Zhuo Huan: "It has nothing to do with you. The probability of this failure happening is too low. It happened three times in total from the first flight of Mai Fei F485 in 2016 to the update of the telex system in early 2019." He thought for a moment and made a decision: "Conduct laboratory simulation experiments."

The top supercomputer was connected to Maifei Laboratory, providing it with the calculation and conversion of meteorological data from the cloud. At the same time, dozens of Maifei Labor labs were busy day and night, inputting data again and again, waiting for the results.

Then, nothing was found.

Just like that, another month passed.

On September 7, 2022, Maifei Laboratory conducted the 1197th experiment, but it still ended in failure.

Fucheng and Captain Nie had a phone call and determined that no matter what the investigation results were, they would officially return to the army next year. As soon as he turned around, he saw Old Joseph standing by the window, leaning against the window railing, waved to him, and said with a smile: "You are going back to be an air force pilot, Fu?"

Fucheng was stunned: "Well. Go back to the Air Force first, wait for the resumption of training for a while before returning to the aircraft carrier."

Old Joseph sighed: "It's great to be young. After this end, will Reid also leave UAag and go to COMAC in your China?"

Fucheng did not hide it: "Yes."

Old Joseph was full of envy: "It's so good."

"Old Joseph."

"By the way, Fu, Reid seemed to be looking for you just now."

Fu Cheng was stunned: "He is looking for me?"

Old Joseph: "Yes, it's right there in Maifei e1 warehouse."

Fucheng: "Okay, thank you, I'll go and have a look."

Halfway through, Old Joseph's voice came from behind him: "Fu."

Fucheng turned around.

Old Joseph leaned against the window and waved his hand with a smile: "You are still young, the past has passed, and the future is a broader place."

Looking at Old Joseph seriously, Fucheng nodded slightly and smiled and said, "Okay."

The sun sets in the west and the moon rises in the sky.

Fucheng left the Maifei Laboratory building and walked towards the Maifei e1 warehouse located in the southwest corner.

When I first came to this place a year ago, Fucheng saw rows of warehouses. But at that time, he didn't go in, but just looked from a distance.

When he arrived at the door of the warehouse, Fucheng searched everywhere but found no one. He took out his cell phone and called Zhuo Huan's phone. A low vibrating sound of cell phone sounded from the warehouse.

Fucheng was slightly stunned.

Zhuo Huan didn't answer the phone.

He looked at the small door slightly hidden beside him, walked over and pushed it open.

In the dim and quiet warehouse, only the small windows on both sides emit faint light, which can barely provide a little view.

Fucheng had excellent eyesight, but he suddenly entered such a dim environment and could not adapt. He squinted his eyes for a long time before he gradually saw things clearly.

I saw that there were black and deep behemoths parked in this spacious warehouse.

He knows it.

I know every plane.

There are US military C18a "Poseidon" transport aircraft and V-81 "Hawk Falcon" anti-submarine patrol aircraft.

There is the most classic f435 passenger plane of Maifei, and the Maifei f485, which is known as the masterpiece.

Every aircraft designed and produced by Mai Fei is parked here quietly. Like a sleeping beast, the coldness of machinery and the fragrance of fuel are roughly integrated and integrated, and the strength and cold blood of the steel will of the era of industrialization are permeated in the air.

Fucheng stood in the middle of the plane, and he was as small as a grain of sand and dust.

But the dust quietly dissipated with the wind, and instead raised his head stubbornly, looking at the man standing under the Maifei F485 passenger plane, raising his head and looking up.

The moonlight penetrated the window ridge and shot right at his feet, reflecting the bright and clear colors.

The man put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly, and looked at the cold and beautiful plane.

Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fucheng.

The eyes are connected.

He stretched out his hand.

Fucheng walked up and held his.

Zhuo Huan's voice was very quiet, and he said gently: "Have you ever opened it?"

Fucheng: "The simulator has been turned on."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Is there a real opportunity?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "Last year, did that test flight count?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, how do you think it is."

Fucheng told the truth: "God works."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "It is a masterpiece, what about the person who designed it."

Fucheng said seriously: "Mr. Reiner is indeed a genius."

Zhuo Huan: "Hmm?"

Fucheng looked at him: "Hmm?"

Zhuo Huan: "Ha? It's gone?"

Fucheng: "What else? Oh, you are also a genius."

“…it’s also worth it?!”

The man stared straight, his face full of disdain.

Fucheng couldn't help laughing, and he leaned on Zhuo Huan's shoulder: "Do you want to give me a birthday gift?"

He is not stupid. After so many days, Zhuo Huan would not suddenly call him here for no reason.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt meaningless: "Are you stupid?"

Fucheng: "What gift?"

Zhuo Huan: "Guess?"

"Don't guess."

"Guess."

"Don't guess."

Zhuo Huan raised his chin, stared at him with a cold face, and said word by word: "Can you guess?"

Fucheng: "..."

This person is so naive.

Fucheng: "Watch?" Looking at Zhuo Huan's face, he continued, "It seems not. Tie, cufflink?" Fucheng suddenly thought: "You won't give me a plane, right?"

Zhuo Huan: “…”

"You want a plane?"

“…I’ll just talk.”

"Oh, let's talk about it next year."

“…”

Zhuo Huan: "Guess again."

Fucheng was completely impressed by the wealth of the capitalists, and said helplessly: "I can't guess."

Zhuo Huan: "There's a result."

Fucheng suddenly didn't react: "What's the result?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him with a hint of undetectable arc curl in the corner of his mouth. His voice was lazy, but with a hint of unconcealed pleasure: "Are you stupid? What else can you do? Roger 318, the 1199th experiment in the laboratory, the results were obtained."

The breathing became rapid in an instant, as if a second had passed, and a year seemed to have passed.

Fucheng held his breath and asked, "...what is the result?"

Zhuo Huan: “…”

"How the hell did I fall in love with a fool... Uh..."

The young man's passionate and intimate kiss sealed all the man's voices. Fucheng raised his head slightly, wrapped himself around the man's shoulders, opened his lips and tongue, and the next moment, the man's tongue came in and kissed him frantically. The ambiguous sound of saliva formed an echo in the spacious warehouse, and gasping and breathing merged together.

Fucheng heard his heart beating rapidly.

My body was numb, and all my reason was hit by this huge joy, and even my fingertips were trembling.

The lips were numb and the two of them pressed against their foreheads and looked at each other.

Zhuo Huan's voice hoarseness: "I want to fuck you."

Fucheng gasped: "Yeah..."
To be continued...