The busy financial CBD center, at 8:30 on weekdays, the urban white-collar workers who were walking slowly immediately seemed to be winded up, rushing toward the skyscrapers with glass curtain walls.

At nine o'clock, Fucheng came downstairs of the building.

He is not in a hurry.

As Lina said, there are only five members in UAAG, so it doesn’t matter whether they are late or not. And according to normal working hours, Mr. Zhuo should have just gotten up.

Fucheng was strolling in the garden, and against the backdrop of a group of sweaty white-collar workers, he looked like a rich second-generation who did not know the sufferings of the world. Obviously, he was also rolled his eyes with a lot of jealousy. He walked to the coffee cart downstairs of the building and ordered a cup of coffee: "A cup of mocha, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Guangli suddenly caught a familiar figure. Fu Cheng was slightly stunned and said, "Go to have another cup of black coffee."

Holding two cups of coffee, Fucheng walked up and handed the black coffee to the other party. "Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and saw clearly the person coming. He was not polite, and after taking the coffee, "I won't drink black coffee."

Fucheng took out three packs of sugar and two bags of condensed milk from the bag.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him in surprise, showed a meaningful expression, and curled the corners of his mouth, and took over both sugar and condensed milk.

The two took the elevator upstairs together.

As soon as he left the elevator, UAAG's exaggerated metal hollow sign came into view. Lina happened to go out to water the green plants, and Zhuo Huan said: "Why don't you hire someone to do this?"

Lina stood up straight: "I like watering flowers. Are you here?" Her eyes turned on Zhuo Huan and Fucheng.

Fucheng smiled and said, "I happened to meet him downstairs." At this time, Su Fei waved and shouted Fucheng over. Fucheng said hello and walked in quickly.

Lina held the shower and looked at the thin and clear back of the young black-haired man. A cup of coffee kept wandering in front of her eyes, and Lina came to her senses.

Zhuo Huan: "Three packs of candy and two bags of condensed milk."

Lina: "Hmm?"

Uncle Zhuo squeezed out a proud voice from the cracks of his teeth: "Fucheng bought it for me." After that, he gave a look: Could this be a secret crush on me?

Everything was said without saying anything. Mr. Zhuo has always adhered to the principle of being gentle and low-key, and did not like to be arrogant. When he got his meaning, he left strode.

Lina: "…"

OK, just pretend he really has a crush on you!

Although he returned to Shencheng, the follow-up accident on Martha's flight 123 still needs to be handed over to Europe.

The direct cause of this crash was improper maintenance, which caused the aircraft's tail to fall. Martha Airlines must bear the responsibility and pay the pilot's family a certain amount of money. But of course the airline would not surrender. They hired a lawyer and started a long dispute with the victim's family on the compensation amount.

Lina: "Reid, I forwarded Mr. Gao's email to you. He wants to ask for your help and go to court to testify next month to explain to the jury that the reason why Martha's flight 123 crashed was the tail wing falling."

Mr. Zhuo was drinking coffee and stood by the window looking at the scenery: "I don't have time, go."

Lina shrugged helplessly.

Su Fei was extremely excited throughout the morning. He was in a state of ease. He seemed to have a brazier installed under the chair. He had to stand up and walk for a minute after sitting. In the afternoon, he finally couldn't help but: "Lina, when will the people from "The Catastrophe in the Sky" come?"

Lina looked at the itinerary: "It's an appointment in the afternoon, at the earliest, at the earliest, at the latest, at the latest." She withdrew her gaze and smiled: "However, in name, the person they want to interview is Reid."

Su Fei immediately turned around and said loudly: "RIP, the people from "Air Catastrophe" want to interview you!"

The next moment, Zhuo Huan's voice sounded, and Su Fei followed him sarcastically. The two of them spoke in unison, forming a certain funny effect: "I don't have time, go." Then Su Fei said to himself and raised his hand: "Okay, okay, I'll go!"

Fucheng and old Joseph laughed out loud.

Zhuo Huan glanced at Su Fei: "Tsk, come out."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lina received a notice from the front desk and went downstairs to pick up the guests. Su Fei was very excited and begged Fucheng to wait with him at the elevator entrance. Seeing that the number of the elevator gradually changed from 1 to 22, the next second when the number changed to 24, a "ding" sounded, Su Fei opened his eyes with expectation, and saw Lina open her body and let the people in the elevator come out first.

The indoor landscape fountain made a sound of water, and the sound of water broke the silence. Several exaggerated and luxurious metal chandeliers reflected on the metal walls of the elevator, making it even more magnificent. A tall and thin man stood in the elevator, and did not come out first because Lina gave way to him. He stood straight and pointed at Lina, indicating that the lady was given priority. Lina smiled and walked out the door first, and the man followed him out.

Fu Cheng's eyes stayed on the man in a straight suit for a while. He raised his eyes slightly and his eyes fell on the other party's delicate and cold eyebrows.

The elevator door was closed behind the man. Su Fei was stunned for a while, ran over and looked at it, and asked Lina: "Where is the camera? It's only one? The rest of the program team have not come up yet? Didn't you take the same elevator?"

Lina said in surprise: "Don't you know him?"

The man's lips were twitching and was about to speak, Fucheng stretched out his hand and smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Tinna."

When Zinadi looked at Fucheng, he also stretched out his hand: "Hello, Fujun."

Su Fei: "..."

Whoever takes a look at a big man!

As soon as the three of them welcomed Zinadi into the UAAG headquarters, Old Joseph recognized him at a glance, hurriedly got up from the sofa, and said a few politely. Mr. Zhuo kept sitting in front of the computer and typing. When he heard that Zinadi had arrived, he raised his eyelids and looked at him with charity.

"Zhuo Jun."

"Tinnakun."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Drink coffee."

There were only four sentences in total, and the two of them didn't communicate again.

Ichizuki sat in the UAAG conference room. He sat only on the front third of the chair, his upper body stood straight and his hands were placed in a regular manner. After Lina poured him tea, she couldn't bear to see the guests doing nothing, and said, "Do you want to visit UAAG? Professor Zina. The program team hasn't come yet. When they come, I'll arrange for you to be the first to be interviewed."

"Thank you, it's trouble."

Lina took Tinna Diichi to visit UAAG headquarters.

There are only five people in UAAG, but the place is very large and quite grand, so it is absolutely no problem for people to visit.

Fucheng was sorting out the prosecution information of Martha's flight 123. Su Fei poked his arm and whispered: "Why are you here that Zinna Diyi?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "Lina just said that "Air Catastrophe" invited UAAG and Professor Tinna, and they also wanted to interview Professor Tinna."

Mr. Zhuo's lazily voice inserted in: "This year's World Physics Conference is held in Shencheng this Saturday. He went along the way, so he accepted an interview."

Fucheng was stunned and turned around to look at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan also looked at him, and the two looked at each other. Zhuo Huan laughed and looked down at the computer screen.

Fucheng was confused.

...What does Zhuo Huan mean when he looked at him just now?

Why does it feel weird?

After half an hour of visit, the two returned to the conference room. Before entering the conference room, Zinnadi stopped, he half-turned, bowed slightly, and his voice was gentle: "Miss Lina, is that Su Jun?"

Lina looked in his direction.

Su Fei was lying bored on the sofa playing with his phone, waiting for the people from "The Catastrophe" to come for an interview, just counting.

Lina smiled kindly: "Yes, that's Su Fei. He was the one who sent a macro virus to your computer."

"oh."

Suddenly, his back became cold and his hair was standing tall. Su Fei couldn't hold it firmly, and his phone slammed into his face with a snap.

"Damn the groove!"

As he was talking, Lina answered a call. Su Fei thrust a carp and looked at her expectantly regardless of the red marks on her cheeks. Lina smiled and nodded: "I'll go down to pick up someone. Old Joseph, please help me entertain Professor Zinna."

"no problem!"

As soon as Lina left, Su Fei pulled Fucheng and rushed to the elevator entrance, waiting anxiously.

"Do you think the people in the program team will put on you makeup?"

"This is the second time I'm on TV. The last time I was interviewed by the BBC and won the IMO gold medal."

"Hey, Fucheng, what are you going to say when you interview you later?"

Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "In theory, UAAG only needs to be interviewed by one person."

Su Fei: "Is it me?"

Fu Cheng smiled, and was about to speak, when his phone suddenly rang. Looking at the number on the phone screen, the smile on his lips suddenly froze. There was a flash of surprise, confusion and a hint of undetectable tension in his eyes. Even Fu Cheng himself did not notice it. The moment he connected the phone, he stood straight, his right hand tightly against the seam of his pants, as if he had already integrated into his body's instinct, and his voice was quick and short: "Hello."

Listening to the words coming from the other end of the phone, Fu Cheng's face became more and more serious.

At this time, the elevator sounded "ding".

At the same time, a man in a black coat also appeared at the gate of UAAG. Zhuo Huan's eyes quickly glanced at the noisy and chaotic crowd in the elevator. The next second, he found Fucheng. The two looked at each other, and Zhuo Huan stepped forward and grabbed his wrist without saying a word.

Lina stood in the elevator: “Reid?”

Staff of "Air Catastrophe" in the elevator: "Mr. Patrick?!"

Zhuo Huan said quickly: "Lend me a car."

Lina subconsciously handed the car key to the other party.

Staff: "Mr. Patrick, where are you going? We want to interview you, when will you be back?"

"Nothing to be told!"

The elevator door was closed ruthlessly in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone stared at a loss. After a moment, Lina pulled up the black hairs scattered in her ears and smiled: "Please go here. Regarding the interviewee, Reid has arranged for me in advance. This time, UAAG was interviewed by this Mr. Fly Su. The black box that Maifei Company had not repaired for several months was repaired. It was repaired by him. As we all know, the black box is the key to finding out the truth about the 917 air crash in Japan Airlines..."

From the 24th floor to the first floor of the underground parking lot.

The elevator was extremely fast, but Fucheng felt that it was extremely slow. However, no matter how anxious he was, he could not teleport directly to the parking lot. Fucheng gradually calmed down. He looked at Zhuo Huan beside him: "Teacher Zhuo, are you and I... the same thing?"

Zhuo Huan: "Shencheng Dachang Airport."
To be continued...