Commercial Aircraft, namely Huaguo Commercial Aircraft Co., Ltd.
Since airplanes became a common mode of transportation for the public, the two major aircraft manufacturers of the United States, Boeing and McFly, have occupied the market and almost monopolized all the civil aviation aircraft manufacturing markets in the world. By the 1970s, the four European countries jointly established Airbus to develop their own civil aviation aircraft, hoping to share the same share with American aircraft manufacturers. In addition, there are several relatively small aircraft manufacturers such as McDonnell Douglas and Embraer, which occupy a very small market share.
Huaguo was much slower than the West in aircraft manufacturing, and it was not until the beginning of this century that Commercial Aircraft Corporation was established.
Huaguo wants to manufacture its own aircraft, and it has been quite effective in the past ten years, but most domestic airlines still use Boeing, McFly, and Airbus aircraft. One is that the aircraft manufactured by the latter is of high quality, high quality and low price, and the other is that COMAC has only been established for thirteen years, and its aircraft manufacturing level is indeed inferior to that of the West.
When Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan arrived at COMAC T1 factory, the staff were already waiting at the door.
Unlike when entering the Maifei factory, you have to change to another car to enter at the gate. The two drove into the factory directly under the leadership of COMAC staff.
On the flat and vast plain, large factory buildings stand under the sun, with high walls painted with white paint on the outside, and only a huge blue and green COMAC LOGO is printed on the top corner of each factory building.
First, they went to the factory to visit the specific manufacturing process, and then they came to the laboratory under the leadership of the staff.
In the laboratory, technicians wearing white lab coats kept communicating with their companions and discussing data with each other. Various parts on the aircraft have been disassembled by category in the laboratory.
An airplane is a huge whole, but if you want to design it well, you have to take every detail into account.
As small as the millimeter thickness of the outer surface of the fuselage, as large as the operation and calculation of the telex system.
Fucheng's eyes slid over these parts one by one. Unlike Maifei's cold and assembly-line experimental manufacturing, in Shangfei's laboratory, designers discussed more. However, their movements are also much slower than Mai Fei. It can almost be seen with the naked eye that these people are excellent talents in aircraft manufacturing, but their experience is far inferior to that of the decades-old veteran aircraft manufacturers on the other side of the ocean.
Passing through two laboratories, a middle-aged man in a suit walked towards him. He stretched out his hand and showed his identity: "I am Wu Hui, the person in charge of the S1 laboratory of COMAC. I am mainly in charge of the CR939 project. Hello, Mr. Zhuo." Then he turned his head to look at Fucheng, "Fu Major."
Zhuo Huan also extended his hand, and the two shook hands.
Zhuo Huan went straight to the topic: "Where is the current progress?"
Chief Designer Wu: "CR939 is developed by ourselves based on the joint design experience of CR929 and the Russians. The current progress has completed the construction of the aircraft's main fly-by-wire system, but there are still some things worth discussing about the wing profile. place." After a pause, he looked at Zhuo Huan and said, "About what you said before, the distribution of eddy currents and chord lines..."
Yes, this morning Fucheng suddenly received a call from the former leader of the army, asking him to assist Zhuo Huan to come to the COMAC factory to help COMAC design and manufacture the CR939 large wide-body commercial aircraft.
Every aircraft, from the moment it is ready to be designed, is not just the business of the aircraft designer alone.
It needs an excellent chief designer to lead hundreds of designers and go through thousands of days and nights before it can be designed. At the same time, it is the test pilot who grows with it, witnesses the inspection, and performs every mission of it.
Test pilots join the team from the day the aircraft is designed. On the basis of understanding the aircraft, they cooperate with the aircraft designer. The two sides work together to manufacture aircraft.
Zhuo Huan first listened to Chief Designer Wu introduce the current progress. Following the words introduced by the other party, his brows became tighter and tighter. When Chief Designer Wu said a certain part, he interrupted directly: "Take me to the laboratory."
"now?"
"Um."
"Uh, ok, follow me please."
The staff swiped the door card to unlock the door, and Zhuo Huan followed the other party and strode out of the laboratory. At the moment he was about to walk out, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, and said to Fucheng: "You should know the people in the test flight team. I am more familiar with you, and we cooperate more tacitly, so the test flight mission of the new wing, give it to you."
Fu Cheng was slightly startled, he looked at Zhuo Huan, nodded his head: "En."
So, the two soldiers divided into two groups, one went to the wing laboratory, and the other went to the factory where the test pilot was under the leadership of the staff.
Seeing those two young test pilots, Fu Cheng finally understood why Zhuo Huan said he knew each other.
Huaguo attaches great importance to the Commercial Aircraft CR939 aircraft, and specially recruited excellent air force pilots from the army as test pilots. One of them is Zhuo Huan's younger brother, Du Sen.
When the young pilot with a crew cut saw Fucheng, he was stunned for a while, and then ran over in surprise: "Major Fu? Brother?!"
When the other person heard this, he hurried over: "Are you Major Fucheng Fu?"
Fucheng nodded.
Du Sen chuckled, and said happily: "I heard from the squad leader a long time ago that the brother may be transferred to help for a while. I didn't expect to see myself." Before Fucheng could speak, the honest and honest boy scratched his head I suddenly thought: "Hey, brother, don't you know who I am? I'm Du Sen! I'm also a student of Team Qi. You graduated from the training camp for two years before I got in, but I always listen to Team Qi. Speaking of you."
Fucheng smiled and said: "I know, you are excellent, I often heard your name when I was in the army. You broke many records in the training camp."
Du Sen: "You don't break as much as senior brother."
Another pilot: "Well, Du Sen, let your senior brother sign for us?"
As soon as these words fell to the ground, the two young men in their early twenties looked at Fucheng together. There was no extra color in the fiery and pure eyes. Like the cleanest eyeballs of animal cubs, there is only reverence and strong admiration.
Du Sen: "Brother, can you..."
Fucheng smiled: "Okay!"
Fucheng signed the two young pilots, and the two folded the paper carelessly and put it in the pocket of the military uniform.
Knowing the purpose of Fucheng's trip, Du Sen warmly introduced to him the previous few test flights.
"Lao Zhou and I joined the CR939 project at the beginning of last year. Lao Zhou has been following the progress. Sometimes I will be transferred back to the army for some other tasks..."
Fu Cheng nodded while listening.
Commercial aircraft are different from fighter jets. The former pays more attention to economic benefits and how to reduce costs. The latter is more dependent on the pilot, so during the design process, the pilot's test flight requirements are also higher.
In just one hour, Fucheng learned about the test flight of this aircraft in the past two years and the current design progress.
Lao Zhou: "I just finished a test flight last week. According to the rules, I think the next time, I have to wait at least a month."
Fu Cheng looked up at the simulator standing in the center of the workshop, his gaze was firm, and he said, "No."
"Um?"
"At most one week, he will definitely come up with a new design plan."
The two test pilots looked at each other and confirmed that their companions were all confused, so they didn't ask any more questions.
After talking about work matters, Du Sen couldn't help but ask, "Brother, why did you suddenly retire?"
Fucheng looked at him, he thought for a while, but didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "What version did you hear?"
Before Du Sen could speak, Lao Zhou said: "I know this. The version I heard is that something happened to your family, brother. If your family disagrees with you continuing to be an Air Force pilot, you will be discharged."
Du Sen: "Hey, why are you calling me brother?"
Old Zhou: "Hey, they're all Hua Guo Air Force pilots, what's wrong with calling out to senior brother?"
Fu Cheng: "Almost."
Both young pilots looked at him curiously.
Fu Cheng looked at Du Sen: "What do you think?"
Du Sen thought for a while and asked, "Is it related to Team Qi?"
Fucheng looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then nodded with a smile: "Well, it's kind of related."
***
When he came out of the laboratory, the sky was already full of stars.
On the desolate and flat plain, the pitch-black dome turned upside down to the earth, and stars twinkled in it. Looking to the west, the edge of the sky is still a warm red orange, which is the appearance of the night being illuminated by the city lights, and it is also the direction of the downtown area of Shencheng. The COMAC factory is located on the East China Sea. It is rare that in such a strong night, you can still see the starlight that is not soaked by modern civilization.
Zhuo Huan walked to the side of the car, after a while, Fu Cheng also came out of the workshop.
Zhuohuan glanced at him and unlocked the car.
No one spoke, and the two got into the car separately.
Inserting the key into the car hole, Zhuo Huan first opened the window to ventilate, dissipating the heat from the scorching sun all day long. The cool evening wind blew on the two of them, and when the heat dissipated almost, Zhuo Huan closed the window, turned on the air conditioner, and stepped on the gas pedal. Amidst the roar of the engine, the huge inertia caused Fucheng to fall backwards, his back was tightly pressed against the back of the chair, and it took a few seconds for him to stabilize.
After leaving the COMAC factory, Zhuohuan reached out to turn on the car stereo.
In the melodious and gentle English female voice, Zhuo Huan asked lightly: "It took so long for the job handover from the test pilot?"
As if aware of what this person would say next, Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, and it took a long time before he answered: "The handover was completed two hours ago."
"Oh."
Another long silence.
Three minutes later.
Zhuohuan: "Is it difficult?"
Fu Cheng: "It's not difficult."
Zhuo Huan: "Then what are you doing waiting for me for two hours?"
Fucheng: "It's quite far from downtown Shencheng."
Zhuo Huan pressed the steering wheel with one hand, he raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, through the light reflected by the headlights, he looked at Fucheng's blurred eyes and eyebrows. The slender and handsome eyes drooped slightly, the eyelashes were extremely long, so they fell under the eyes, and there was a faint dark color. The young man looked calm, and answered him in a calm tone: "It's so far away, it's not convenient to take a taxi."
The fingers holding the steering wheel tightened, and a few seconds later, Zhuo Huan smiled: "Tsk, then do you want to give me a taxi fare?"
Fu Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at him.
After a minute, the phone rang, Zhuo Huan looked down.
"...fuck! Are you fucking sick?"
Fucheng replied to him indifferently: "You said, taxi fare."
Zhuo Huan was extremely irritable, he opened the car window, and put his other hand into his pocket to take out the cigarette case, but when he looked up, he saw in the rearview mirror, the young man sitting in the passenger seat turned his head to look out the window. He also opened the window, as if he knew that the person next to him was about to smoke, so he opened the window for ventilation.
After watching quietly for two seconds, Zhuo Huan closed the car window and put the cigarette case he just took out back into his pocket. He broke off a piece of gum and started chewing.
After two hours' drive, after returning to downtown Shencheng, I will send Fucheng home first, and then Zhuohuan will drive back.
Early the next morning, Uncle Zhuo rarely opened his eyes before eight o'clock. He walked into the bathroom with a tired face to wash up, and when he finally woke up, he thought of taking a look at his phone, and then saw the message from Fucheng.
[Fucheng: I've already taken a taxi to COMAC. I got familiar with the terrain yesterday, Mr. Zhuo, I don’t need to borrow your car today.]
Zhuohuan: "..."
For five days in a row, Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan didn't see each other again.
In fact, if you want to say see you, you have seen it. Any new results from the laboratory will be notified to the flight test team, and the two sides will exchange opinions at the same time. But other than that, there is no connection.
On the afternoon of the sixth day, Fu Chengzheng and Du Sen reconfirmed tomorrow's test flight mission. Du Sen suddenly looked behind him, Fu Cheng was stunned, and followed his gaze to look back. I saw Zhuohuan wearing sunglasses, chewing gum while walking over.
Zhuo Huan: "I want to go back to UAAG to get something."
Fu Cheng: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan: "Help me unload things."
"… it is good."
Sitting in that Ferrari, the two headed west. This time, they were facing the sunset, and they returned to downtown Shencheng before it was dark.
Along the way, no one spoke.
After arriving at the UAAG headquarters building, Zhuo Huan parked the car in the public parking lot on the first floor, and the two took the elevator upstairs together.
Fucheng remembered that when they left last week, Old Joseph and the others all took the first step, leaving only the decoration staff still busy. When he came back this time, as soon as he entered the door, his eyes widened in surprise.
During their absence this week, the decorators nearly remodeled the UAAG headquarters. Originally, UAAG didn’t have a few rooms at all. Lina’s design concept is open cooperation. Except for conference rooms and databases, there are no other walls, and you can see everything at a glance.
Now, Lina has designed many separate rooms. Although it is not clear what the purpose of each is, but this once open place has completely changed.
The decorators left work early, leaving only Lina's seat with a lot of documents.
Fu Cheng glanced twice, he was taken aback, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "The airfoil of Mai Fei F475 changes direction?"
Zhuo Huan lazily hummed: "Move to my car."
Fu Cheng was silent, and began to help carry the boxes of materials.
This pile of information was calculated by them after staying up for five days and five nights in Los Angeles last month, plus more than a month of preparation in the early stage. Although this is just a direction, and did not really steal Mai Fei's business secrets, but at this time, Fucheng can naturally see that the airfoil modification technology that Zhuo Huan wants to use on the new commercial aircraft is the same as Mai Fei. A thing of the same origin. Not the same, but inspired by it.
There is no such thing as plagiarism in the field of science.
From the same experiment, what you can get depends on your aptitude.
This is the world of genius.
After moving back and forth three times, I finally moved this box of materials downstairs and put them in the front trunk of the car.
At this time, the sky was getting dark and the sun was setting, and many white-collar workers who worked in the building came out of the gate one after another.
The UAAG headquarters is very close to Fucheng's home.
After Zhuohuan finished moving his things, he moved his wrist and took out the car keys from his pocket. Fu Cheng looked at his back, and was silent for a moment. He was about to say that he wanted to go home alone so that Zhuo Huan would not have to see him off, when he heard a surprised female voice from behind: "Fu Cheng?!"
Fu Cheng froze suddenly, he turned around and saw someone coming: "Su Qiao?"
A beautiful woman in a Chanel suit walked over with an LV chain bag in her left hand and a stiletto heel. She glanced at the car behind Fu Cheng, and asked in surprise, "Is it your car?"
Fu Cheng looked back: "No, my friend's."
After hearing this, Zhuo Huan stood by the car door, with his hands in his pockets, looking at Fu Cheng's back with a half-smile.
However, Fucheng didn't seem to notice anything.
Su Qiao gave a soft "oh", her eyes flicked to Zhuo Huan's face, a little surprised, but she quickly looked away. She looked up seriously, and smiled at Fucheng: "I haven't contacted you since I finished drinking coffee in the coffee shop last time. I sent you a WeChat message two weeks ago, why didn't you reply to me?"
Fu Cheng was silent: "Sorry, maybe I didn't see it."
Su Qiao: "I know you are busy. You have lost a lot of weight. Do you work in this building?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Su Qiao: "What a coincidence, I'm next door! I've never seen you before."
Fu Cheng: "I travel a lot, and I'm rarely in the company."
The gorgeous and eye-catching woman pulled the hair falling from her forehead behind her ears, and she smiled slightly: "Well, do you have time for the class reunion next month? I sent you a WeChat message just for this matter. Me and They said, they will definitely bring you here this time." She blinked pitifully, "If you won't go again, let me lose face, Fucheng."
Seeing Su Qiao suddenly, this incident caught Fu Cheng completely off guard, and then the other party mentioned the class reunion.
Fu Cheng was stunned, and didn't speak for a while.
Su Qiao raised her red lips: "Let me tell you carefully, about this class reunion, there is something wrong with a classmate's family, and everyone wants to help him. We haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't we have dinner together?" Dinner, can I also talk to you by chance?"
Fu Cheng's lips moved, and he was about to speak when a man's casual voice came from behind him.
"Hello, Fucheng."
His body froze, Fu Cheng turned around.
The man pushed the sunglasses on his forehead, revealing those clear and elegant eyes. Zhuo Huan leaned on the roof of the car with one hand, propped his chin with one hand, looked at him sideways, and said in a casual tone, "Didn't you say you're eating with me?"
The afterglow of the setting sun sinks into the horizon and is blocked by high-rise buildings. The night gradually deepens, and the heart gradually sinks.
Eyes met, Fu Cheng looked at Zhuo Huan quietly, Zhuo Huan looked at him silently with a smile on his face.
Just a few seconds, but like a long life.
Fucheng smiled and said: "Have you said that, Mr. Zhuo, did you remember wrongly. I'm going to have dinner with my friends, what else can I do?"
Staring at the young man's smiling face for a long time, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and pulled down the sunglasses lightly.
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, that may be my memory is wrong."
Fu Cheng: "I'll go first, Mr. Zhuo."
Zhuohuan: "Yes."
In the gloomy night, many white-collar workers got off work and walked out of the building. Among the young figures, there are men and women, and there are many lovers walking side by side.
Among so many men and women traveling together, handsome young men and pretty women are undoubtedly the most outstanding.
She must be a very talkative woman, she raised her head to look at Fucheng from time to time, she loved to laugh when she spoke, so she revealed two cute and sweet little pear nests.
Zhuo Huan watched them off, and disappeared step by step at the door of the parking lot.
He took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket and smoked a cigarette.
With a click, it ignites.
He leaned against the car door, looking at the intersection where the two disappeared, silently, smoking a cigarette in the night wind.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...
The lights in the building were turned off layer by layer, and fewer and fewer white-collar workers came out.
The last cigarette in the pack was gone.
Zhuo Huan looked up at the sky, he took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his light-colored eyes were full of bewilderment, he was at a loss and naive, like a person who didn't know where he was and lost his way child.
The lips parted, and finally, they closed slowly again.
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