It was already early in the morning when I got into the car arranged by Mai Fei.

UAAG did not go to Maifei factory as soon as possible, but went to the hotel first.

In the car, even Su Fei could see that Mr. Zhuo seemed to be in a bad mood. In fact, Zhuo Huan didn't look like he was in a good mood every day, but his face was particularly bad today, especially after Lina finished saying that.

Su Fei asked carefully: "Lina, is RIP not having a good relationship with his family?"

At first, Zhuo Huan was very reluctant to come to Los Angeles. If Mr. Reiner, chief designer of Mai Fei, hadn't called him personally, there was no doubt that he would never have come this trip. Now the news of his arrival in Los Angeles was known by his family, and this was the reaction again.

Fucheng quietly glanced at the man beside him.

Zhuo Huan hugged his arms, raised his head back, leaning against the back seat of the car and rested. Su Fei's voice was extremely low, but the car was so loud that it must have fallen into the man's ears. However, he seemed to have never heard of it and did not express any opinions.

Lina glanced at Zhuo Huan and replied with a smile: "What do you think?"

Su Fei was confused.

After getting off the car, Old Joseph patted the punk boy's head speechlessly and said, "Have your brain contributed to IQ? Dear Fly, think about it with your brain. Since Reid's home is Los Angeles, he will go to the hotel with us now, instead of going home directly... Do you think this family relationship can be good?"

Su Fei: "..."

"Does Teacher Zhuo have a bad relationship with his father?" Fu Cheng said.

Uncle Zhuo had already put his hands in his pockets, and took a big step, entering the hotel gate, without any intention of saying a word to his companion.

Su Fei and Old Joseph were also very curious about Fucheng's question and looked at Lina.

Lina frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "It shouldn't be bad. Uncle Patrick is a very interesting person and never gets angry. At least I have never seen him angry since I was a child. He... well... If you see him one day, I will understand that he is a real gentleman, in all senses."

A 20-hour plane spans sixteen time zones.

After a day off in the hotel and the jet lag fell, on the morning of the third day, Maifei sent a car to the hotel entrance and picked everyone up to Maifei factory in Burbank.

The reception was a middle-aged man in a suit and smiling face. The straight light-colored suit was neatly and clean, and his blonde hair was smeared back with hair spray, but his hair was very sparse. He was waiting for everyone at the first entrance to control. When he saw Zhuo Huan, he bent down and smiled, "Mr. Patrick."

Then, he introduced himself: "Dear UAAG colleagues, good morning, I am Johnny Berkeley from Maifei's Public Relations Department. Next, I will take everyone into the factory." After he finished speaking, he took out his work permit and opened the first access control.

Everyone took the bus to go forward, passed three door cards, and finally arrived at a tall and spacious red-brown ceiling factory.

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "In E3?"

Johnny nodded and said enthusiastically: "Yes, Mai Fei's F475neo's renovation plan is mostly renovated in the E3 factory."

For Zhuo Huan, this place is simply a matter of knowledge.

Most of Maifei's civil aviation aircraft are designed and studied here.

A design team of thousands of people studied an aircraft in Burbank. They spent more than ten or twenty years designing it. Finally, the first test aircraft was built here. After hundreds of successful flights, they would be put into Maifei's aircraft manufacturing factory in the southern United States for large-scale mass production.

The Maifei Berkeley factory is the cradle of the birth of all Maifei aircraft.

After entering the factory, you can see a tall Mai Fei F475.

Zhuo Huan previously said that the F475 is a medium passenger plane, which is compared with the F485 and the Boeing 777. In fact, it is also a giant aircraft with a minimum passenger capacity of more than 200 people.

Designers and workers wearing white experimental suits surrounded the plane, constantly collecting data and analyzing it on the computer. When they saw Zhuo Huan and his group, they stopped and looked at each other. However, facing the former chief designer Mai Fei, they did not have any more words or reactions and continued to return to their jobs.

Everything is in order and runs at the highest efficiency.

Fucheng glanced at Zhuo Huan and saw that he had his hands in his pockets, his expression calm and expressionless.

There is no excitement, no nostalgia, and some are just a nearly ruthless and cold peace.

Old Joseph: "We saw the information on the plane before, saying that the first test flight, the landing gear of the F475neo was scrapped and the tires exploded directly. Is this the neo?" His eyes fell, "its tires seemed to be intact."

Johnny smiled and said, "Because we have replaced the tires, the scrapped landing gear is currently in the laboratory, please come with me."

I took the elevator to the third floor and arrived at the laboratory.

Through the wide tempered glass, I saw two designers wearing laboratory uniforms scanning and testing a huge, explosive tire in detail; in the other two laboratories, there were buffer pillars that were completely distorted by huge impact forces.

Joseph Older: "Is there only these two tires and oil and gas cushioning pillars?"

Johnny smiled at him: "Yes, there are only these two. The landing gear retracting and redirecting system has been confirmed, and there is no problem."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "What is the deformation amount and process efficiency of the tire."

"How could he know this kind of problem?" A solemn and vicissitudes of male voice rang out, and everyone turned to look. At the door of the laboratory, a white-haired old man wearing a white laboratory suit and goggles strode in. His eyes stayed on Zhuo Huan for a second, and then turned to look at the air tire behind the glass: "The deformation is 31.65%.

Johnny Berkeley stood up straight in an instant, bent down, and said respectfully: "Mr. Reiner."

In addition to the five UAAG people, all the experimenters in the laboratory also put down their work and bowed to him: "Mr. Reiner."

When Thor Reiner entered the laboratory, Fucheng's eyes kept staring at Zhuo Huan.

He clearly saw that Zhuo Huan's body stiffened for a moment.

It seemed that he was unconsciously pulling his hands out of his pocket, and his expression was no longer so contemptuous. Zhuo Huan said "Oh" and asked again: "Using the new shrinkage composite material greatly reduces the energy loss of lift and reduces the total weight of the aircraft... Finally, it exploded when landing. How did Wow do it?"

Before coming to Los Angeles, everyone in UAAG was suspicious of this problem.

When flying, the most dangerous thing is always taking off and landing.

According to NTSB data reports, 32% of the plane crash fatal accidents occurred during the takeoff phase; 44% occurred during the landing phase.

The moment a dozen tons of aircraft landed from high altitude, although it had slowed down as much airspeed as possible, the terrible weight and speed still created a god of death holding a sickle standing on the runway waiting to harvest life.

With a weight of dozens of tons and a speed of 140 knots, which is a speed of 260km/h, the aircraft's landing gear is the top priority for the aircraft to land safely.

First of all, the tires.

The tires of the aircraft are all aviation radial tires, which have extremely high resistance to compression, heat, friction, etc.

Then there is the buffer pillar.

No matter how powerful the tire is, it is impossible to support a giant with dozens of tons to hit the ground at high speed. What really plays a key role is the buffer pillar above the landing gear.

At present, the buffer pillars used by most civil aviation passenger aircraft are oil and gas buffer pillars. They are composed of cylinders, throttling orifices, oil, etc.

Zhuo Huan: "With the lighter weight, the impact force of the aircraft landing on the landing gear becomes smaller without increasing speed. That is to say, the load required for the landing gear becomes smaller. Then in this case... the buffer pillar was knocked into scrap iron and the tires burst?"

Thor Reiner looked at his student, and after a long time, he snorted coldly: "I haven't seen you for two years, and your rude look hasn't changed at all!"

Zhuo Huan said casually: "I'm just asking you a question, and it's the simplest question that any freshman can ask whenever he gets from the aviation major. You don't even need to find a professional, maybe a normal person with no problem with his brain, and you will think that the landing gear is scrapped very unreasonable."

Reiner: "It has to do with its wing transformation."

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment: "Confidential information?"

Reiner: "Keep confidential."

Zhuo Huan: "Can't you say it?"

Mr. Reiner looked straight at his former proud disciple with a sharp and ruthless look, and asked back with a sneer: "Are you Mai Fei's designer?"

Zhuo Huan shut up. The first time he was ridiculed, not by him mocking others.

There was a long silence in the laboratory.

Until a gentle voice broke the silence: "So, Mr. Reiner, what do you want us to do?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at him.

Fucheng stood beside Zhuo Huan, among the UAAG people, asked the serious and old-fashioned top designer: "UAAG is an air crash investigation organization. Our work scope is to find out the cause of the air crash. Now you have already said that the cause of this "air crash" is the wing design problem of the new aircraft. In addition, you keep all the data confidential and cannot be disclosed, so we cannot provide effective support and improvement based on the data."

Mr. Reiner narrowed his eyes and looked at the handsome young man.

After a long time, he smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said coldly: "I will give the landing gear and tire data I need. That is to say, give a goal, hoping to improve the landing gear with such pressure resistance. What I want is an excellent aircraft designer. As for other investigations, it has nothing to do with me."

Su Fei and Old Joseph were both stunned, and Lina also frowned. However, she knew that the chief designer had such a personality. You can't even say that he was weird and arrogant. Because the status and wealth he had were far beyond most of the people present.

Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan.

Thor Reiner's words are already very obvious. The only one who Mai Fei really wants to invite this time is Zhuo Huan.

They encountered difficulties, and they could not solve them with just one or two geniuses and thousands of excellent designers. They needed another genius. Inviting UAAG was just a cover, and their real goal was Zhuo Huan. From beginning to end, there was nothing UAAG in his eyes, only Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan looked up at his former teacher.

After a long time, he inserted his hand into his pocket and said lightly: "Well, everyone in UAAG takes paid leave. But during this period, all their expenses will be borne by Mai Fei."

Johnny: "Of course."

Su Fei suddenly felt very annoyed. He couldn't tell what kind of feelings this was, but he was very uncomfortable and angry.

Old Joseph laughed and broke the awkward atmosphere: "If I buy a house, will Mai Fei be reimbursed?"

McFei public relations officer Johnny smiled and said, "A house in Beverly Hills is probably not good, but an ordinary house may be fine. And other than that, any reasonable request is OK."

Lina smiled helplessly and said, "However, Hua Maifei's money seems to be spending my money."

Reiner and Johnny seemed to have expected such an ending.

Zhuo Huanhui agreed.

However, the next moment, Zhuo Huan turned around and asked Fucheng: "Do you have chewing gum?"

Fu Cheng was stunned, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and handed it over. Zhuo Huan opened the packaging bag, put it in his mouth, and started chewing it.

Mr. Reiner showed dissatisfaction with the rude behavior of his student, but Zhuo Huan seemed to not feel that something was wrong with him.

"They are all very outstanding talents." Zhuo Huan said casually while chewing gum, "No Mai Fei's data analyst is more proficient in computers than him. You can't solve the black box of JAL 917, he solved it." He pointed to Su Fei who was sulking silently with his chin.

Su Fei was still angry and didn't react at once: "What?"
To be continued...