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Chapter Twenty Five
"I don't think it's right."
"I don't think it's right."
"It feels weird."
"It feels weird everywhere."
Su Fei and Old Joseph looked at each other, feeling that they were hard to find, and cherished each other.
Fucheng raised his head from the computer screen, followed their gaze, and looked at the man sitting by the window.
EASA is still investigating in detail the interest groups behind the leather bag company. They have to follow the path and investigate the entire industry chain clearly, so that they can give their final survey opinions. But on the UAAG side, it is already possible to write the initial accident investigation report. From morning till now, Fucheng and others have been busy collecting all the accident process reports, and after sorting them out, they will give them to Zhuo Huan, who will write the investigation report.
However.
"How long has Teacher Zhuo been looking out the window?" Fucheng asked.
Su Fei immediately came over: "I can answer this question. It's been an hour! I took a cup of coffee in the morning and sat there to watch the scenery, and I saw now. What did you say he was looking at?"
The old Joseph was very experienced, took a sip of coffee, and said leisurely: "Reid may not be looking at anything."
Fucheng and Su Fei looked at him together.
Old Joseph said with emotion: "According to my experience, he is lazy!"
Fucheng and Su Fei: "..."
At this moment, Lina passed by. She smiled and said, "Reid is thinking about life."
The three of them looked up at her together.
How to say?
Lina: "A person's life is always full of surprises and surprises, with family, friendship, and love running through it. If one day someone wants to write an autobiography for Reid-in fact, a magazine writer invited him last year , He did not agree-I believe that opening this autobiography, from the beginning to the end, one sentence can summarize the full text."
"what?"
Lina pretended to be deep, her eyes faint: "A proud and conceited life, and how to continue to be proud and conceited despite mistakes. Sometimes I think Reid really should change his name, Lucifer, very suitable for him." She blinked playfully. Blinking, "Pride is his original sin."
Su Fei and Old Joseph laughed.
Fucheng was thoughtful, he always felt...Lina looked at him a few more times just now, don't mean it.
Lina didn't say much, she walked to the window and asked, "Do you need coffee to refill, sir?"
Zhuo Huan handed the cup over very naturally, and at the same time opened his mouth
"In 2013, NHIS conducted a survey on national sexual orientation. The study showed that among 68814 respondents, 1,149 were homosexual and 515 were bisexual. In other words, bisexuality accounted for 0.7% of the total number. The following year, NHIS Another national sex survey was conducted. In the end, 1.3% of the respondents were bisexual." Zhuo Huan talked freely and casually. "In general, bisexuality accounts for about 1% of the population."
Lina: "...?"
ha?
Zhuo Huan: "As we all know, sexual orientation has nothing to do with country, region, culture..., and the proportion of bisexuality in China should be about 1% of the total population. This probability can be used globally."
"There are 93 investigators in charge of Martha Flight 123, of which 5 are from UAAG and 88 are from EASA."
"so……"
"Out of 93 people, there is one bisexual, which is in line with the probability."
Lina stood there, looking at her friend dumbfounded.
Zhuo Huan snorted, stood up, and poured coffee for himself. "My inference may not be wrong."
Lina: "..."
Raising his head, only then found that his three members have been looking at the direction here, pointing and pointing from time to time. Zhuo Huan frowned and walked over. At this moment, he was completely rejuvenated, and he glanced down and looked at Su Fei's computer screen: "Is the relevant data report of the black box sorted out?"
The punk boy is on the verge of an enemy and hurries into his busy work.
At the window, Lina finally recovered. Looking at her friend's back, she couldn't help laughing again.
The members of UAAG spent three days finishing the investigation report of the Martha 123 air crash, and finally it took another day to write the initial version of the investigation report. Zhuo Huan sent this report to EASA and finally published it on EASA's official website.
As soon as the investigation report came out, it immediately caused a global sensation.
"Man-made tragedy! The rich man soul broken leather bag company"
"Dream off the sky, the heir of the Truffau family died due to a screw"
East Lothian, England, Scotland.
In the towering vicissitudes of the castle, Mrs. Truffau couldn't cry when she learned the true cause of her son's death. She couldn't face such a tragic truth that was so simple that she couldn't bear it. Her son died because of money.
"If we didn't drive him out of the house like that, if we believed him more, let him fulfill his dream, how could Gerall die! His home doesn't even have a decent furniture. I'll go. I saw it, I went to see it, Louis, he drove a second-hand pickup, he was frugal, and our son eventually died in the hands of money. Why!"
The cheapest Truffau bag, about 400 euros.
A ticket for Martha Flight 123 only costs 11 euros.
Faced with his wife's questioning, Mr. Truffaut was speechless. He was silent for a long time and turned on the switch of the phonograph. He only listened to a sound mixed with electronic noise, coming from a sound of tens of thousands of dollars.
"Martha 123 is ready to take off, waiting for take-off permission. Over." That voice was a little different from what he remembered, it seemed a bit rougher and more mature. It was obviously hoarse because of being too tired, but with a cheerful smile. meaning. "Leon, next month for Ellie's birthday, I have prepared a gift for her. I don't know if she likes it or not."
The captain laughed loudly: "If she knows that Uncle Geral remembers her birthday, she must be very happy. What gift have you prepared?"
It was ordinary small talk before take-off, and Geral was dissatisfied: "How can the gift be said in advance, it is not a surprise. By the way, we suddenly fly to Berlin tonight, and we will definitely not be able to return to Zurich. You are the one who is in charge of the flight, so I can check it after landing. You should go to the hotel and rest first..."
The air traffic control's voice came in: "Martha Flight 123, enter the runway, ready to take off."
In the cabin, the two pilots stopped chatting immediately.
In the piercing electric current, the deputy captain said to the tower earnestly: "Martha Flight 123, ready to take off."
...
After publishing the first version of the investigation report, UAAG's investigation work came to an end, and EASA was responsible for the rest.
The direct cause of the air crash was the mismatch of screw types, which caused the tail to fall. The airline must bear financial compensation and compensate the families of the two pilots. The money was paid by Martha Airlines. As for how they would claim compensation from that bag company, it was their own business.
In addition, EASA also recommended to European aviation authorities to amend the law to eliminate this chaotic phenomenon in the industry.
"The death of Geral Truffau has at least a good ending." At the dining table, everyone in UAAG was eating. Suddenly, after hearing this, they all looked at the speaker. Zhuo Huan had finished eating the pasta on his plate, he leaned back on the back of the chair, chewing gum.
"European aviation law will definitely add a clause to ban all leather bag companies hiding in the undercurrent." Zhuo Huan stretched his wrist a little, and his tone was natural: "Because the dead person's surname is Truffau."
Everyone's lips moved, but no one could refute him.
Yes, if two ordinary pilots died, European aviation law may not change because of them.
A seemingly simple leather bag company hides behind a huge network of entangled and intricate interests. No one would do such a complicated thing because of a cargo plane crash. The aviation industry in Europe has been in chaos for decades and has never changed.
But now, the Truffau family will surely contribute to this.
Fucheng retracted his gaze, his eyes calmly looked at the pasta on the plate.
If Geral Truffaut was not one of the victims, what would be the outcome of this accident?
The pilot’s family received financial compensation, and the official release of an investigation report strongly recommended that the government amend aviation-related laws. However, it only ends here. Whether the law will really be amended, and whether it can really change the dark market behind the European aviation industry, is unknown.
After dinner, this is the last day of UAAG in Schaffhausen. Tomorrow they will book a ticket and return to Shanghai.
Because it was the last day and the investigation report was finished, everyone wandered around this small town. This small town in Europe occupies a small area, and it only takes an hour to walk from the far west to the far east. When the five people walked to the entrance of the small town theater, the old Joseph looked at the poster posted at the entrance and said in surprise: "Romeo and Juliet? Wow, it turned out to be a performance by the Royal English Song and Dance Ensemble. I didn't expect to see it in such a small place. To such a good musical."
Everyone stopped.
Old Joseph smiled and looked at Zhuo Huan: "Reid, we have worked hard for a few months. Should we be rewarded? Anyway, it was reimbursed by public funds. In Helsinki, I was reimbursed every time I drank. This time I was tired for so long. Should I also give some spiritual rewards? I see this musical has not started yet, it seems that there are still more tickets on sale..."
Old Joseph winked, the hint was extremely obvious.
Su Fei was also very interested in this and looked at Uncle Zhuo expectantly.
Fucheng doesn't matter, he has never watched a musical.
Uncle Zhuo's gaze swept over them one by one, and he said softly, confidently: "No money."
Everyone: "..."
Uncle Zhuo pointed at a pair of young men and women performing street performances on the town square with his chin: "Please listen for free."
"..."
Do you still need to entertain guests with this horse riding!
Old Joseph and Su Fei wanted to say something, but Uncle Zhuo had already stretched his legs and came to the street performers, and heard their songs. He didn't mean to look back at all. He really didn't plan to spend a dime to invite his members to watch musicals.
Su Fei: "Stupefy! Scrooge! Grandet! He said that the team was built, but the result was that he came out to eat pizza and pasta, and then watch the street performance?!"
Old Joseph was also filled with righteous indignation: "Reid's behavior is really disgusting. If I had so much money, I would definitely donate generously and invite my friends to share with me. What is the most painful thing in this world..."
The old Joseph and Su Fei looked at each other, and they were very clear in their hearts.
"The person is gone, the money hasn't been spent yet!"
Lina said helplessly, "I have to avenge Reid."
Everyone looked at her.
Lina has a sincere tone: "Reid's situation is really not very good, his financial situation is pretty bad."
With a snap of a question mark, it stuck to the faces of old Joseph and Su Fei. Fucheng's surface was calm, but he concentrated his attention and looked at Lina.
The conversation between Lina and Zhuo Huan on the plane came to mind again.
Fucheng said in surprise: "Lina, Teacher Zhuo is in a bad financial situation? I know that Teacher Zhuo has a private island in the Atlantic Ocean."
Old Joseph nodded immediately: "Yes, this is what my friend in NTSB told me. He was invited to Reid's island five years ago!"
Lina couldn't laugh or cry: "Onirii? Yes, Reid bought it, but it doesn't belong to Reid anymore."
Fucheng: "?"
Su Fei: "?"
Old Joseph: "?"
Old Joseph immediately said: "No, if according to what you said, Reid is really not as rich as the outside rumors, what about the clothes he wears?" He pointed to Zhuo Huan who was listening to the song in the distance, "Even today. I can also tell that the trench coat is Brioni and the boots under Reid's feet are Berluti."
Just like that, you told me he was poor?
Lina frowned and said helplessly: "My dear Joseph, it surprised me that you can remember them so clearly. I don't know much about menswear. But if you understand more deeply, you will find out, The Brioni windbreaker on Reid was last autumn, and Berluti’s boots were the same from the year before... Is it difficult?"
Old Joseph: "..."
It is well-founded and convincing.
After believing the fact that Uncle Zhuo really has no money, in the next second, a question lingered in everyone's mind.
... Zhuo Huan, why is there no money?
Before they could ask, however, Lina lifted up and walked in the direction of the street performer. Everyone was stunned for a while, and they had to follow along. When they arrived, the two young artists had finished singing a song. Because they were singing in French, none of them understood.
There was no expression fluctuation on Zhuo Huan's cold and Junya face. He looked at the two young singers quietly, as if still listening to the song that had ended, indulging in it, and savoring it carefully.
In the thunderous applause, the singers kept bowing and thanked the audience for their praise.
After a long time, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and said to Lina: "Lend me the checkbook."
Lina was taken aback, took out the checkbook from her bag and handed it over.
Several other members of UAAG: "???"
Damn it, bring your checkbook with you? !
Zhuo Huan wrote a terrible number on the checkbook with a pen and signed his name. Then he tore off the page, stepped forward, and gently put it in the singer's hat on the ground.
The two singers hadn't reacted yet, thinking they were just ordinary kind listeners, they smiled at Zhuo Huan and cast a smile on their faces. Zhuo Huan returned to the crowd with his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows at his companion: "Go?"
Old Joseph: "...Reid, I must have read it wrong just now. I saw you write ten thousand euros on that check."
Zhuo Huan: "You read that right."
Old Joseph and Su Fei turned their gazes, their eyes widened, and stared at Lina.
Lina spread her hands innocently: "I didn't lie."
Everyone: "..."
I really believe in the poverty of you rich people!
Su Fei and Old Joseph clamored for a treat again, but Zhuo Huan didn't even move his eyelids.
Fucheng: "What was the name of that song just now?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes to look at Fucheng. The black-haired young man really didn't understand that song. He just subconsciously felt that Zhuo Huan would not spend so much money for no reason. This song might be meaningful. Of course, it's also really nice.
""L'ete indien"."
Zhuo Huan said the name earnestly in a flat tone.
The author has something to say:
Su Fei & Old Joseph: God is fucking poor!I believe in the ghosts of you rich people!!!!