The next morning, Fucheng had just finished washing up when the phone rang.

He took his phone, looked at the flickering name on the screen, and pressed the answer button. "Lina?"

On the other end of the phone, the blonde's gentle laughter came: "Good morning, Bonjour."

As Fucheng walked out of the bathroom, he asked, "I remember last week you posted a news on Twitter. Should you be on vacation in Hawaii now? Los Angeles are three hours ahead of Hawaii, where are you..." He looked up at the clock on the wall, "Five in the morning?"

Lina smiled softly: "You always care more about people, Fu. I just finished the call with Reid before calling you. He didn't know that I should be in Hawaii now, nor did he care about why I got up so early."

Hearing the name, Fucheng lowered his eyes slightly, and he opened the wardrobe and his voice was calm: "Call at 5 a.m. Lina, is there anything wrong?"

"I heard you made a deal worth $13 million yesterday."

"What?"

"That Pagani supercar," Lina smiled so brightly. "The whole West Coast knows that last night, a top-fit ​​Pagani was crashed in the underground parking lot of Waldorf, Los Angeles."

Fucheng: "I don't know it's worth $13 million."

Lina: "Don't worry, I've already boarded the plane and returned to Los Angeles. I've only been away for a month and such a big thing happened. But don't worry, I'm going to come back. Thank you for your hard work in the past. I know that he is a difficult person to get along with. By the way, today I have arranged a car to pick you up and Reid to Maifei Factory. It's still 10 o'clock in the morning, on the first floor of the hotel, you know."

Fucheng: "Thank you."

I changed my clothes and had some breakfast casually. At 9:50 in the morning, Fucheng went downstairs.

Lina will always be more punctual than punctual. She said it was ten o'clock, and the car must have been waiting downstairs at 9:30. Fucheng got in the car first. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the hotel doorman opened the car door, Zhuo Huan bent down and walked in. He raised his eyes and his eyes met Fucheng.

The eyes met, neither of them spoke.

The car started.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Mai Fei's factory. The two got out of the car together. Johnny had been waiting at the door. He smiled and took Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng to swipe the card into the laboratory. Zhuo Huan sneered at Mai Fei's never relaxed defense and did not hide his sneer. Johnny was extremely thick-skinned, as if he had not heard Zhuo Huan's ridicule.

He ran forward and used his work permit to open the access control.

The tall blonde middle-aged man ran to the glass door, bent down, and put the work permit hanging around his neck on his sensor mouth.

Fucheng looked at Johnny's back from a distance. Westerners seemed to sweat easily. In the hot June sun, they had just run in the sun for dozens of seconds. Johnny's back was wet with sweat and turned into a round sweat stain.

"How is the injury?"

The calm and casual male voice made Fu Cheng come to his senses. He turned to look at the man: "It's okay."

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and looked down at him: "Oh, haven't you twisted it?"

"Just touched it."

Soon, Johnny ran back: "Okay, Mr. Patrick, Mr. Fu, please come with me."

After entering the laboratory, everyone changed into white experimental clothes.

Fu Cheng went to do a test flight simulation and reproduced it. Almost every day, he would work with computer simulation experimenters to reproduce the specific data and flight status of each test flight. Zhuo Huan would work with Renner and others to conduct laboratory experiments on the newly improved landing gear again and again.

Only when the laboratory successfully achieves a simulated landing will it be the real real-life test flight.

At noon, Fucheng bought a sandwich casually in a Western restaurant set up in the factory. He sat by the window, looking at his phone, and tearing open the plastic bag of the sandwich. He lowered his head and took a bite. He paused slightly, looked at the sandwich in his hand for a few seconds, and then continued to eat.

At this time, Su Fei sent a message.

A familiar scene, another six points.

Fucheng calmly replied to him: [What's the matter?]

[Su Fei: I really can't hold it in!]

[Su Fei: Brother Fu, I want to tell you a big secret, you must be mentally prepared!]

【Fucheng: Hum?】

[Su Fei: Actually... I didn't have a holiday! Do you think I left Los Angeles and didn't work every day to play? Not!]

[Su Fei: No matter what, RIP doesn't let me say it, but I can't hold it in. Actually, I have been colluding with RIP privately, and we want to get Mai Fei's design secret! I used RIP last month to contact Tsina Diyi's laboratory and secretly do experiments for RIP! I told you, Tsina Diyi accused me of having a problem. He actually changed his email address and changed a computer! But he looked like a computer novices. What's the use of changing a computer? He was still using the website of the University of Tokyo, and I found him in an instant.]

[Su Fei: Oh, by the way, don't tell RIP. He said that this was giving me a secret mission. I worked quietly like a spy every day. But I was so suffocated that I had been suffocated for a month, and he told me not to tell anyone!]

His hand holding the sandwich froze in the air. Fu Cheng looked at the flickering words on the screen of his phone and looked at it silently.

【Su Fei: Brother Fu?】

【Su Fei: Fucheng?】

[Fucheng: What Teacher Zhuo told you this? Tell you not to tell others?]

【Su Fei: Yes.】

[Fucheng: I think he may have said the same thing as many others.]

【Su Fei:???】

Fucheng built a group and pulled Old Joseph into the group. Old Joseph sent a question mark emoji expression, Fucheng said straight to the point: [Old Joseph, Su Fei just said that he has not actually taken a vacation for more than a month. He has been quietly helping Teacher Zhuo do experiments. Teacher Zhuo asked him to keep it secret and could not tell it out.]

[Old Joseph: Hahaha, sure enough, Reid arranged more than one job for me. He asked me to ask him for some landing gear information last month. I also sent him an email the day before yesterday, a paper about the oil and gas buffer pillar. He also asked me to keep it confidential, but he said at the time that the fewer people know, the more difficult it is to find Mai Feiji. So at that time I realized that he was leaking, and he might not just find me alone in private.]

【Su Fei:…】

[Su Fei: Damn, why is RIP like this? I thought I was doing such an amazing spy mission, and everyone is playing infernal Affairs?]

[Old Joseph: I think this is very consistent with Reid's style of conduct.]

【Su Fei: What?】

[Old Joseph: proud and arrogant, likes to do things alone, does not like teamwork... In short, low emotional intelligence.]

[Su Fei: If you scold RIP, add me!]

In the group, Su Fei began to curse Zhuo Huan for two-faced times, but even lied to him. He decided not to care about Zhuo Huan anymore and would not be able to help. Old Joseph seemed to persuade him, but in fact he was fanning the flames and watching the fun was not a big deal. Just looking at the words on the screen, you can imagine that Old Joseph behind the phone must be laughing back and forth.

[Fucheng: Maifei's laboratory seems to have made progress this morning.]

Su Fei and Old Joseph asked together: [What?]

Fucheng thought about it and recalled the conversation between Zhuo Huan and Mr. Reina that he heard. He put the cold sandwich aside and started typing: [The landing gear used by Mai Fei F475 is the most popular design now. Because Mai Fei has never revealed what improvements they have made on the wings, our consultation and help is actually dark, not asking about the reasons, but only asking for results.]

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo guessed Mai Fei's improvement direction last month, but still don't know how they did it.]

[Su Fei: Yes, I am in Tokyo now, following Tsuna Diyi and others to do experiments, just want to know how to break through this difficulty.]

[Fucheng: No matter the reason, the solution to this problem is to start with the oil and gas buffer pillar…]

At the same time, in the laboratory, Mai Fei's laborators entered data on the computer to establish an industrial model.

Zhuo Huan: "As soon as the rear tire touches the ground, according to conventional rules, the impact force of the Maifei F475 should not be greater than that of the F485. But in reality, this is not the case. The four test flight data obtained so far is that the instantaneous impact force is greater than that of the F485, but as long as it can maintain stability within 0.34 seconds, the tire pressure will drop sharply, which is lower than the ordinary F475 pressure. So what to do is to create a large enough buffer space."

Reiner looked at him: "So, double throttle holes, two cushions?"

Zhuo Huan heard the suspicion between his words: "Why not."

Reiner: "Then why not just make the diameter of the throttle bigger?"

Zhuo Huan looked at the serious and old-fashioned face of the white-haired old man and smiled: "Trade Secret."

Reiner was stunned.

Zhuo Huan said without caring: "Tell me your improvement, I will tell you what purpose it is, how to calculate the appropriate double-layer throttle number... Wow, it is a very reasonable exchange."

Looking at Zhuo Huan's proud and conceited look, Reina was stunned for a moment, and soon he sneered: "Have you calculated the laboratory results?"

Zhuo Huan stopped smiling.

Mr. Reiner learned his arrogant look, or he didn't need to learn at all. He was more arrogant than his students: "Wow, Reid, you are not the only genius in the world. You really want to know what improvements have made in neo to achieve such an amazing low energy loss."

Zhuo Huan looked at him coldly.

Reiner laughed sarcastically and said, "I can solve your problem, but you will never solve this problem."

Zhuo Huan smiled slowly. He turned around and left Mai Fei's laboratory. As soon as he walked out of the laboratory, the next moment, he took out his cell phone, called Lina, and said angrily: "I'm leaving Los Angeles! Fuck, book me a plane ticket back to China!"

Lina just landed at Los Angeles International Airport. Listening to the angry voice of her friend on the phone, she smiled gently: "My friend, what happened? Your anger is about to explode my phone. Why, Mai Fei's request for help has been completed? To be honest, Mai Fei gave a high consultation fee this time, and they only paid half of the deposit." After a pause, she added: "Sorry, I just remembered that you just crashed and destroyed a 13 million Pagani last night. Well, in your opinion, Mai Fei didn't give much money. Their consultation fee was only six million US dollars."

Zhuo Huan: “…”

He hung up the phone directly, Zhuo Huan was in a bad mood.

The quarrel with Thor Reiner actually happened every day after Zhuo Huan entered Mai Fei.

He graduated from university at the age of sixteen and obtained his doctorate degree. After he was introduced by his teacher, he entered Mai Fei. At that time, he met Thor Reiner.

Thor Reiner is a legend in the American aviation industry. He has won the von Carmen Award three times, and the president personally awarded him a national security medal. It is said that the most things in Thor Reiner's home are not furniture, but medals.

Daniel Guggenheim Medal, Berner Balken Prize…

Zhuo Huan knew that these were not "speakable". The old man had a special room, which only placed various medals, trophies, and medals he had won. And the reason he knew was that the old man took him in person to visit. The old man picked up the medal of the Von Carmen Award like a stone and asked him arrogantly: "Reid, do you have this? Oh, you seem to have just been nominated, and you haven't. Then take a look at it, I have three of this one."

...Shit!

Nine years ago, Thor Reiner suddenly stopped being Mai Fei's chief designer. In fact, he retired voluntarily. It was not forced or because he was older. Only one day he suddenly looked at Zhuo Huan and said to him: "I'll leave it to you." Then the next day, he submitted his resignation and handed over the position of Mai Fei's chief designer.

Thor Reiner's decision was too sudden and everyone could not accept it.

Zhuo Huan was not surprised. He sneered in the laboratory and asked back: "Because on F485, your design is not as good as mine."

Then, the old man who had been conceited all his life did not refute his words for the first time, but looked at him deeply and said to him: "Yes, I can't compare to you."

Looking back on this scene, Zhuo Huan regrets every time, why didn’t he shoot a video at that time and recorded it and enjoy it every day. Now, this old man has become the annoying look again.

It's really annoying.

Zhuo Huan took out the cigarette box from his pocket and wanted to go to the smoking room. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Under the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the thin and handsome young man lowered his head slightly. The warm sunlight shone behind him, reflected on the marble tiles, with a cold color. He sat there quietly and softly, holding his cell phone in one hand and a sandwich in the other, eating slowly.

Each time, just a small mouthful, then chew it mechanically seven times, then swallow it.

Zhuo Huan's eyes fell on the thin lips, and then slowly fell.

He seemed to have become the food that was eaten by Fucheng. He was crushed with his teeth and licked with his tongue. Then, he entered the esophagus and was squeezed warmly by him. The raised Adam's apple rolled around his slender neck, and finally... he was bitten into his body by this man.

He opened the cigarette box and took out a cigarette. He bit the cigarette mouth and did not light it. Zhuo Huan leaned against the door and just watched the young man eating the sandwich bite by bit.

Zhuo Huan licked his dry lips and reacted very honestly, but his irritable brain calmed down.

Under the floor-to-ceiling window, Fucheng was still typing in the group and giving Su Fei a speech, and Old Joseph said the current research progress.
To be continued...