In the early morning of the next day, just as Fu Cheng finished washing, the phone rang.
He took the phone, looked at the name flashing on the screen, and pressed the answer button. "Lina?"
On the other end of the phone, there was a gentle laughter from the blonde: "Bonjour, good morning, V."
As he walked out of the bathroom, Fucheng asked, "I remember you tweeted last week, and now you are supposed to be on vacation in Hawaii? Los Angeles is three hours earlier than Hawaii, where you..." He looked up at the eye wall on the clock, "Five in the morning?"
Lina smiled softly: "You always care more about people, Vol. I just got off the phone with Reid before calling you. He doesn't know I'm supposed to be in Hawaii right now, and he doesn't care why I wake up so early .”
Hearing that name, Fu Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, he opened the closet, his voice was calm: "Call at five in the morning, Lina, what's the matter?"
"I heard that you made a deal worth thirteen million dollars yesterday."
"what?"
"That Pagani supercar," Lina smiled brightly. "The whole West Coast knows about such a big movement. Last night, a top-spec Pagani was crashed in the underground parking lot of the Waldorf Astoria in Los Angeles."
Fu Cheng: "I didn't know it was worth thirteen million dollars."
Lina: "Don't worry, I've already boarded the plane and returned to Los Angeles. V, I've only been away for a month, and such a big thing happened. But don't worry, I'm coming back soon, and it's hard for you to face Reid during this time." Yes, I know, he is a difficult person to get along with. By the way, today I have arranged a car to pick you up and Reid to the McFly factory. It’s still ten o’clock in the morning, on the first floor of the hotel, you know.”
Fu Cheng: "Thank you."
After changing his clothes, he ate some breakfast casually. At 9:50 in the morning, Fucheng went downstairs.
Lina will always be more on time than on time. She said it was ten o'clock, so the car must have been waiting downstairs at half past nine. Fu Cheng got into the car first, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, the hotel doorman opened the door, Zhuo Huan bent down and walked in. When he raised his eyes, his eyes met Fu Cheng's.
Eyes met, neither of them spoke.
The car started.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the McFly factory. The two get out of the car together. Johnny had been waiting at the door for a long time, with a smile all over his face, he took Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng to swipe their cards together to enter the laboratory. Zhuo Huan sneered at Mai Fei's unrelenting defense, and did not hide his sneer. Johnny had a thick skin, as if he didn't hear Zhuo Huan's ridicule.
He ran forward to use his work pass to unlock the door.
The tall, blond, middle-aged man ran to the glass door, bent down, and stuck the work permit hanging around his neck on the induction port.
Fucheng looked at Johnny's back from a distance. Westerners seem to be prone to sweating. In the hot sun of June, after only a few tens of seconds of running in the sun, Johnny's suit back was wet with sweat, forming a round sweat stain.
"How's the injury?"
The indifferent and casual male voice brought Fu Cheng back to his senses, and he turned to look at the man: "It's okay."
Zhuohuan put his hands in his pockets, looked down at him: "Oh, didn't you twist it?"
"Just a touch."
Soon, Johnny ran back: "Okay, Mr. Patrick, Mr. Fu, please follow me."
After entering the laboratory, everyone changed into white lab coats.
Fucheng went to do the flight test simulation reproduction. He would work with the computer simulation experimenter almost every day to reproduce the specific data and flight status of each test flight. And Zhuo Huan will work with Rainer and others to conduct laboratory experiments on the newly improved landing gear.
Only when the laboratory successfully achieves a simulated landing will it be the turn of the real aircraft test flight.
At noon, Fu Cheng casually bought a sandwich in the western restaurant in the factory. He was sitting by the window, looking at his phone while tearing open the plastic bag of the sandwich. He lowered his head and took a bite. He paused slightly, looked at the sandwich in his hand for a few seconds, and then continued to eat.
At this time, Su Fei sent a message.
The scene of deja vu is another six o'clock.
Fucheng replied to him calmly: [What's the matter.]
[Su Fei: I really can't hold back!]
[Su Fei: Brother Fu, I want to tell you a big secret, you have to be mentally prepared!]
[Fucheng: Huh?]
[Su Fei: Actually... Actually, I didn't have a holiday! Do you think I left Los Angeles and went to play after not working every day? certainly not!]
[Su Fei: Never mind, RIP won't let me say it, but I can't hold it back anymore. In fact, I have been colluding with RIP in private all the time, we want to engage in the design secrets of Mai Fei! I followed what RIP said last month, contacted Tsuna Teiichi's laboratory, and secretly experimented with RIP! Let me tell you, as soon as Emperor Jinnai accused someone of having a problem, he actually changed his email address and changed his computer! But he looked like a computer novice. What's the use of changing the computer? He still used the network of the University of Tokyo, so I found him right away.]
[Su Fei: Oh right, don't tell RIP. He said that this is a secret mission for me, and I work quietly like a spy every day. But he suffocated me, suffocated me for a month, and he told me not to tell anyone!]
The hand holding the sandwich froze in mid-air, Fu Cheng watched the words flashing on the phone screen silently.
[Su Fei: Brother Fu?]
[Su Fei: Fucheng?]
[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo told you that? Tell you not to tell other people?]
[Su Fei: Yes.]
[Fu Cheng: I think he may have said the same thing as many other people.]
[Su Fei:? ? ?]
Fucheng built a group, and pulled Old Joseph into the group. Old Joseph sent a question mark emoji, and Fucheng said straight to the point: [Old Joseph, Su Fei said just now that he has not been on vacation for more than a month. He has been quietly helping Teacher Zhuo with experiments. Teacher Zhuo asked him to Keep it secret and can't tell it.]
[Old Joseph: Hahaha, sure enough, Reid not only arranged work for me alone. He also asked me to look up some landing gear information for him last month, and I sent him an email the day before yesterday, which was a paper on oil and gas cushioning struts. He also asked me to keep it secret, but he said at the time that the less people know, the harder it is for Mai Fei to find out. So at that time, I realized that he had slipped his mouth. Maybe he didn't just find me in private.]
[Su Fei:...]
[Su Fei: Damn, why is RIP like this! I thought I was doing such an amazing spy mission, everyone in love is playing Infernal Affairs?]
[Old Joseph: I think this is in line with Reid's style of acting.]
[Su Fei: What?]
[Old Joseph: Proud and arrogant, likes to do things alone, doesn't like teamwork... All in all, low emotional intelligence.]
[Su Fei: If you scold RIP, add me!]
In the group, Su Fei began to scold Zhuo Huan for being double-faced and cheating him. He decided not to care about Zhuo Huan's affairs anymore, let alone help. Old Joseph seemed to be persuading him, but he was actually fanning the flames. Watching the excitement was no big deal. Just by looking at the text on the screen, one can imagine that the old Joseph behind the phone must be rolling backwards and forwards with laughter.
[Fucheng: It seems that Maifei's laboratory has made progress this morning.]
Su Fei and Old Joseph asked together: [What?]
Fucheng thought for a while, and recalled the conversation between Zhuo Huan and Mr. Leiner that he had heard. He put the cold sandwich aside and started typing: [The landing gear used by Mai Fei F475 is the most popular design now. Because Maifei has always refused to disclose what improvements they have made on the wings, so our consultation and help here are actually blindfolded, not asking the reason, but only looking for the result.]
[Fucheng: Mr. Zhuo guessed the direction of Mai Fei's improvement last month, but still don't know how they did it.]
[Su Fei: Yes, I'm in Tokyo right now, and I'm doing experiments with Tei Tsuna and the others, just wanting to know how to break through this difficulty.]
[Fucheng: Regardless of the reason, the solution to this problem is to start with the oil and gas buffer pillar...]
At the same time, in the laboratory, Maifei's experimenters input data on the computer and build industrial models.
Zhuo Huan: "At the moment when the rear tire touches the ground, conventionally, the impact force of the McFly F475 should not be greater than that of the F485. But the actual situation is not the case. The data obtained from the four test flights so far is that the impact force of the instant impact is greater than that of the F485. It is larger than the F485, but as long as it can maintain stability within 0.34 seconds, the tire pressure will drop suddenly, which is lower than the pressure of the ordinary F475. So what needs to be done is to create a large enough buffer space.”
Renner looked at him: "So, double throttle, double buffer?"
Zhuo Huan could hear the suspicion in his words: "Why not."
Rainer: "Then why not just make the diameter of the orifice larger."
Zhuo Huan looked at the serious and rigid face of the white-haired old man, and he smiled: "Business secrets."
Renner was taken aback.
Zhuohuan said indifferently: "You tell me your improvement, and I will tell you for what purpose, how to calculate the appropriate double-layer orifice number... Wow, what a very reasonable exchange."
Looking at Zhuo Huan's proud and conceited appearance, Lei Na was startled for a while, and soon he sneered: "Have you calculated the laboratory results yet?"
Zhuo Huan stopped laughing.
Mr. Reiner imitated his arrogance, or he did not need to learn at all, he was even more arrogant than his students: "Wow, Reid, you are not the only genius in the world. You really want to know what neo did Improvements are needed to achieve such an astonishingly low energy loss."
Zhuo Huan looked at him coldly.
Renner laughed mockingly: "I can solve your problem, but you will never be able to solve this problem."
Zhuo Huan smiled slowly. He turned and left Mai Fei's laboratory. As soon as he walked out of the laboratory, the next moment, he took out his mobile phone, called Lina, and said angrily, "I'm leaving Los Angeles! Fuck, book me a plane ticket back to China!"
Lina has just landed at Los Angeles International Airport. Listening to her friend's furious voice on the phone, she smiled gently: "My friend, what happened, your anger is about to explode my phone. Why, Mai Fei's help has been completed To tell you the truth, Mai Fei’s consulting fee is very high this time, and they have only paid half of the deposit at present.” After a pause, she added: “I’m sorry, I just remembered that you only paid a deposit last night. Crashed and scrapped a 13 million Pagani, well, in your opinion, McFly probably didn’t pay much, and their consulting fee was only 6 million dollars.”
Zhuohuan: "..."
Hanging up the phone directly, Zhuo Huan was in a bad mood.
The quarrel with Thor Reina actually happened every day after Zhuo Huan entered Maifei.
After graduating from university at the age of sixteen, he got a doctorate and was introduced by his teacher to join Maifei. At that time, he met Tor Reina.
Tor Reina is a legend in the American aviation industry. He has won the Von Karman Award three times, and the President personally awarded him the National Security Medal. It is said that in Thor Reina's house, the most items are not furniture, but medals.
Daniel Guggenheim Medal, Berndt Balken Award…
Zhuo Huan knew that these were not "allegedly". This old man has a special room where he only places all kinds of medals, trophies, and medals he has won. And the reason why he knew it was because the old man personally took him in for a visit. The old head picked up the von Karman Award medal like a stone, and asked him arrogantly: "Reid, do you have this? Oh, you seem to have just been nominated, and you haven't yet. Then take a second look, this I have three."
... Shit!
Nine years ago, Tor Reina suddenly ceased to be the chief designer of McFly. In fact, he retired on his own initiative. It's not because of coercion, nor because of old age, but one day he suddenly looked at Zhuo Huan and said to him: "I'll leave it to you." Then the next day, he submitted his resignation letter and gave up the position of Chief Designer of Mai Fei to handed over.
Tor Reina's decision was too sudden for everyone to accept.
Zhuo Huan was not surprised, he sneered and asked back in the laboratory: "Because on F485, your design is not as good as mine."
Then, for the first and only time, this old man who had been conceited all his life did not refute his words, but took a deep look at him and said to him: "Yes, I am not as good as you."
Recalling this scene, Zhuo Huan regretted it every time, why didn't he make a video at that time, and recorded it to enjoy every day. But now, this bad old man has turned into that annoying look again.
It's so annoying.
Zhuo Huan took out the cigarette case from his pocket and wanted to go to the smoking room. Halfway through, he stopped suddenly.
Under the huge French windows, a thin and handsome young man lowered his head slightly. The warm sunlight shone from behind him, reflecting on the marble floor tiles with a icy color. He sat there quietly and softly, eating slowly with his phone in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
Just take a small bite each time, then mechanically chew seven times, and then swallow.
Zhuo Huan's eyes fell on those thin lips, and then they fell slowly.
He seemed to have become the food that was eaten by Fu Cheng. In the mouth, crush it with your teeth and lick it with your tongue. Then, into the esophagus, he squeezed warmly. The raised Adam's apple rolled on the slender neck, and finally...he was bitten into the body by this man.
Open the cigarette case and take out a cigarette. Biting the cigarette holder but not lighting it, Zhuo Huan leaned against the door, watching the young man eating the sandwich bite by bite.
Zhuo Huan licked his dry lips, his body reacted very honestly, but his irritable brain calmed down.
Under the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fucheng was still typing in the group, telling Su Fei and Old Joseph about the current research progress.
By the door in the distance, Zhuo Huan stared at him closely.
After a long time, Zhuo Huan turned around and walked into the smoking room. He sat on the sofa, looked up at the sky, and gently exhaled the smoke ring. The finger holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to watch for a long time. Look at a day, look at a month, look at a year.
However, in the next second, the calm and indifferent eyes of the man in the underground parking lot suddenly flashed in his mind when he turned his head.
In an instant, all the desire to rush out and grab this man's hand, hold him down and fuck him, disappeared in this instant.
"It's fucking boring."
When returning to the hotel at night, Fu Cheng got into the car and found that Zhuo Huan was already sitting in the back seat.
He didn't sit with Zhuo Huan, but sat across from him.
After driving for a while, Zhuo Huan said, "Go back to Shencheng next week."
Fu Cheng raised his head: "Has the landing gear been improved?"
Zhuo Huan: "There is a direction for improvement. In three days, we can directly draw the laboratory conclusion."
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Then, there was a long silence.
Fu Cheng: "Su Fei told me today that he is in Tokyo now, doing experiments for you."
Zhuo Huan's indifferent face finally had an expression, he let out a strange "ha" and asked, "Did he tell you?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
"Heh, it's a secret."
"You seem to have said the same thing to me."
Zhuo Huan raised his head and looked at the young man.
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and said calmly: "A month ago, you said that you wanted to find out the improvement direction of Mai Fei's new model, so let me not tell others."
Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds, he drew his voice: "Oh, yes, there is such a thing."
"Then Su Fei didn't keep it secret, it was you who lied to him first."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "The more people know, the less safe it will be to be discovered by Mai Fei. Fucheng, don't you understand this?"
Fu Cheng glanced at him: "En."
Go back to the hotel and enter the elevator. Along the way, there was a silent silence, no one spoke.
On the twenty-third floor, the elevator door opened, and Zhuo Huan strode out first. Fu Cheng looked at his back, and suddenly lost the strength to keep up. He just watched Zhuo Huan walk forward until the elevator door closed. Fu Cheng quickly pressed the elevator door, he raised his eyes, struggling with a glimmer of hope, looking at the slowly opening elevator door.
The gap is getting bigger and bigger.
The light is getting brighter and brighter...
But no one was waiting there.
Still with that back view, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and he was almost walking to his room at the end of the corridor. He didn't look back, and didn't take a look.
Fu Cheng was silent, stepped out of the elevator.
Neither of them spoke, each took out their room cards, opened the door, and entered the room.
Not long after returning to the room, Fucheng received a call from Lina.
"Vol, I'm in the western restaurant on the third floor. Just came back to LA. You guys are already at the hotel, have you had dinner? Do you want to come down with Reid and have dinner with me. I asked the restaurant to keep three great beef , have your share with Reid."
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "No need, I'm not hungry."
Lina was surprised: "Are you really not coming?"
"No thanks."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, I wish you a sweet dream, good night."
"Good night."
After simply washing up, Fucheng wiped his hair, and his stomach growled in the quiet room. He vaguely remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten dinner. Opening the small refrigerator in the hotel suite, there were all kinds of food in it, Fucheng took out a piece of bread. He quietly tore the bread into small pieces and put them in his mouth.
Chew carefully seven times each time, then swallow.
After silently eating a whole loaf of bread, he stood up and turned off the light.
***
The third floor of the hotel, the western restaurant.
Zhuo Huan walked into the restaurant, found Lina, and the waiter opened the chair for him.
Lina looked at her friend: "The western restaurant should be closed, but I guessed that you haven't eaten yet, so I asked the chef to wait for a while. I have already ordered the main dishes, and you can see the rest, Reid, what do you want to eat .”
Zhuo Huan didn't look at the menu handed over by the waiter, he said a few words in French, and directly confirmed the meal he wanted.
Lina: "It's a pity, Fu seems to be sleepy, and I specially saved a piece of beef for him."
Zhuo Huan didn't even lift his eyelids, but let out a chuckle from his throat.
The appetizer had just been served, Lina looked up and saw a person, she said in surprise: "Uncle Patrick."
Zhuo Huan paused the hand holding the knife and fork, and turned his head. Seeing that man, he clicked his tongue directly.
The waiter opened the chair for him, and Mr. Zhuo sat down directly. He ignored his son, but first said to Lina: "I heard from the chef that a beautiful and generous lady asked him to keep three servings of beef. I Thinking, who else in this hotel can be praised by him like this? It really is you, Lina."
Lina smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Uncle Patrick."
Zhuo Jing: "Mind if I taste the extra piece of beef you have?"
Lina: "Of course I don't mind."
Lina gave a few instructions to the waiter, and asked the chef to cook the piece of beef specially reserved for Fucheng and serve it to Zhuo Jing.
The three had dinner together for a while, and Mr. Zhuo and Lina talked and laughed. Uncle Zhuo pretended that these two people did not exist, and ate his food with a sneer.
Suddenly, Mr. Zhuo turned his head to look at his son, and sighed, "I heard that you hit the Pagani that Dad gave you yesterday, Reid?"
Zhuo Huan asked back with a half-smile: "The whole of the United States knows about this, so why ask?"
Zhuo Jing frowned gracefully, and said helplessly, "You really know how to spend money. Did your mother say anything to you yesterday?"
Zhuo Huan said indifferently: "Oh, I'm done eating." After speaking, he stood up, turned around and left.
Lina called him: "Reid, there are still several dishes not served."
Mr. Zhuo didn't plan to call his son anymore, because he knew that even if he called, his son would not come back. He said directly to the waiter: "Take off all his tableware. I have long felt that the table is too small and there is not enough space."
After sitting directly where Zhuo Huan was sitting just now, Mr. Zhuo started talking to Lina again.
After the two tasted the main course, the chef came to them. Mr. Zhuo never hesitated to praise him. He expressed his love for today's dishes to the chef in French.
After the chef left, before serving dessert, Lina wiped the corners of her mouth and asked, "Uncle Patrick, was Aunt Kelly also in the underground parking lot yesterday?"
People all over the United States only know that a Pagani worth tens of millions was scrapped in the parking lot of Waldorf Astoria by the rich second generation, but they don't know why it was scrapped. After this incident happened, Zhuo Jing got the news and quickly blocked all the information, even Lina couldn't find out the reason.
Mr. Zhuo glanced at the blond woman across the table, and said with a gentlemanly smile, "Yes, Reid's mother is also here."
Lina: "What's Aunt Kelly doing there?"
Mr. Zhuo smiled: "Why don't you ask Reid."
Lina blinked helplessly and didn't ask any more questions.
Obviously, Uncle Zhuo didn't want to mention what happened that night at all, and she certainly wouldn't ask.
The two chatted and laughed after finishing the expensive French meal. Mr. Zhuo said, "By the way, Lina, I have asked someone to rebook the hotel. Before you leave Los Angeles, you should change to another hotel."
Lina wondered, "Uncle Patrick?"
"Reid's mother already knows about this place, it's better to change to another hotel."
"Uncle Patrick, your behavior really makes me want to know the reason."
Mr. Zhuo thought for a while, then blinked lightly: "Although you and Kelly probably don't have much chance to get in touch, I also advise you not to have any contact with her. Believe me, staying away from her is an extremely correct thing to do." Decide."
Lina slowly straightened her expression, looked at the man across the table, and after a moment of silence, she said: "Uncle Patrick, you are my elder, but I don't agree with you, you use such words to evaluate your wife in front of a junior. Aunt Kelly, she's your wife."
Mr. Zhuo: "Oh?"
Lina smiled slightly: "I'm going back to my room first, Uncle Patrick, goodbye."
Mr. Zhuo said helplessly: "Wait a minute, Lina, I don't want to be misunderstood by a beautiful lady. Believe me, I'm just telling the truth. Well... Do you still remember that I wanted to divorce Reid's mother six years ago? what?"
Lina frowned: "Of course."
"We were not divorced then."
"Because Aunt Kelly called Reid back, Reid persuaded you."
Mr. Zhuo seldom showed such a sarcastic smile. He raised the corners of his thin lips, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Yes, yes, she called Reid home, but she didn't let Reid persuade me."
Lina realized something was wrong, and she hesitated: "Uncle Patrick?"
Mr. Zhuo said calmly: "She just put a knife on her son's neck, and then said to me, if I abandon her..."
"She'll kill my son."
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Zhuo Anxi: On the first day of the crash, I missed Fu Cheng's body.