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Chapter Sixteen
"This is a scam!" Carrying the black punk-style suitcase, Su Fei's eyes and nose pierced, and said to Zhuo Huan: "First serve wine and delicacies. When we get drunk and unconscious, we suddenly hit the hammer. Just smash it. Is there any reason for this! Fucheng, are you right?"
Fu Chengzheng watched his performance with great interest, and was suddenly named. He nodded lightly and made a serious look: "It makes sense."
After receiving approval, Su Fei felt that Uncle Zhuo’s crimes were too numerous to write, and he had the confidence: "It is easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. Now that you suddenly fall from heaven to hell, you can't live this day. Retreat. Wan Bu said...you just don't give Rolls Royce, you can come to the public."
Old Joseph originally followed him in indignation, but his Chinese was not so good. When Su Fei talked about colloquialism, he couldn't understand it.
Old Joseph can only say: "Should we really take a taxi?"
Zhuo Huan has already started flipping the taxi app with his cell phone. As if he saw something interesting, he raised his eyebrows and waved his cell phone at his members: "Friendly reminder, the taxi app seems to be a few dollars cheaper than a taxi."
Su Fei: "..."
Old Joseph: "..."
Fucheng: "..."
Lina smiled and said: "Although there is no luxury car pick-up, but UAAG is a package house. I have sent you the address of your apartment. It is a very good high-end apartment. It is next to the UAAG headquarters. It should be possible to check in with a package. I The taxi has already arrived, so Reid and I will leave first."
The three watched Zhuo Huan and Lina get into the car, and they disappeared into the bustling Shencheng Airport as soon as they stepped on the accelerator.
Su Fei wanted to cry without tears: "No one! I thought I came to UAAG to live a good life with RIP. It was delicious and spicy. Originally, my mentor wrote me a recommendation letter and asked me to work at Boeing. Now it’s fine. , I just declined Boeing’s invitation last week. RIP is a scam, it’s a scam!"
Old Joseph also has something to say: "I am miserable too. The NTSB's affairs have been handed over, and there is no way to go back."
The two looked at each other and looked at Fucheng.
His eyes motioned: How about you?
Fucheng smiled at them and didn't answer right away. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and opened the taxi-hailing app.
"I think our top priority...maybe to go home quickly."
When it was not too much time, the car called by Fucheng also arrived.
After the three of them got in the car, Fucheng recalled what Lina had just said, and looked out the window thoughtfully.
Su Fei and Old Joseph have forgotten about being scammed into UAAG. One of them is American, and the other has not returned to China for too long. As soon as set foot on the land of Shencheng, immediately began to wonder what to eat tomorrow.
Su Fei sat in the passenger seat and began to imagine the future: "Hot pot, I must eat hot pot! IMHO, hot pot in Boston is not called hot pot at all. It is an insult to the top of the food chain that I have struggled for hundreds of thousands of years. status!"
Old Joseph was also very interested: "I once had hot pot in Chinatown. It was delicious."
Su Fei smiled: "Then I'll take you to the real hot pot tomorrow!" After finishing speaking, noticing that someone hadn't spoken, Su Fei turned his head and looked at Fucheng in an awkward posture: "Fucheng, what do you think? , Why don't you speak? Are you going to eat hot pot together tomorrow?"
Fucheng returned to his senses: "No, I have something to do tomorrow." After a pause, he thought for a moment, or said: "I was thinking about something. Lina seemed to be walking with Teacher Zhuo just now."
Old Joseph: "Of course, the three of us saw them go together. Sure enough, I said they have a different relationship."
Fucheng was stunned: "No, I was thinking. Before, Mr. Zhuo asked Lina where he was going and he was going to rub the car. Later, it seemed that the car was also driven by Lina." Although there is no problem for a woman to take a taxi and a man to rub the car, but Zhuo Huan said this in a very natural tone, as if it should have been.
After hearing this, the old Joseph thought for a long time. He touched his chin and smiled knowingly: "With their relationship, it seems that there is no problem with who is going to take a taxi. This is probably a cultural difference, in our case, though. A few decades ago, I was very particular about gentlemanliness, but now young people seem to care less and less about it. My Anna is like this. By the way, Anna is my daughter. When she is in love, she likes to invite her boyfriend to dinner. AA doesn’t work, she hates men spending money for her."
Hearing this, Fucheng's lips moved, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.
Is it because you are in a relationship that you take it for granted...
For a long time, Fucheng: "I just think that Teacher Zhuo seems to be a little... poor?"
As soon as the words fell, Old Joseph laughed unceremoniously: "Reid is poor? Oh my dear Fu, sometimes I really think, is my Chinese bad or your Chinese is not good. The word poverty and Reid? I'm afraid there will be nothing in this life. As far as I know, he owns 5% of McFly's shares. What a damn capitalist!"
Su Fei: "That is, my mentor also said that when RIP was appointed as the chief designer of Mai Fei, it was questioned by the industry for a long time. It was because he was too young and owned shares in Mai Fei. Everyone felt that he was relying on him. Relationship only got this position."
Fucheng: "I know."
Su Fei: "You don't know, let me tell you, this person RIP..."
The car drove off the airport expressway and entered the busy and congested main road in Shanghai.
Inside the cramped carriage, the punk boy and the white-haired old American man became more and more happier. They freely criticized the evil of capitalists. In the face of the enviable money, the old Joseph did not mind exposing his ugly face: "If I own 5% of McFei's shares, then I must be willing to be insulted by everyone, welcome You spit on me as a filthy capitalist. But it is Reid who owns it. Then we don’t have to be polite, and drown him, the happiest person, with pleasant curses!"
An hour later, the car drove to the high-end apartment arranged by Lina.
Looking at the modern high-end residential complex in front of him, Su Fei said with emotion: "The housing prices in Shanghai are very expensive. This is the CBD financial center. A small apartment costs at least 10 million yuan. UAAG's treatment is better than I thought. Well."
However, after getting out of the car, Su Fei and the old Joseph suddenly discovered...
"Fucheng, don't you get out of the car?"
Pressing the car window, the youth's gentle and elegant face showed a slight smile: "I am from Shencheng, and I have a house."
Su Fei: "Oh, but your home is quite far away from the UAAG headquarters. Anyway, it is the free apartment arranged by UAAG.
Fucheng's face remained unchanged: "It's pretty close."
Su Fei didn't hear clearly for a while: "What?"
Fucheng pointed his finger at another high-end community across the road, and smiled: "That's it."
Su Fei: "..."
Old Joseph: "..."
Unexpectedly, there was a spy among us!
Saying goodbye to Su Fei and the old Joseph, Fucheng returned home.
There is always a part-time job at home to clean, even if leave home for two months, it is still as clean as new.
After changing his shoes in the hallway, Fucheng walked to the coffee table. He stretched out his hand and held up a white oak picture frame that was buckled upside down on the table. His gaze was silently watching the four people in the photo, and his gaze stayed for a long time on a pair of smiling middle-aged men and women.
This is a family photo taken on the lawn.
On the left side of the picture stands a generous and dignified middle-aged woman. She doesn't have much beautiful face, but she has meticulously arranged her hair and put on exquisite makeup. You can see her romantic pursuit of life only from the photos. On the right side of the screen is a middle-aged man wearing a tennis uniform and holding a tennis racket. He put his right hand around the shoulder of a long-haired girl, and the two laughed freely at the camera.
On the left side of this girl, it was Fucheng who was wearing military uniform with a nervous face.
The sun’s warmth was reflected on the joyful and happy faces of the four. The Fucheng in the photo is only about eighteen or nine years old, still childish, full of youth and vigor between his eyebrows and eyes.
a long time.
"boom"
Fucheng held the frame back again blankly.
The next day, Shencheng, Qingpu District.
There was a rain the night before, which eased the restless heat. The cool wind blowing from the mountains and forests, mingled with the slightly astringent breath of plants and trees, brushed the blue bouquet in the hands of the tomb sweeper. In the paleness of the mountains and plains, this blue became the most vivid color, and the faint fragrance in the moist air after the rain.
Holding a large bouquet of cornflowers in both hands, Fucheng strode up the hill and stopped in front of a marble tombstone.
Staring at the couple smiling lovingly in the photo, he looked at it for a while and couldn't help but smile.
Putting cornflowers gently in front of the tombstone, Fucheng squatted down, and stretched out his hands to poke the dead leaves knocked down by the rainstorm from the monument. While looking at the person in the photo, he smiled softly: "Knowing that you like romance and white flowers are not your preference, so this time I brought you cornflowers. Do you like it?"
"Don't be angry. I brought you a gift. A lighter, from STDupont, I picked it for you at the airport on my trip to Finland."
"I have met a lot of new people recently..."
There was a long silence.
"Well, there is Zhuo Huan. That is what I told you back then, that very powerful Zhuo Huan."
"There are others, they are all excellent..."
The young man's whispered whisper was submerged in the mist of the mountains that roared past among the trees.
At 8:30 in the morning, Shanghai CBD Financial Center.
Fucheng bought a cup of coffee from downstairs, took the elevator to the 17th floor, and saw the golden embossed UAAG brand at a glance.
UAAG's appearance is extremely deceptive of a wealthy family, and don't know how Lina did it. Fucheng heard that when they went to Finland last month, UAAG's headquarters had just started to be renovated. Being in Finland, she can even take into account the decoration of the Shanghai headquarters to create such a luxurious modern style.
The entrance is a large glass wall and indoor green plantation garden, and a miniature green fountain flows slowly in the hall.
Fucheng's eyelids twitched. He walked to the office area with his coffee and was about to speak. Suddenly, he felt that he should speak French at this moment in order to be worthy of the romantic luxury Lina carefully prepared.
After a pause, Fucheng said: "I thought UAAG has only five members?"
Su Fei came early in the morning and was also stunned by this amazing sight. "Stop talking, I still suspect that this is actually not the UAAG headquarters. To be honest, I just went to the toilet and took a look. There are ten compartments in the men's toilet. The four of us use two each, and we can't use it up. It’s really big, it’s okay to use it when lying down!"
Fucheng: "..."
Why should I lie down on the toilet? !
Old Joseph's eyes lit up and he looked at Lina expectantly: "Didn't you say that UAAG is very poor, very, very poor?"
Everyone turned their heads to look at her together.
Is it all a lie? !
Lina smiled and said: "These parts have special funds and can be directly reimbursed. Don't you know that UAAG is a multinational and transnational air crash investigation organization. China, the United States, the European Union... all participated. By the way, you The rent of the apartment is also reimbursed." She blinked.
Everyone: "..."
While talking, Zhuo Huan walked in from outside the door.
As soon as he walked to the door, he paused, looking at the indoor green plantation and fountain at the door, and stayed quietly for a while. Then he backed away a few steps without changing his face, returned to the door, turned his head and glanced at the famous brand made of golden metal embossed at the elevator door.
UAAG.
Oh, that's right.
Wearing a casual white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Uncle Zhuo walked to Lina's table: "Your design?"
Lina smiled back.
As if he hadn't woken up yet, Zhuo Huan didn't say a word, he walked directly to the sofa and lay down. Suddenly remembering something, he stood up and said to the people in Fucheng, "Let’s take a look at the American Airlines 3157 case together." But after a long time, there was a steady breathing sound.
Everyone: "..."
Su Fei could not say: "No, he just sleeps like this?! As soon as he comes to the headquarters, he starts to sleep?!"
"He's still running jet lag." Lina kindly reminded: "You can too. Here are the five of us."
Su Fei: "..."
Is there an organization more weird than UAAG in the world? !
You spend so much public money, do you guys know about it!
Su Fei slandered a lot in his confidant, but in the end he didn't suffocate a word, and he digested it all within himself.
Fucheng got up and went to the data room to get the accident investigation data about American Airlines 3157. When he came back, he saw old Joseph and Su Fei get together, pointing to Zhuo who was lying and sleeping. Seeing Fucheng coming, the old Joseph waved to him.
Fucheng walked over.
Old Joseph: "Fu, do you remember that cold joke you told yesterday?"
Fucheng: "...?"
Fucheng: "Actually, I don't remember that I told a cold joke."
Old Joseph slapped his thigh: "That's it, the joke that Reid is very poor."
Fucheng: "..."
Old Joseph came with interest: "Look at Reid's T-shirt."
Fucheng turned his head and looked around.
It's white, without any obvious patterns, it's very simple, not much different from the one worn by Zhuo Huan before.
Old Joseph: "Look at the cuff logo, Kiton!"
Fucheng: "...?"
Old Joseph: "Do you see the pants?"
Fucheng: "It's also K...Kiton?" He is not very familiar with this brand.
Old Joseph shook his head: "ZILLI."
Fucheng: "...?"
What is this again?
Old Joseph looked up to the sky and sighed: "This is also called poor? What a wicked capitalist!"
"Are you optimistic about the information on American Airlines 3157?" A cold male voice rang from behind, and everyone fell silent for a moment, and looked up.
Zhuo Huan's eyebrows were frowning tightly. He didn't know when he got up, rubbing the messy black hair a little more messy. He looked around and found that only the American Airlines 3157 information was on the table in Fucheng. With a meaningful "Oh", he raised his eyes and glanced at Su Fei and Old Joseph, who quickly averted his gaze.
Zhuo Huan walked to the table in Fucheng, bent down, and reached out to open the accident data of American Airlines 3157.
"Where did you see it?"
Because of the action of leaning over, the man exhales slightly warmly in his ears. The distance is so close that as long as you look back, you can hit the man's raised chin.
Fucheng's eyes darkened, and the next moment, he looked back quickly.
Zhuo Huan was startled and stepped back half an inch.
The sunlight at nine o'clock in the morning shined into the room through the large floor-to-ceiling glass. The handsome young man looked at Zhuo Huan with sincere and clear eyes, and his voice was a little ashamed: "I just took it and haven't looked at it."
It is obviously an apology, but it is mixed with a trace of indescribable publicity and rejection that only the person can feel.
Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment, he stood up straight, and cast his eyes down at Fucheng.
Then turned to Lina and said, "Everyone makes a copy and reads it all."