COMAC, namely Huaguo Commercial Aircraft Co., Ltd.

Since aircraft became a common mode of transportation for Volkswagen, the two major aircraft manufacturers in the United States, Boeing and Maifei, occupied the market and almost monopolized the manufacturing market of all civil aviation aircraft in the world. By the 1970s, four European countries jointly established Airbus and developed civil aviation aircraft on their own, hoping to share the same color as American aircraft manufacturers. In addition, several small aircraft manufacturers such as McDonnell and Embraer accounted for a very small market share.

China was much slower than the West in aircraft manufacturing, and it was not until the beginning of this century that COMAC was established.

China wants to build its own aircraft, and it has been quite effective over the past decade, but most domestic airlines still use Boeing, Maifei and Airbus aircraft. Firstly, the aircraft manufactured by the latter is high-quality and affordable, while the secondly, COMAC has just been established for just thirteen years, and it is indeed inferior to the West in terms of aircraft manufacturing level.

When Fucheng and Zhuo Huan arrived at the COMAC T1 factory, the staff were already waiting at the door.

Unlike when entering Maifei factory, you have to change a car to enter when you reach the door. The two of them drove into the factory directly under the leadership of COMAC staff.

On the flat and vast plains, large factories stand in the sun. The exterior is covered with high walls with white paint. Only a huge blue and green COMAC logo is printed on the top corner of each factory.

First, we visited the factory to visit the specific manufacturing process, and then led by the staff, the two came to the laboratory.

In the laboratory, technicians wearing white laboratory suits kept communicating with their peers and discussing data with each other. Various parts on the aircraft were disassembled in the laboratory in different categories.

The aircraft is a huge whole, but if you want to design it well, you have to take into account every detail.

From the millimeter thickness of the outer surface of the fuselage to the operation and calculation of the telex system.

Fucheng's eyes slid over these parts one by one. Unlike Mai Fei's cold and assembly line-based experimental manufacturing, the designers discussed more in COMAC's laboratory. However, their movements were much slower than Mai Fei. Almost visible to the naked eye, these people are excellent talents in aircraft manufacturing, but their experience is far less than that of the other side of the ocean, an old aircraft manufacturer with a history of decades.

Walking through two laboratories, a middle-aged man in a suit came towards him. He stretched out his hand and showed his identity: "I am Wu Hui, the head of COMAC S1 Laboratory. I am mainly responsible for the cr939 project. Hello, Mr. Zhuo." Then he turned to look at Fucheng, "Major Fu."

Zhuo Huan also stretched out his hand and the two shook.

Zhuo Huan went straight to the topic: "Where is the current progress?"

Chief Designer Wu: "Cr939 is developed by us based on the experience of joint design by cr929 and Russians. The current progress has completed the construction of the main telex system of the aircraft, but there are still some things worth discussing in the wing shape." After a pause, he looked at Zhuo Huan and said, "About what you mentioned before, the distribution of eddy currents and chord lines..."

Yes, this morning, Fucheng suddenly received a call from a former old leader in the army, asking him to assist Zhuo Huan in COMAC factory and help COMAC design and manufacture cr939 large wide-body commercial aircraft.

Every aircraft, from the time it is ready to design, is not just the aircraft designer's business.

It requires an excellent chief designer, leading hundreds of designers through thousands of days and nights to design. At the same time, the test pilot is the one who grows with it, witnesses and inspects, and performs every mission of it.

The test pilots will join the team on the day the aircraft starts designing. On the basis of understanding the aircraft, they cooperate with the work of the aircraft designers. The two sides work together to build the aircraft.

Zhuo Huan first listened to Chief Designer Wu’s introduction to the current progress. As the other party’s introduction said, his brows became tighter and tighter. When Chief Designer Wu said a certain part, he directly interrupted: “Take me to the laboratory.”

"Now?"

"Um."

"Well, okay, please come with me."

The staff used the door card to open the access control. Zhuo Huan followed the other party and strode out of the laboratory. When he was about to walk out, he seemed to remember something, turned around and said to Fucheng: "You should know the people in the test flight team. You and I are more familiar with you and have more tacit cooperation, so the test flight mission of the new wing is handed over to you."

Fu Cheng was slightly stunned. He looked at Zhuo Huan and nodded: "Yes."

So the two men divided into two groups, one went to the wing laboratory and the other, led by the staff, went to the factory where the test pilot was located.

When seeing the two young test pilots, Fucheng finally understood why Zhuo Huan said that he knew each other.

China attaches great importance to COMAC cr939 aircraft and specially calls excellent air force pilots from the army to be test pilots. One of them is Zhuo Huan's junior brother, Du Sen.

When the young pilot with a shaved head saw Fucheng, he was stunned for a while, and then ran over in surprise: "Major Fu? Senior Brother?!"

When the other person heard this, he hurried over: "Are you Major Fucheng Fu?"

Fucheng nodded.

Du Sen smiled and said happily: "I have heard from the squad leader that my senior brother might be transferred to help for a while. I didn't expect to see me." Before Fu Cheng could speak, the honest and honest young man scratched his head and suddenly thought: "Hey, do you know who I am? I am Du Sen! I am also a student of Team Qi. You graduated from the training camp for two years before I entered, but I always hear Team Qi talk about you."

Fucheng smiled and said, "I know, you are very outstanding. When I was in the army, I often heard about your name. You broke many records in the training camp."

Dusen: "You are not as broken as you are, Senior Brother."

Another pilot: "That, Dusen, please let your senior brother sign us a name?"

As soon as these words came to the ground, two young men in their early twenties looked at Fucheng in unison. There was no unnecessary color in their hot and simple eyes. For example, the cleanest and clear eyes of animal cubs only had respect and strong admiration.

Dusen: "Senior brother, okay..."

Fucheng smiled: "Okay!"

Fucheng signed the two young pilots, and they folded the paper in their arms and put it in their military pockets.

Knowing the purpose of Fucheng's trip, Dusen enthusiastically introduced him to the test flights several times before.

"Lao Zhou and I joined the cr939 project at the beginning of last year. Lao Zhou has been following the progress. Sometimes I will be transferred back to the army to carry out some other tasks..."

Fucheng nodded while listening.

Commercial aircraft are different from fighter jets. The former pays more attention to economical and how to reduce costs. The latter relies more on pilots, so during the design process, the pilot's test flight requirements are also higher.

In just one hour, Fucheng learned about the test flight status of the plane in the past two years and the current design progress.

Lao Zhou: "I just finished a test flight last week. According to the rules, I think I have to wait for at least one month next time."

Fu Cheng looked up at the simulator standing in the center of the factory. He looked firm and said, "No."

"Um?"

"At most a week, he will definitely give a new design plan."

The two test pilots looked at each other and confirmed that their companions were confused and did not ask more questions.

After the exchange of work, Dusen couldn't help asking: "Senior Brother, why did you suddenly retire?"

Fu Cheng looked at him, and he thought about it, but did not answer directly, but asked back: "What is the version you heard of?"

Before Dusen could speak, Lao Zhou said, "I know this. The version I heard is that, senior brother, something happened at home. If your family members don't agree to continue to be an Air Force pilot, you will be discharged from the army."

Dusen: "Hey, why are you calling me senior brother too?"

Lao Zhou: "Hehe, they are all Chinese Air Force pilots, what's wrong with calling me senior brother?"

Fucheng: "Absolutely."

Both young pilots looked at him curiously.

Fucheng looked at Dusen: "What do you think?"

Dusen thought for a while and asked, "Is it related to Team Qi?"

Fucheng looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and nodded with a smile: "Well, it's a bit of a relationship."

***

When I came out of the laboratory, there were already stars everywhere.

On the desolate plain, the dark dome is facing upside down on the earth, and stars are twinkling among them. Looking to the west, the edge of the sky is still a warm red orange color, which is the night color reflected by city lights and the direction of Shencheng District. COMAC factory is located on the East Sea, which is rare. In such a strong night, you can still see the stars that are not stained by modern civilization.

Zhuo Huan walked to the car, but after a while, Fucheng also walked out of the factory.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and opened the car lock.

No one spoke, and the two got into the car.

Putting the key into the car hole, Zhuo Huan first opened the window to ventilate, dispelling the heat that was baked by the scorching sun all day long. The cool evening breeze blew on the two of them. When the heat was almost dissipated, Zhuo Huan closed the window, turned on the air conditioner, and stepped on the accelerator. With the roar of the engine, the huge inertia caused Fu Cheng to tilt backwards, his back tightly against the back of the chair, and it took a few seconds to stabilize.

After leaving COMAC factory, Zhuo Huan reached out and turned on the car audio.

In the melodious and gentle English female voice, Zhuo Huan asked lightly: "It took so long for the work handover of the test pilot to hand over?"

As if he realized what this person would say next, Fucheng lowered his eyes and after a long time he answered him: "The handover was completed two hours ago."

"oh."

It was a long silence again.

Three minutes later.

Zhuo Huan: "Is it difficult?"

Fucheng: "It's not difficult."

Zhuo Huan: "Then why are you waiting for me for two hours?"

Fucheng: "This place is quite far from Shencheng District."

Zhuo Huan pressed the steering wheel with one hand. He raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror. Through the light reflected by the headlights, he looked at Fucheng's blurry eyebrows. His slender and handsome eyes were slightly drooping, and his eyelashes were extremely long, so he fell under his eyes, with a faint darkness. The young man looked calm and answered him in a calm tone: "It's not convenient to take a taxi so far."

The fingers holding the steering wheel tightened. After a few seconds, Zhuo Huan smiled: "Tsk, do you want to give me a taxi fare?"

Fucheng looked up at him.

After a minute, the phone rang and Zhuo Huan looked down.

"…Fuck! Are you fucking sick?"

Fucheng replied to him indifferently: "You said, taxi fare."

Zhuo Huan was extremely upset. He opened the car window and reached into his pocket to take out the cigarette box. However, when he looked up, he saw that the young man sitting in the passenger seat in the rearview mirror turned his head to look out the window. He also opened the window, as if he knew that the person next to him was about to smoke, so he opened the window to ventilate.

After watching quietly for two seconds, Zhuo Huan closed the car window and put the cigarette box he had just taken back into his pocket. He took off a piece of chewing gum and started chewing.

After a two-hour drive, after returning to Shencheng District, I took Fucheng home first, and Zhuo Huan drove back.

The next morning, Mr. Zhuo opened his eyes rarely before eight o'clock. He walked into the bathroom with a tired face and washed up. When he finally woke up, he remembered to take his cell phone and take a look. Then he saw the message sent by Fu Cheng.

[Fucheng: I have already taken a taxi to COMAC. I was familiar with the terrain yesterday. Teacher Zhuo, I don’t have to borrow your car today.]
To be continued...