Entering the small building, a floor is empty, cleaned and smooth, like an empty warehouse.

Zhuo Huan walked in the front, behind him was a swearing punk boy. Fucheng was two meters away from them, following them not far or near. His eyes moved up involuntarily, and stopped on the circle of hair that was tied up randomly behind the man's head, and he was a little dazed.

When he walked to the stairs, the man stopped, twitched the smoke and threw it away.

There was no furniture on the entire floor, and only an ashtray was placed next to the stairs, filled with cigarette butts. The new cigarette butt was extinguished and stood in the ashtray for a few seconds. When Fucheng went upstairs, he poured it into the ashtray with other companions.

There is no doubt that with the posture and strength of pinching cigarette butts, the cigarette butts in the ashtray should be the same masterpiece.

The three of them went upstairs together.

Zhuo Huan walked in front, put his hands in his pockets, leaned forward slightly, and two steps turned into one step, and soon he left and disappeared.

The punk boy was carrying his suitcase, which was quite inconvenient. He obviously neglected to exercise and got breathless after taking two steps. Fucheng used his hand. The punk boy looked at him in surprise, his lips twitched, and he didn't say anything.

When they walked to the second floor, a long-legged gentleman had already sat behind the computer, frowned and typing on the keyboard.

"Let Adrain bring things over quickly, three days." The long-legged gentleman stretched his right foot on the ground, and the chair rolled back. He looked at a beautiful blonde girl, "You should know the limit of my patience."

The girl smiled slightly and poured the coffee over: "But it looks like Adrain doesn't know." As she said that, she delivered the coffee to Zhuo Huan's table. "I will remind him again. It's time to put the ashtray at the door next time, Reid, you're covered in smoke."

Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee, and seemed to find that the two newcomers had arrived and looked at them.

The blonde walked up to the two of them and was about to speak, but the long-legged gentleman stood up with coffee: "New member, Fucheng, Su Fei. Get to know him."

He spoke, and all the staff on the second floor put down their work and greeted the newcomers.

After they met, everyone went back to continue doing things, leaving only the blonde and a kind-looking white old man.

Blonde: "Fucheng, Su Fei, we have met on the phone. I am Stephanie. You can call me Lina. You just came from China and are tired. I have arranged for someone to wait and see you off to the hotel for a rest."

Upon hearing this, the punk boy's face changed slightly.

Before he could speak, Lina showed an impeccable and perfect smile: "I want to ask why you didn't let you go directly to the hotel, but came here? Actually, I made my own decision and wanted you to get to know the members of UAAG first, and everyone will be colleagues from now on." She always spoke Chinese, very fluent, and didn't look like a Frenchman at all. "Those who were just EASA (European Aviation Safety Agency) are people, I will introduce UAAG colleagues to you."

The old white man standing beside Lina stretched out his hand: "Hard Joseph." He changed into fluent Chinese and blinked: "Call me Old Joseph."

The punk boy was originally very unhappy, but Old Joseph was good at talking and humorous, and the atmosphere was activated in a few seconds.

Five minutes later, Lina's car arrived, and Fucheng and the punk boy went downstairs together.

When he went downstairs, Fucheng looked back.

The man was standing by the window looking at a document.

The moonlight fell on his face, and he looked down at the information intently.

Suddenly, he turned his head.

The lines of sight meet in the air.

Fucheng suddenly turned his head.

After Lina came back after delivering the person, she saw that the long-legged man stopped reading the information. He touched his chin and took it in his pocket for a long time. Then, as if he realized something, he reluctantly took a piece of chewing gum from the table and threw it into his mouth.

“Reid?”

"He has an objection to me."

Lina: "Su Fei? He has a lot of opinions about you. He was very angry when I was on the phone with him. He accused you of not letting him fly directly from Boston to Helsinki, but instead ran to Shencheng first."

"I mean Fucheng."

Lina was stunned: "Evan Fu? Is there any?"

"I think there is, too." Old Joseph smiled and interrupted, "Probably because he thinks you are not as handsome as him?"

“…”

"laugh."

“Areyoukiddingme?”

UAAG's wealth is still constantly refreshing the imagination of the two newcomers.

This time the car I picked them up to the hotel was a Rolls-Royce, each with one room in the hotel, all of which were suites.

He said it was going to be a jet lag, but within an hour, Fucheng received a call from Lina.

"Old Joseph proposed to celebrate the newcomers and go to the bar to have a drink together. In fact, he wanted to go to drink. If you are not very tired, please join in and I will arrange a car for you."

Ten minutes later, Fu Cheng and Su Fei sat in the bar booth, next to him was the excited old Joseph.

"I don't like Finnish wine. Finnish wine doesn't taste enough. Just like the little girl drinks, only Musky is quite interesting." After complaining in Chinese without any hesitation, Old Joseph raised his hand to call the waiter and changed it to English: "Get Musky, oh, I really love Finnish wine."

The waiter smiled and nodded: "Are there any other needs?"

Su Fei immediately raised his hand: "I want a glass of liqueur."

"In 1983, Brotherso conducted a social brain experiment. Through SPECT scans on isotopes, it was found that alcohol has a reduced metabolism in the brain's prefrontal lobe, causing the cerebral cortex to atrophy and affect the transmission of GABA, serotonin and neurotransmitters."

After a pause, Zhuo Huan spit out the white smoke ring and laughed casually: "In other words, you will become stupid."

Everyone: "..."

Joseph Older: "I suspect you are targeting me."

Zhuo Huan: "Your frontal lobe has matured, and a little wine will not affect anything."

Old Joseph: "Oh? Then what do you mean by this passage?"

“Minors are different.”

Su Fei: "..."

"Fuck, do you want to fight?"

Zhuo Huan didn't even raise his eyelids: "You can't beat me."

Su Fei didn't say anything and grabbed Fucheng: "Brother, beat him up with me!"

Fucheng looked at him.

brother?

The young black-haired man smiled softly: "I can't beat Teacher Zhuo either."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and quietly converged towards Fucheng.

The punk boy touched the back of his head in a daze: "What do you call Teacher Zhuo?"

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo is very famous in the aviation industry in China and many people respect it."

Su Fei: "Ah?"

Old Joseph's Musky arrived, and he took a big sip and added to the topic: "Reid is very famous in the global aviation industry, haha, but this is the first time I heard someone call him a teacher."

In the end, everyone ordered a glass of wine.

Su Fei Zhenzhen said: "I am so smart, being stupid will be more friendly to ordinary people."

Lina took his cup away and said with a smile: "You're drunk."

Fucheng took a sip and went to the bar balcony to get some air.

At night, there were many people drinking in the bar and more and more people smoking. All kinds of flavors were mixed and the smoke was smoky.

He actually never likes drinking.

Drinking is prohibited when serving in the Air Force. When you transfer to civil aviation, you are prohibited from drinking 24 hours before flying, so you can hardly touch alcohol.

The complexity in the bar was swept away, and I looked up and the stars were everywhere.

I don’t know how long it took, but Fucheng turned around and saw a person standing behind him.

My mind trembled violently for a moment.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan leaned against the open glass door on the balcony, the light was half bright and half extinguished, his upper body was hidden in the shadow, his hands were hugging his arms, his legs were overlapping, and his posture was casual. He was chewing gum, and his dark eyes seemed to be inorganic gems, and he couldn't shine. He just stared straight at Fucheng, as if he could stare at people out of flowers.

"Many people in the Chinese aviation industry respect me?" Zhuo Huan suddenly spoke.

Fucheng smiled and said, "Yes."

"Including you?"

"Including." The answer was decisive and straightforward.

Zhuo Huan's eyebrows moved slightly.

Fucheng turned around and walked out of the balcony. He turned around and saw that after he left, Zhuo Huan lit a cigarette, bit his head and looked up at the night sky.

It turned out to be a smoking cigarette.

After turning around, the figure of the man behind him disappeared completely.

In an instant, the polite and distant smile on the face of the young black-haired man disappeared instantly.

A sound of destroying mountains and seas sounded in my mind, some were crying, some were roaring, and some were coldly announcing the death notice. The moment I returned to the bar and saw the old Joseph and others, the voice came to an abrupt end.

Fucheng walked over with a smile.

One night, Old Joseph drank the most alcohol, and everyone else only drank a little.
To be continued...