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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty"

weight="139559"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the early morning of the next day, investigate the warehouse of the headquarters.

Lowens came over, and he looked at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan was talking to Fucheng with his head down. Last night, Fucheng discovered that the pressure accumulator of this aircraft had been repaired four times in the past three years.

Lovins: "Patrick, the people from American Airlines are here."

Zhuo Huan's voice stopped, and he turned his head to look at Lovins: "Well, I'll pass right away." Then he continued to say to Fucheng: "The specifications of Airbus A390's accumulator are different from those of McFly. I can't touch it. Many, but judging from the latest maintenance record, it is not a big problem. It should be absorbing pressure pulses..."

Fucheng listened and nodded: "So you mean, if there is a problem with the accumulator, you can directly look back at the entire hydraulic system, look at the big one, and check for the leaks?"

Zhuo Huan smiled. He put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Well," he said, "Let's go, let's go and meet the American Airlines guys."

Fucheng was taken aback, but did not object.

Halfway through, Zhuo Huan paused and said to Lowens: "Yes, please call old Joseph for help."

Coming to the meeting room on the second floor, Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan and entered the door together.

As soon as they entered the door, the American Airlines staff immediately stood up and greeted them. Soon, everyone sat down. Zhuo Huan has always been too lazy to speak on such occasions, and Fucheng has an illusion inexplicably: Uncle Zhuo brought him here, is it specifically to deal with these crazy American Airlines staff?

While talking, the door of the meeting room was opened again.

Lowens walked in first, and the two American Airlines staff stood up and just about to speak. Behind Lowens, old Joseph also entered the conference room.

Almost for an instant, one of the staff members stood up straight.

"Mr. Joseph!"

Old Joseph was taken aback and looked up. He smiled and said, "It's actually you, I remember you are... Joey?"

The clerk hurriedly walked over and held out his hand with a half-bow: "Long time no see, how are you?"

Old Joseph patted his hand and laughed: "It didn't take long. had a case with American Airlines two years ago. When went back to American Airlines headquarters, you forgot it? Oh, maybe you were not there at that time! "

The old Joseph was kind and humorous. Gradually, the clerk named Joey's serious expression relaxed and he also laughed.

Looking at this scene, Fucheng frowned and noticed a strange sense of disharmony. With a thought, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, but his eyes froze the moment he touched the other party. I saw Uncle Zhuo leaning on the sofa, chewing gum while looking down at the phone lazily.

Perceiving Fucheng's gaze, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyelids and stared at him.

After thinking about it, he took a piece of gum from his pocket and stuffed it into Fucheng's hand.

Fucheng: "..."

Seeing that Fucheng didn't look away, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyebrows, pulled out his coat pockets, and showed them to Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan: "It's gone."

Fucheng: "..."

Who wants chewing gum! ! !

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: don't understand what young people are thinking now. They always want to get something for nothing. It's not enough to give one piece of gum, and they want two more? shameless.

Fu Chengcheng: ...you are single by strength!

In the early morning of the next day, investigate the warehouse of the headquarters.

Lowens came over, and he looked at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan was talking to Fucheng with his head down. Last night, Fucheng discovered that the pressure accumulator of this aircraft had been repaired four times in the past three years.

Lovins: "Patrick, the people from American Airlines are here."

Zhuo Huan's voice stopped, and he turned his head to look at Lovins: "Well, I'll pass right away." Then he continued to say to Fucheng: "The specifications of Airbus A390's accumulator are different from those of McFly. can't touch it. Many, but judging from the latest maintenance record, it is not a big problem. It should be absorbing pressure pulses..."

Fucheng listened and nodded: "So you mean, if there is a problem with the accumulator, you can directly look back at the entire hydraulic system, look at the big one, and check for the leaks?"

Zhuo Huan smiled. He put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Well," he said, "Let's go, let's go and meet the American Airlines guys."

Fucheng was taken aback, but did not object.

Halfway through, Zhuo Huan paused and said to Lowens: "Yes, please call old Joseph for help."

Coming to the meeting room on the second floor, Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan and entered the door together.

As soon as they entered the door, the American Airlines staff immediately stood up and greeted them. Soon, everyone sat down. Zhuo Huan has always been too lazy to speak on such occasions, and Fucheng has an illusion inexplicably: Uncle Zhuo brought him here, is it specifically to deal with these crazy American Airlines staff?

While talking, the door of the meeting room was opened again.

Lowens walked in first, and the two American Airlines staff stood up and just about to speak. Behind Lowens, old Joseph also entered the conference room.

Almost for an instant, one of the staff members stood up straight.

"Mr. Joseph!"

Old Joseph was taken aback and looked up. He smiled and said, "It's actually you, I remember you are... Joey?"

The clerk hurriedly walked over and held out his hand with a half-bow: "Long time no see, how are you?"

Old Joseph patted his hand and laughed: "It didn't take long. had a case with American Airlines two years ago. When went back to American Airlines headquarters, you forgot it? Oh, maybe you were not there at that time! "

The old Joseph was kind and humorous. Gradually, the clerk named Joey's serious expression relaxed and he also laughed.

Looking at this scene, Fucheng frowned and noticed a strange sense of disharmony. With a thought, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, but his eyes froze the moment he touched the other party. saw Uncle Zhuo leaning on the sofa, chewing gum while looking down at the phone lazily.

Perceiving Fucheng's gaze, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyelids and stared at him.

After thinking about it, he took a piece of gum from his pocket and stuffed it into Fucheng's hand.

Fucheng: "..."

Seeing that Fucheng didn't look away, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyebrows, pulled out his coat pockets, and showed them to Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan: "It's gone."

Fucheng: "..."

Who wants chewing gum! ! !

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: I don't understand what young people are thinking now. They always want to get something for nothing. It's not enough to give one piece of gum, and they want two more? shameless.

Fu Chengcheng: ...you are single by strength!

In the early morning of the next day, investigate the warehouse of the headquarters.

Lowens came over, and he looked at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan was talking to Fucheng with his head down. Last night, Fucheng discovered that the pressure accumulator of this aircraft had been repaired four times in the past three years.

Lovins: "Patrick, the people from American Airlines are here."

Zhuo Huan's voice stopped, and he turned his head to look at Lovins: "Well, I'll pass right away." Then he continued to say to Fucheng: "The specifications of Airbus A390's accumulator are different from those of McFly. I can't touch it. Many, but judging from the latest maintenance record, it is not a big problem. It should be absorbing pressure pulses..."

Fucheng listened and nodded: "So you mean, if there is a problem with the accumulator, you can directly look back at the entire hydraulic system, look at the big one, and check for the leaks?"

Zhuo Huan smiled. He put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Well," he said, "Let's go, let's go and meet the American Airlines guys."

Fucheng was taken aback, but did not object.

Halfway through, Zhuo Huan paused and said to Lowens: "Yes, please call old Joseph for help."

Coming to the meeting room on the second floor, Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan and entered the door together.

As soon as they entered the door, the American Airlines staff immediately stood up and greeted them. Soon, everyone sat down. Zhuo Huan has always been too lazy to speak on such occasions, and Fucheng has an illusion inexplicably: Uncle Zhuo brought him here, is it specifically to deal with these crazy American Airlines staff?

While talking, the door of the meeting room was opened again.

Lowens walked in first, and the two American Airlines staff stood up and just about to speak. Behind Lowens, old Joseph also entered the conference room.

Almost for an instant, one of the staff members stood up straight.

"Mr. Joseph!"

Old Joseph was taken aback and looked up. He smiled and said, "It's actually you, I remember you are... Joey?"

The clerk hurriedly walked over and held out his hand with a half-bow: "Long time no see, how are you?"

Old Joseph patted his hand and laughed: "It didn't take long. had a case with American Airlines two years ago. When went back to American Airlines headquarters, you forgot it? Oh, maybe you were not there at that time! "

The old Joseph was kind and humorous. Gradually, the clerk named Joey's serious expression relaxed and he also laughed.

Looking at this scene, Fucheng frowned and noticed a strange sense of disharmony. With a thought, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, but his eyes froze the moment he touched the other party. I saw Uncle Zhuo leaning on the sofa, chewing gum while looking down at the phone lazily.

Perceiving Fucheng's gaze, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyelids and stared at him.

After thinking about it, he took a piece of gum from his pocket and stuffed it into Fucheng's hand.

Fucheng: "..."

Seeing that Fucheng didn't look away, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyebrows, pulled out his coat pockets, and showed them to Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan: "It's gone."

Fucheng: "..."

Who wants chewing gum! ! !

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: don't understand what young people are thinking now. They always want to get something for nothing. It's not enough to give one piece of gum, and they want two more? shameless.

Fu Chengcheng: ...you are single by strength!

Fucheng's lips opened, but he didn't know what to say.

...So this matter has something to do with him?

Lina: "I got a master's degree in psychology at Yale."

Fucheng understood this sentence: "So you are very confident, does he really think so?"

Lina smiled, putting her index finger between her lips: "Shhh."

After a simple summary report of the accident data, NTSB investigators continued to clean the wreckage of the aircraft corroded by seawater. Fucheng was planning to contact the flight controller in charge of American Airlines 4012 that day and ask him some information. Before he went out, a figure stood in front of him.

Fucheng raised his head.

"Teacher Zhuo?"

Beside the door frame of the meeting room, Zhuo Huan folded his arms with his arms, and looked down at Fucheng slightly. For a long time, he hooked the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Are you a fool."

Fucheng: "...?????"

"If they benefit you, just speak for them."

"..."

"laugh."

Fucheng: "..."

How did this man live to such an age, yet he hasn't been beaten to death? !

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: I am also in the minefield today, happily jumping from side to side~yeah~

Fu Chengcheng:..................You have no chance in your life!

By the way, for the Ethiopian Airlines example in this chapter, the captain was miserable. He has been hijacked three times in his life, yes, three times. Then the first two times were completely OK, and the third time was this time.