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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twenty Eight"

weight="139545"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Most military airports are located in remote locations. It takes about ten minutes to drive all the way to the south before there are a few traces of people.

Fucheng hugged his coat and looked forward: "There is no special reason. The training is a little bit unable to keep up, and there are some things at home. There is not much time for training, so I retired. Teacher Zhuo should know that although civil aviation is also very Busy, I often fly various international routes, but compared to the air force, especially the carrier-based air force, there is still a lot of time."

Zhuo Huan glanced at Fucheng, and the black-haired young man spoke about himself in a calm tone. Viewed from the side, his eyelashes are very long and dense. When his eyes are slightly lowered, a faint shadow falls on his lower eyelids. Because of the fair skin, it is more obvious, and there is a melancholy and quiet temperament inexplicably.

"Really?" came to my lips, and somehow swallowed it back.

He tapped the steering wheel with his distinct fingers, and Zhuo Huan's voice was loose and gentle, like a humming from his nose, with a long nasal sound: "Are you done with the family affairs?"

Fucheng was slightly surprised and turned to look at him.

Zhuo Huan held the steering wheel with one hand and looked forward: "Care about your subordinates, is there any problem."

a long time.

Fucheng Road: "It's over."

Zhuo Huan let out a cry.

Fucheng: "What about Teacher Zhuo, why did you suddenly resign from Mai Fei?"

As if hearing something funny, Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fucheng at a red light: "Old Joseph should have told you about it."

Fucheng was stunned.

"I have a 5% stake in McFly."

It turned out to be this thing. Fucheng: "Well, I said it."

Zhuo Huan twitched and stepped on the accelerator: "Do you know what this 5% stake means?"

"what?"

"Meaning, it took one second for you to say the word ‘what’. And this second, there is already an extra $7 on my bank card."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "In a blink of an eye, you have 7 dollars in your hands. Since you can get it without doing anything, then I can understand the matter of resigning better than you retiring..."

"The sky will lose money, Fucheng."

Fucheng.

The man pronounced the name in a low voice in a lazy voice, making an ambiguous bend on the tip of his tongue. Zhuo Huan smiled arrogantly. As Lina said, if someone wants to write an autobiography for this man one day, one sentence can represent his life——

A proud and conceited life.

It happened that he had enough capital to be so arrogant.

However.

"Really?"

The arrogant smile paused for a moment, slowly moving, and Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng: "Huh?"

Fucheng hugged his coat, leaned on the seat, nodded, and said as if talking to himself: "7 dollars per second, I really can't think of this, what it feels like."

It turned out to be this.

Zhuo Huan: "Heh."

When returned to the urban area of ​​Shen Zhen, it happened to be the evening peak.

An hour later, the two people returned to the UAAG headquarters.

People from the "Hero Catastrophe" program group were still in the building. As soon as the elevator opened, Zhuo Huan frowned and found Lina: "It's not over yet?"

Lina smiled and said, "Professor Tsuna just finished the interview, now it's Su Fei's turn. But it took me a long time to watch."

"Um?"

"He is nervous."

After hearing this, Fucheng followed Lina's helpless gaze. saw a meeting room being sorted out by the program team and used as an interview room. High-wattage lights and huge lighting boards are placed in the most reasonable place, reflecting the dark side of the character's face to create an extremely three-dimensional effect. Su Fei was sitting in it, in front of several black cameras.

Fucheng: "Do you give him makeup again?"

Lina: "I made it for him."

Fucheng said in surprise: "You made it?"

Lina blinked: "Children have thin skins and blush easily."

Everyone suddenly laughed, and even Zhuo Huan glanced at Su Fei, who was stiff and motionless on the chair, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Zhuo Huan: "You said before that they wanted to interview me?"

Lina raised her head: "Reid?"

"Then I'll be ready for this interview."

For the first time, Lina did not respond to her friend's meaning. She was very surprised: "You haven't always disliked this kind of public activity..."

"Is it really good to bully Su Fei like this?" Fucheng smiled.

Hearing the words, Zhuo Huan was startled and looked up at Fucheng with a meaningful expression.

Lina suddenly realized that she sullen her face and accused her friend: "This cold joke is not funny at all."

Fucheng was taken aback, and said in his heart: I think it's quite funny.

An hour later, Su Fei's interview finally ended. Seeing Zhuo Huan's return, the program crew asked for another interview with him, but Lina gently refused. If you can invite Reid·Irvin·Patrick on the show, it will definitely cause a more sensational effect. It's a pity that Mr. Patrick never shows up on such occasions, and he rarely attends industry gatherings.

As the administrative head of UAAG, Lina arranges all the reception of guests in an orderly manner. As soon as she sent away the staff of "Hero Catastrophe", she booked a seat: UAAG asked Professor Tsunai Teiichi to help investigate the case of JAL 917. This time we invited him to dinner, which was regarded as a gift.

In fact, Lina had already offered to pay, but Professor Tsuna did not agree, so there was this dinner.

It is a high-class Japanese meal for one person.

Six people each sat on the tatami, and the waiter in white kimono gently placed the small dish with the meal in front of the crowd, which was a traditional kneeling service.

Tsuna Teichi and Zhuo Huan sat opposite each other, which was the seat that Lina deliberately arranged. Professor Tsuna was the guest of honor, and it was right for Uncle Zhuo to entertain him personally. However, the two of them didn't seem to have the intention to talk to each other until the last dessert was served on the table. Zinai wiped his lips with a white paparazzi, put his hands on his knees, and looked up at Zhuo Huan.

"Zhuo Jun, will you go to the World Physics Conference in a few days?"

Zhuo Huan: "Don't go."

Teiichi Tsunai: "Oh? This is the first time this is held in China, or it is in Shencheng, very close to you."

Zhuo Huan: "No interest."

Emperor Tsuna thought for a while, but didn't speak any more.

Lina smiled lucidly, she lowered her head. Looking at the Fucheng on the side, she beckoned to Fucheng, and the two of them sat closer. She lowered her voice: "If you want to get the invitation letter from the World Physics Conference, you must have published it in several major physics journals in the past year. I have published a paper. It seems that Reid published a paper three years ago. He was able to get the invitation letter before because it was sent to Mai Fei. This year..."

it is more than words.

Fucheng raised his head to look at Uncle Zhuo and Teiichi Tsuna.

The former obviously didn't get the invitation letter at all, and he was still calm and calm.

The latter showed regret and seemed very regretful.

Everyone bid farewell to Emperor Tsuna at the entrance of the Japanese food store.

Just sent away the internationally renowned physicist, a cold voice sounded in this cold winter night: "You are talking bad about me behind your back?"

Fucheng and Lina were taken aback, and they looked at Uncle Zhuo together.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his coat pockets, while chewing the gum that he picked up in the Japanese food store, he lowered his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him. Like water and moonlight, his expression is gloomy and unclear, cold and cold, making people unable to see any expressions or emotions.

Lina: "Is there any?" She said and looked at Fucheng.

Fucheng showed a surprised look: "No. Did Teacher Zhuo hear something wrong?"

Oh, continue to install.

Zhuo Huan snorted, "I don't go to the physics conference because we are not in China this weekend."

Fucheng keenly caught the key word: "We?"

Zhuo Huan said: "Old Joseph should know that American Airlines 4012."

Old Joseph was shocked, and said in astonishment: "American Airlines 4012? The plane that disappeared over the Atlantic from London to Boston? Found it?!"

"Well... it came back from the mud on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean."

On August 19, 2020, US Airways flight 4012 flew from London to Boston.

Ten minutes after entering the Boston air traffic control area, American Airlines 4012, which was supposed to land at Logan International Airport an hour later, suddenly disappeared on the radar detector. Half an hour later, the air traffic control determined that American Airlines Flight 4012 was missing and made an emergency call.

An international flight mysteriously disappearing over the ocean makes everyone inevitably think of Roger Flight 318 four years ago.

Within two days, the government confirmed that American Airlines 4012 was officially missing. Three days later, it was confirmed that the plane crashed in the Atlantic Ocean.

After that, the United States immediately salvaged the plane. Everyone is worried that this plane will disappear in the vast ocean like the Roger 318, and will never be found again. Fortunately, the tragedy of Roger 318 did not repeat itself. A week after the incident, the salvage company found a wreckage of the aircraft in the Atlantic Ocean, which was determined to be American Airlines 4012.

The truth of Roger 318 is sunk in the mysterious and deep Pacific Ocean, no one knows.

But the truth about American Airlines 4012 has finally emerged and recreated the world.

On Friday, Lina booked a ticket, and the five of them flew to Boston on the other side of the ocean.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a Rolls-Royce picked up five people and arrived at Shanghai Airport together. After entering the VIP lounge, Lina went to the front desk to confirm the flight details. Su Fei was very excited to tell the old Joseph and Fucheng about the years of college life in Boston.

"Once I was reading in the Lamont Library and saw it at 5 am. When I woke up, the classmate next to me took a picture of me drooling and posted it on social networks! Jesus! So I hate those social guys the most... "

Old Joseph laughed and said, "Where is the photo, show me."

Su Fei couldn't believe it: "You still want to see it?"

Fucheng laughed, and suddenly he saw a figure in Yu Guangli, and he narrowed his smile. After a while, he followed up and walked to the smoking room.

The smoking room in the VIP lounge of the airport is cleaned many times a day. The faint smell of smoke permeates the air, which is not particularly dull, but because it is mixed with air fragrances, it brings a deep and soft taste.

Zhuo Huan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and in front of him was a large passenger plane flying up and down. Curls of smoke wafted upward from his fingertips, hovering and hiding in the air. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around, and after seeing the incoming person, he withdrew his gaze again.

When Fucheng walked to his side, he took out a beautiful silver metal cigarette case and pressed it lightly, and a slender cigarette popped out.

Fucheng: "..."

After a moment of silence, he took the cigarette: "Thank you."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect the young man to accept it instead of rejecting it this time.

With smoke, it hasn't been lit yet.

It stands to reason that places like the smoking room are equipped with lighters, but Fucheng looked around and didn't find it.

"Do you want fire?"

Fucheng turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan lowered his head slightly, he dang the half-burning long smoke, and chuckled close to Fucheng. After a long silence, Fucheng bit his cigarette holder and leaned over. The white smoke mouth touched another smoke that was already burning, he breathed slightly, the wind in his mouth drove the air to flow, and the smoke was quickly ignited.

Fucheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Perhaps it was an illusion, the two smokes were in conflict, and there seemed to be a little smell of that man remaining between the cheeks.

Fucheng suddenly became irritable. He leaned on the metal railing with a cigarette between his fingers, looking at a plane taking off outside the window.

Coincidentally, it was a McFly F485.

"How does it feel to see the plane of my own design taking off, Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan took a breath: "No feeling."

Fucheng didn't believe it very much.

"It was not designed by me alone. Mai Fei established this plan 19 years ago when I was a ten-year-old child." Zhuo Huan seemed to be in a good mood today. The aircraft next to the channel building found three Maifei F485s at a glance. "Improvement of the trailing edge flap, do you know who designed it?"

Fucheng: "Not you?"

Since that is the case, it must not be Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan: "There are 24 people in the A9 design team, and they are responsible for the flaps. Behind this aircraft are more than 3,000 people, who have spent fifteen years of hard work."

After a while.

Fucheng: "You seem to be in a good mood today."

Zhuo Huan's expressive expression suddenly stopped, he turned his head and looked at Fucheng. He raised his eyebrows: "No, you feel wrong."

Fucheng was about to speak again, Zhuo Huan's hand holding the cigarette pointed slightly, and pointed to the outside of the room.

"Then you think the two of them are different today."

Fucheng looked in the direction of his fingers.

Outside the smoking room, the punk boy danced to the old Joseph about his college life, and the old Joseph was amused by him and laughed.

Fucheng: "Su Fei. After he won the IMO gold medal, he went to Boston to study at university and stayed there for many years. Now we are going to Boston, he is very excited."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Hard·Joseph."

"Old Joseph?" Fucheng asked in surprise.

Zhuo Huan looked at the blue sky outside the window: "On January 17, 2003, the US Airways Flight 384 accident, he was the captain. He lost a leg. Oh yes, you know, he said."

Fucheng frowned.

Zhuo Huan: "What he didn't say was that he was lucky to survive the plane crash. He was lucky, or the people on the plane were basically very lucky. The goddess of luck took care of them, and the plane headed toward the airport runway. The lawn, the entire cockpit almost all crashed. But none of the cabin crew and passengers died, and they all survived. To say that unfortunately, the two pilots were very unfortunate. One lost his right leg and the other never died. Never woke up."

Fucheng suddenly realized: "You mean the deputy captain?"

"Dead on the spot."

Fucheng opened his lips.

"Do you know the cause of the crash?" Zhuo Huan tilted his head slightly, and his hair fell on the collarbone along the slender neckline.

"what?"

Knowing that the accident was related to the old Joseph, Fucheng had been deliberately avoiding it. He didn't want to inquire about the old Joseph's past privately. First, he didn't want to poke other people's wounds, and secondly, he wanted to treat others. If it was him, he didn't want others to inquire about himself in private.

Zhuo Huan: "The direct cause was the bad weather. Secondly, in the extremely bad weather, the deputy captain entered the field visually, made an operation error, and the plane crashed. And this deputy captain only had one son... Seventeen years later. As the deputy captain of US Airways, he drove an Airbus A390 and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean."

"And this Airbus A390 is American Airlines 4012."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Oh, money will fall from the sky, Fucheng.

Lina [smiles]: But the sky won't lose my wife, Reid.