In the 1990s, Boeing acquired McDonald, and since then, the global aviation industry has formed a three-legged stalemate.

Boeing, Maifei and Airbus.

As the two major aircraft manufacturers in the United States, Boeing and Maifei occupy almost half of the civil aviation passenger aircraft market, while the latter cooperates more with the US government to produce and develop fighter aircraft. Maifei has never been able to compete with Boeing on civil aviation passenger aircraft. It was not until the launch of Maifei F485 six years ago that this super long-distance wide-body passenger aircraft, which is a masterpiece, was born, that they had the strength to compete.

However, the aircraft that Maifei wanted to improve this time was not the F485, but the Maifei F475 developed nineteen years ago.

It was already ten o'clock when Zhuo Huan arrived at the company. As usual, he took a cup of coffee, took a few sips, and threw it into the trash can after entering the house. The destination was very clear, and it was the sofa behind Fucheng. The handsome and upright man walked through the office area and the conference room, walked towards the sofa, and paused when he was about to sit down.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the conference room.

The door to the conference room was open, and Mr. Roman sat inside it and raised his coffee cup at him.

Mr. Roman: "Hi, Reid."

Zhuo Huan turned around and asked Lina: "Why is your father here?"

Lina shrugged at him and said with a smile: "You will know when you go in."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and walked into the conference room.

Half an hour later, Mr. Roman pushed open the door and walked out first. After standing up from the chair, he buttoned all three buttons of the suit and looked at his daughter with a smile. Lina understood it and walked over and said helplessly: "Reid must have refused. Dad, I said it would be like this."

Mr. Roman said instead: "No, although he refuses now, I believe he will agree soon. I will go to Singapore to deal with some things first, and my plane will stay here. Baby, you will use it."

Mr. Roman left this sentence and left UAAG.

In just a few minutes, Zhuo Huan came out of the conference room. He frowned and looked very ugly. He walked straight into the smoking room. Through the glass door of the smoking room, everyone saw Mr. Zhuo taking out a cigarette box from his pocket with a stinky face and lit a cigarette. Soon, he lit a second one.

Fu Cheng looked at his back quietly. After a while, he looked back and asked Lina: "Will Teacher Zhuo really agree?"

Lina thought for a moment: "It is logical that doing final testing for aircraft manufacturers is not the daily work area of ​​UAAG. But since my father said that, I think there must be his solution."

Su Fei was very curious: "What method is to force and induce? Are you planning to give us a lot of money and kill us?"

Lina thought for a while and smiled and said, "Do you need to pay? I think, maybe you only need a phone call?"

When the beautiful blonde said this, he refused to say it again, leaving a mysterious smile. However, a minute later, everyone saw Zhuo Huan suddenly received a call in the smoking room. He looked at the name flashing on the screen of his mobile phone, and after a while, he answered the phone.

The phone call was not long. After hanging up, Mr. Zhuo finished smoking a third cigarette in the smoking room. He used great strength to crush the cigarette butts into the crystal ashtray. Zhuo Huan pushed open the door and walked out: "Prepare to set out for Los Angeles."

Lina: "I've been ready and can set off anytime." It seemed as if I knew he would agree.

Zhuo Huan: “…”

Oh.

That night, everyone boarded the private plane left by Mr. Roman and headed to Los Angeles.

After answering the phone call, Mr. Zhuo was in a bad mood and had no good expression all day. He held his arms and sat on the sofa at the end of the cabin, looking at the night sky outside the window with a cold face.

Lina had dinner with others and talked about who called the phone.

Lina: "In this world, I think Reid is afraid of two people in total. One is his tutor in college and Professor Stephen Connor, the winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics. The other is Mai Fei's chief designer, or Mr. Thor Reina, the former former chief designer of Mai Fei. Uncle Thor retired nine years ago and gave Reid the position of Mai Fei as chief designer, but after Reid resigned, he returned to Mai Fei. He is also Reid's teacher."

Old Joseph said: "Mr. Reid! When I first arrived at NTSB, I participated in a training class and was fortunate to visit the Maifei factory. I originally said that I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Reid, but unfortunately, he suddenly had something to do and had never come, so I never saw him." He sighed, "To be honest, I have only seen Reid, the chief aircraft designer in the years. You don't know, after the Rogue 318 air crash, Reid suddenly appeared in the investigation team as a representative of Maifei, which caused a sensation at that time."

He said seriously: "Although it is inhumane to say this, the fact is that it is well known that the air crash is a very serious matter. However, even the Tenerife crash, which has the largest number of people killed in history, will not let Boeing's chief designer come forward once - this is not his responsibilities, and it is not so important that he needs to express his opinion."

Su Fei scratched his head: "Is it so powerful..."

Old Joseph and Lina turned to see him together, and said in unison: "Yes!"

"When will I find someone to check my email when I have time to check my email address? Mai Fei sent some information." Zhuo Huan walked over with his hands in his pocket and looked unhappy. He sat beside Fucheng. Everyone looked at him one after another. Mr. Zhuo supported his chin with one hand, and his eyes were fiercely "Hmm?", and everyone immediately withdrew their gaze.

Lina immediately opened her laptop and found the email.

Lina: "It's part of the information of Mai Fei F475. I use the printer on the machine to type it out, and you guys can you take a look."

Soon, Lina printed five copies of the information and distributed it to everyone.

When he was assigned to Zhuo Huan, Mr. Zhuo took the information and turned it upside down on the table without looking at it. Then he said: "Maifei F475 was designed by Maifei chief designer Thor Reiner. In 1979, Maifei began to plan the F475, and the plan was officially implemented in 1983. By 2002, the first Maifei F475 was successful in Seattle. It was an ultra-long-range medium-sized passenger aircraft with a range of 7,000-15,000 kilometers, a cruise speed of 0.8 Mach, and the seat count is generally around 300, depending on the different models."

Fucheng: "I drove the Maifei F475 when I was at Donghua Airlines. Before 2010, the Maifei F475 was the most popular ultra-long-range mid-size passenger aircraft in the industry, but 10 years later, the Boeing 787 was launched and gradually seized its market."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at him: "Which one do you think is easy to play with?"

Fucheng was slightly stunned.

Zhuo Huan looked at him lightly: "Hmm?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng said: "It's different. Boeing's aircraft have always advocated mechanical power. Even now that the telex system dominated the entire market, they also emphasized the pilot's handling feel. When driving Boeing's aircraft, it felt like flying an aircraft. Mai Fei and Airbus' aircraft..." He looked at Zhuo Huan and his tone was calm: "It's smarter. The power of the computer system has reduced the pilot's control over the aircraft."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Have you driven Mai Fei's fighter plane?"

Fu Cheng was stunned, and he replied without changing his face: "Of course not."

Others didn't think there was anything wrong with Fucheng's answer.

China began to study its own fighter jets since the last century, and did not have to buy military resources from other countries many years ago. It is completely reasonable that he had never driven US fighter jets.

But Zhuo Huan elongated his tone meaningfully and laughed: "Oh? I really haven't turned it on?"

Fucheng: "..."

Everyone suddenly noticed something, as if they were about to understand that point, Zhuo Huan suddenly opened up the topic: "Mai Fei's fighter is different from its passenger plane. Mai Fei's fighter pays more attention to the pilot's personal operations."

Su Fei suddenly became interested: "RIP, have you ever removed it?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him lightly and sneered: "No."

The unexpected answer made everyone in the plane feel silent for a moment.

Lina smiled and broke the embarrassment: "Hey, weren't you talking about Mai Fei F475 just now? Reid, why did you suddenly get off topic? Keep talking."

In the cabin, everyone returned to the original topic.

Old Joseph looked through the information: "Actually, I've driven Mai Fei's fighter. Hey, why are you looking at me in surprise? After all, I'm retired from the Air Force? As Reid said, Mai Fei's fighter is completely different from its passenger plane. On civil aviation passenger planes, Boeing pays more attention to the mechanical control of the pilot, but when it comes to the fighter field, the two are completely reversed. Mai Fei's fighter is really cool. When it comes to driving it, it's like flying a steel weapon, full of cold blood! Ah, sorry, I'm off the topic. Let's talk about Mai Fei F475, or should we call it Mai Fei F475neo."

neo: Latest style.

Old Joseph looked at the text on the data: "Replace the latest shrinkage composite material, and in the case of seats, the wing data and materials are adjusted confidentially, so that the slope of the wing section lift curve increases by 5% per degree under the same external force environment... Oh God, how does this be done? What is its Plant-Grauer detachment coefficient?"

Fucheng: "Data is confidential, this should be the improvement of Maifei F475. In addition, the oil reserves of the two-wing fuel tanks have been increased, so the range distance of the aircraft has been increased."

Su Fei: "This Thor Reiner is really amazing. He has done such a great thing just two years after he has returned?"

Mr. Zhuo snorted coldly from his nose.

Fu Cheng's eyes stopped on the last few sheets of papers in the data: "When the plane was tested last month, the landing gear broke down and the tire exploded... It seems that this is why Mai Fei wanted to conduct the final test."

After a 20-hour voyage, everyone rested for one night and arrived in Los Angeles across the ocean.

Los Angeles is the largest city on the west coast of the United States, and Maifei's headquarters is located here. It has the famous Universal Studios, Beverly Hills, and Hollywood is also quietly hidden in this beautiful city.

Los Angeles has a Mediterranean climate. In late May, the weather is cooler, which is a little cooler than that in Shanghai.

As soon as he got off the plane, Fucheng felt a little cold and put on his jacket. At this time, Zhuo Huan walked past him. Uncle Zhuo was wearing a T-shirt and tied his jacket around his waist casually. He chewed chewing gum, put his hands in his pants pockets, and walked off the gangway of the plane.

Although it is a private jet, you must also register for customs when entering the country.

Zhuo Huan was the first to register, followed by Fucheng. Old Joseph and others were still queuing up to complete the entry procedures. After Fucheng finished the procedures, he looked up and saw Zhuo Huan leaning against the wall and looking at his cell phone.

He paused and walked up.

The youth's gentle voice rang: "Why should I ask that question?"

Zhuo Huan raised his head.

Fucheng looked at him calmly.

Have you ever driven a fighter jet from Mai Fei?

Of course it has been opened.

Which country has not privately studied military aircraft from other countries and asked ace pilots to fly test flights?

Without answering this question, Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Are you angry?"

His fingers tightened, and Fucheng turned around and was about to leave, but his wrist was pulled by someone.

In the VIP entry channel exclusive to the private jet, late at night, only five UAAG had to go through the procedures. A square pillar separated the two people and the old Joseph and the other two. The man pressed the young man's hand and pressed him against the wall.

Fucheng looked up at him.

The eyes are connected.

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and looked at the lips that were close at hand. He looked silently for a few seconds and slowly approached. His breathing gradually tangled together, and Fu Cheng also lowered his eyes and his lips opened slightly.

However, just as the kiss was about to come, a message was sent from the phone.

Zhuo Huan did not continue to kiss him. He glanced at his phone and his eyes suddenly widened. He felt very bad. He let go of his hand that was holding Fucheng's wrist and cursed: "Fuck!"

Fu Cheng moved his wrist that had been pinned just now and asked, "What's wrong."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Nothing."

Soon, old Joseph and the other two completed the procedures and came over.

As soon as Lina approached, she smiled and said, "Dad just sent me a message that he met Uncle Patrick in Singapore. While they were chatting, Dad told Uncle Patrick that you have returned to Los Angeles."

Zhuo Huan sneered and tickled.

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