Most military airports are remote, heading south, and driving for about ten minutes before there are some people.

Fucheng held his coat and looked ahead: "There is no special reason, the training is a bit too difficult to keep up, and there are some things at home. There is not much time to train, so he retired. Teacher Zhuo should know that although civil aviation is also very busy and often fly various international routes, it still has a lot of time compared to the Air Force, especially the carrier-based aircraft air force."

Zhuo Huan glanced at Fu Cheng, and the young man with a black hair talked about his affairs in a calm tone. Looking from the side, his eyelashes were long and dense. When he drooped his eyes slightly, a faint shadow fell on his lower eyelid. Because his skin was fair and more obvious, he had an inexplicable melancholy and silent temperament.

The words "really" came to my mouth, and somehow, I swallowed them back.

The fingers with distinct joints gently tapped the steering wheel, and Zhuo Huan's voice was scattered and gentle, as if it was humming gently from his nose, with a long nasal sound: "Are you finished doing business at home?"

Fu Cheng was slightly surprised and turned to look at him.

Zhuo Huan held the steering wheel with one hand and looked ahead: "Care for subordinates, are there any problems?"

a long time.

Fucheng said: "It's over."

Zhuo Huan said oh.

Fucheng: "Where is Teacher Zhuo, why did he suddenly resign from Mai Fei?"

It seemed as if I heard something funny, and happened to be a red light. Zhuo Huan turned to look at Fucheng: "Old Joseph should have told you."

Fucheng was stunned.

"I have a 5% stake in Maifei."

It turned out to be this. Fucheng: "Well, I said it."

Zhuo Huan tsk and stepped on the accelerator: "Do you know what this 5% stake means?"

"What?"

"It means that you said the word 'what' and took a second. And in this second, there was already $7 more on my bank card."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "In a blink of an eye, 7 US dollars will be in your hands. Since you can get it without doing anything, then I will understand my resignation better than your retirement..."

"There will be money lost in heaven, Fucheng."

Fucheng.

The man pronounced this name in a lazy voice, and made ambiguously turn around the tip of his tongue. Zhuo Huan smiled arrogantly, as Lina said, if one day someone wanted to write an autobiography for this man, a sentence could represent his life—

A proud and conceited life.

But he has capital that is so arrogant.

However.

"Really?"

The arrogant smile as dazzling as the sun suddenly paused for a moment, and when he was slow, Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng: "Hmm?"

Fu Cheng held his coat, leaned on the seat, nodded, and said as if he was talking to himself: "I really couldn't imagine what it felt like."

It turns out that's what it means.

Zhuo Huan: "Ha."

When I returned to Shencheng District, it happened to be at night rush hour.

It took an hour later that the two returned to the UAAG headquarters.

The people from the "Air Catastrophe" program team were still staying in the building. As soon as the elevator opened, they saw the blond and blue-eyed strange staff. Zhuo Huan frowned and found Lina: "It's not over yet?"

Lina smiled and said, "Professor Tinna just finished the interview, and it's Su Fei's turn now. But it's been a long time since I watched it."

"Um?"

"He was nervous."

After hearing this, Fu Cheng followed Lina's helpless gaze. He saw a conference room being sorted out by the program team and used as an interview room. High wattage lighting and huge luminous panels were placed in the most reasonable place, reflecting the dark side of the character's face with an extremely three-dimensional effect. Su Fei was sitting in it, with several black and dirty cameras in front of him.

Fucheng: "Have you put on makeup for him?"

Lina: "I made it for him."

Fucheng said in surprise: "You transformed?"

Lina blinks: "Children are thin-skinned and blushing easily."

Everyone laughed suddenly, and even Zhuo Huan looked at Su Fei, who was stiff all over and was sitting on the chair and motionless, curled up the corners of his mouth.

Zhuo Huan: "You said before that they really want to interview me?"

Lina looked up: “Reid?”

"Then I'll be fine for this interview."

Lina didn't react to her friend's meaning for the first time, and she was very surprised: "You have always disliked such public activities..."

"Is it really good to bully Su Fei like this?" Fu Cheng smiled.

Zhuo Huan was stunned when he heard this, looked up at Fucheng, showing a meaningful expression.

Lina suddenly realized that she had a stern face and accused her friend: "This cold joke is not funny at all."

Fu Cheng was stunned and thought to himself: I think it's quite funny.

An hour later, Su Fei's interview finally ended. When the program team saw Zhuo Huan coming back, they asked to interview him again, but Lina gently refused. If Reid Irvin Patrick could be invited to the show, it would definitely cause a more sensational effect. Unfortunately, Mr. Patrick never appears on such occasions, and he rarely attends industry gatherings.

Lina, as the administrative director of UAAG, arranged everything about receiving guests in an orderly manner. As soon as she saw off the staff of "Air Catastrophe", she booked a seat: UAAG had asked Professor Tinna Diichi to help investigate the case of JAL 917, and this time she invited him to dinner, which was a thank you.

In fact, Lina had already proposed to give her a reward, but Professor Zinna did not agree, so she had this dinner.

It is a high-end Japanese dish for one person meal.

Six people sat on the tatami, and the waiter in white kimono gently placed the small plates containing the meal in front of everyone, which was a traditional kneeling service.

Zina Diyi sat opposite Zhuo Huan, which was the seat that Lina deliberately arranged. Professor Zina was the guest of honor, so it was natural for Mr. Zhuo to entertain himself. However, neither of the two seemed to have the intention to talk to each other until the last dessert was served on the dining table. Zina Diyi wiped his lips with a white chew, pressed his hands on his knees, and looked up at Zhuo Huan.

"Zhuo Jun, will you go to the World Physics Conference in a few days?"

Zhuo Huan: "Don't go."

Tinna Diyi: "Oh? This is the first time I was held in China, or in Shencheng, it is very close to you."

Zhuo Huan: "No interest."

Zinadi thought about it and didn't say anything again.

Lina smiled with clarity, and she lowered her head. Her eyes happened to face Fucheng next to her. She waved to Fucheng. The two sat closer. She lowered her voice: "If you want to get an invitation letter from the World Physics Conference, you must have published papers in several major physics journals in the past year. The last time Reid published a paper seemed to be three years ago. He was able to get an invitation letter before because the invitation letter was sent to Mai Fei. This year..."

Everything is in vain.

Fucheng looked up at Uncle Zhuo and Jinna Diyi.

The former clearly did not receive the invitation letter at all, but was still calm and calm.

The latter looked regretful, as if very regretful.

Everyone said goodbye to Tinnadiyi at the door of the Japanese restaurant.

Just after seeing off the internationally renowned physicist, a cold voice rang out in this cold winter night: "Are you talking bad about me behind your back?"

Fu Cheng and Lina were stunned, and they looked at Mr. Zhuo together.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets of his coat, chewing the chewing gum he was holding in the Japanese restaurant, while lowering his eyes and looking at the two people in front of him. As in the moonlight as water, his expression was gloomy and cold, making people unable to see any expression or emotions.

Lina: "Is there any?" said and looked at Fucheng.

Fu Cheng showed a surprised expression: "No, right? Did Teacher Zhuo hear something wrong?"

Oh, keep pretending.

Zhuo Huan snorted: "I won't go to the physics conference because we are not in China this weekend."

Fucheng keenly captured the keyword: "We?"

Zhuo Huan nodded: "Old Joseph should know that American Airlines 4012."

Old Joseph was shocked and said in surprise: "American Airlines 4012? The plane that flew from London to Boston and disappeared over the Atlantic Ocean? Found it?"

"Well...it's back from the silt under the Atlantic Ocean."

On August 19, 2020, American Airlines Flight 4012 flew from London to Boston.

Ten minutes after entering the Boston air traffic control area, American Airlines 4012, which was supposed to land at Logan International Airport in an hour, suddenly disappeared on the radar detector. Half an hour later, Air Traffic determined that American Airlines flight 4012 was missing and opened the emergency call.

An international flight mysteriously disappeared over the ocean, which inevitably reminds everyone of Flight 318, four years ago.

Within two days, the government confirmed that American Airlines 4012 was officially missing. Three days later, it was confirmed that the plane crashed in the Atlantic Ocean.

Afterwards, the United States immediately salvaged the plane. Everyone was worried that the plane would be like the Rogue 318, missing in the vast ocean and could never be found again. Fortunately, the tragedy of Rogue 318 did not repeat itself. A week after the incident, the salvage company found a wreckage of the plane on the Atlantic Ocean, which was confirmed to be from American Airlines 4012.

The truth of Roger 318 sank in the mysterious and profound Pacific Ocean, no one can know.

But the truth about American Airlines 4012 has finally emerged and reappeared in the world.

On Friday, Lina booked a flight ticket and the five of them flew to Boston across the ocean.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, a Rolls-Royce picked up five people and arrived at the Shanghai Airport together. After entering the VIP lounge, Lina went to the front desk to confirm the flight. Su Fei was very excited to tell the story of the years he spent in Boston about his college life.
To be continued...