing fuel tanks have been increased, so the flight distance of the aircraft has been increased."
Su Fei: "This Tor Reina is really powerful. He has only been back for two years, and he has done such a powerful thing?"
Uncle Zhuo let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity.
Fu Cheng's eyes stopped on the last few sheets of paper: "During the flight test last month, the landing gear broke and the tires exploded... It seems that this is the reason why Mai Fei wants to conduct the final inspection again."
After a 20-hour voyage, everyone rested for one night before arriving in Los Angeles on the other side of the ocean.
Los Angeles is the largest city on the west coast of the United States, and McFly's headquarters is located here. There are the famous Universal Studios and Beverly Hills, and Hollywood is quietly hidden in this beautiful city.
Los Angeles has a Mediterranean climate. In late May, the weather is cool, a bit cooler than Shanghai.
Just after getting off the plane, Fucheng felt a little cold, so he put on his coat. At this time Zhuo Huan walked past him. Uncle Zhuo was wearing a T-shirt with his coat tied casually around his waist. He chewed gum, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked down the plane ramp.
Although it is a private plane, customs registration is also required when entering the country.
Zhuo Huan was the first to register, followed by Fu Cheng. Old Joseph and the others were still queuing up to go through the immigration procedures. After Fucheng finished the procedures, he looked up and saw Zhuohuan leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone.
He paused and walked up.
The youth's gentle voice sounded: "Why do you ask that question?"
Zhuohuan raised his head.
Fu Cheng looked at him calmly.
Have you ever driven a McFly fighter jet
Of course I did.
Which country has not privately studied military aircraft of other countries and let ace pilots fly them
Instead of answering this question, Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Are you angry?"
His fingers tightened, Fu Cheng turned around and was about to leave, but someone grabbed his wrist.
In the exclusive VIP entry channel for private jets, only five people from UAAG had to go through the formalities in the middle of the night. A square pillar separated the two from the old Joseph and the three over there. The man held the young man's hand and pressed him against the wall.
Fu Cheng looked up at him.
The four eyes meet.
Zhuo Huan looked down at the lips that were close at hand, he looked at them silently for a few seconds, and slowly moved closer. Breathing gradually intertwined, Fu Cheng also lowered his eyes, and his lips were slightly opened.
However, just as the kiss was about to begin, a message came from the phone.
Zhuo Huan didn't continue to kiss, he glanced at the phone, his eyes widened suddenly. Immediately, he was in a terrible mood, he let go of Fucheng's wrist, and cursed: "Fuck!"
Fu Cheng moved his wrist, which was restrained just now, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhuohuan glanced at him: "Nothing."
Soon, the three of Old Joseph also finished the formalities and walked over.
As soon as Lina approached, she smiled and said, "Dad sent me a message just now. He met Uncle Patrick in Singapore. While they were chatting, Dad told Uncle Patrick by the way that you went back to Los Angeles."
Zhuo Huan sneered and clicked his tongue.
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Zhuo Anxi: Tsk.
Fu Chengcheng: Teacher Zhuo's home was originally in Los Angeles.