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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Forty Four"

weight="139650"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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No matter how good the airplane is, the noise cannot be avoided. The violent roar of the engine penetrates the steel-framed fuselage and hums in the ears.

Zhuo Huan leaned back against the door panel, bit his cigarette holder, and calmly raised his eyes to look at Fucheng.

Fucheng smiled: "I don't remember I owe you money, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan: "Things that can be measured with money are the simplest."

"Then what do you think can't be measured by money?"

Zhuo Huan did not answer, his clear eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Fucheng silently.

The eyes are facing each other.

Fucheng: "Since there is nothing else to do, please let me go, I want to go out."

"Oh, it's okay to keep this account."

The man just stood in front of the door, and didn't mean to give way at all. After a stalemate for a long time, Fucheng laughed angrily by him. He raised his head and asked, "Teacher Zhuo, you used to like to pull other people's trouser chains like a primary school student, and block the toilet door from letting others go? If you put it on a student, would this be bullying."

Zhuo Huan laughed out: "Fuck you bullying."

His breath was suffocated for a long time, Fucheng said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

The atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, but at this moment, Fucheng didn't expect that this man would actually let go. With a thin cigarette between Zhuo Huan's fingers, he turned his body sideways, really giving way. Fucheng took a deep breath and stepped up, and a cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Why are you so concerned about Roger 318."

Fucheng paused: "Yes, I know a lot about air crashes, after all, I'm in a related industry."

Zhuo Huan didn't return him, but his eyes were exactly the same as when Fucheng said "I'm sorry" in the car before.

-Isn't it, you don't know it yourself?

Fucheng was silent for a moment: "There are more than 20 Chinese people on the Roger 318. I think compared to other foreign air crashes, the Chinese pilots are more concerned about this accident. It should be a matter of course. And the plane that crashed was Maifei. The F485, designed by you, is the most popular aircraft in the world and the most praised by pilots in the past five years."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh."

Not in the mood to figure out whether his words were believed by the other party, Fucheng was very upset and eagerly wanted to leave. His hand has closed the doorknob, and someone is standing behind the door. Zhuo Huan leaned on the door frame, motionless, looking up at him.

In his chest, his heart beat faster and faster, just as he was about to press the doorknob.

"Fucheng."

Two simple words, wrapped around the tip of the tongue, and gently spit on Fucheng's cheek with the ambiguous and long breath.

Slowly turned his head and looked at the man on the side.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "I'll say it one last time."

"Um?"

"Don't seduce me."

"...You seem to be mistaken."

"Otherwise, I would really fuck you."

The air froze for an instant, and the young man slowly clenched his fingers in the quiet and narrow space. The two looked at each other, and no one spoke. For a long time, Zhuo Huan dropped his gaze carelessly, his eyes drifting to Fucheng's slightly opened lips. Fucheng seemed to have suddenly realized something, knowing that what he should normally do at this moment is to open the door and leave, firmly denying the other party's wrong perception.

But inexplicably, he couldn't speak.

There was even a strange feeling in my heart, like a vine climbing up a wall, spreading silently in my heart.

In the quiet and ambiguous atmosphere, Zhuo Huan moved, and he leaned forward slightly.

The next moment, suddenly.

"Why haven't you come out yet? Open the door and Fucheng."

Zhuo Huan bit the cigarette holder, and Fucheng retracted his gaze.

The loud voice of a punk boy cannot be blocked by a thin door.

His chest was constantly undulating, breathing fresh air again. Only then did Fucheng realize that he had been holding his breath for a long time, or that he had forgotten to breathe just now. Did not dare to look at the man next to him again, Fu Cheng quickly opened the doorknob, Su Fei was about to come in, and suddenly saw Zhuo Huan, he froze in place.

"RIP? Why are you here?"

Fucheng opened his mouth and didn't think of a reason.

Su Fei craned her neck: "There are no two compartments, they are all independent. Don't you two go to the toilet together? It can still be used like this, how can it be done?"

Zhuo Huan sneered: "He doesn't know how to use this toilet. I will teach him."

Fucheng: "..." Do you think someone can believe this?

Su Fei: "Fuck, there are special ways to use private jet toilets. Fucheng, please teach me quickly. I can and will not use it."

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng stepped out of the toilet speechlessly. He had just left, and the door slammed shut behind him before Su Fei came in.

Both of them were stunned.

Su Fei: "Open the door, what are you doing, RIP, don't you let people go to the toilet yet!"

Zhuo Huan: "Isn't there another one beside me."

Su Fei: "Old Joseph is taking a bath in it! Otherwise, why should I wait so long for you guys!"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I also want to take a bath."

Before long, there was a splash of water inside the door.

Su Fei asked Fucheng in disbelief, "I didn't see the clothes he brought to change. He actually came to take a bath?"

Fucheng glanced at the closed door: "Teacher Zhuo fooled you. He didn't want to take a bath, so he turned on the shower faucet to deceive you. If you wait, he should be out soon."

Inside the door, Zhuo Huan, who was washing his hands, was startled for a moment when he heard this, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

Su Fei cursed outside the door, reprimanding Zhuo Huan for such immoral behavior. Fucheng returned to the cabin and saw the stewardess delivering meals to Lina and Mr. Roman. Seeing him back, another flight attendant walked over immediately and squatted down and asked Fucheng what he wanted to eat.

Randomly ordered something, the stewardess smiled and nodded, got up and left.

Fucheng raised his head and happened to see Zhuo Huan walking back while holding the button of his shirt. He had a clear look, calm and composed, without a glance at Fucheng, he went straight to his seat.

After a while, Fucheng withdrew his sight.

When Su Fei and Old Joseph returned, all meals were in place.

On private jets, there is the kind of long table for gatherings of people, enough for six people to sit and eat together.

Mr. Roman and Zhuo Huan sat at each end of the table, Fucheng and Lina sat opposite each other, next to Mr. Roman. Next to them were the old Joseph and Su Fei.

Mr. Roman took a bite of steak and raised his head: "Reid, have you ever thought about when you will be back."

Zhuo Huan's movements stopped, he put down his knife and fork, and raised his head: "I never thought about it."

Roman raised the champagne, Zhuo Huan also raised it. The two clinked glasses at a distance across a long dining table. Roman said: "I mentioned this on the McFly Board of Directors last month. If you want to come back, there will be no problem within two years. This is my guarantee to you."

Zhuo Huan: "Thank you, I don't have this plan for the time being. Besides, I may not really want to go to Mai Fei."

Roman: "Oh? Why, do you want to go to Boeing or Airbus?"

"Maybe it is China Commercial Aircraft Corporation."

Roman laughed loudly: "Your cold joke, as expected, I will never feel it. Lina, what do you think."

Lina smiled slightly: "I haven't been able to understand these cold jokes by Reid, but Fu seems to always find it funny." After speaking, she looked at Fucheng.

Fucheng: "I don't think it's funny, too." He raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him lightly, took the tablecloth and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Because this is not a joke.

This topic was quickly revealed, and Lina and her father had not seen each other for many days, recounting the relationship between father and daughter. They slowly talked about the air crash that happened in Europe half a year ago. Lina's tears fell instantly: "Geral, I didn't expect that he would leave me like this."

Mr. Romain said guiltily: "I shouldn't mention this. I saw his father in Milan last week. Truffaut's condition is not very good. He seems to be very painful. I have lost my only son when I grow old. What a sad thing. By the way, how long have you not been in contact with your brother?"

After talking about other things, Lina's mood improved a lot.

Roman raised his head to look at Zhuo Huan: "Reid, I still don't understand why you left Mai Fei in the first place."

Just now Comte and his daughter have been talking about the upper-class social capitalist topic that Su Fei can’t talk about. Now suddenly talking about this, the punk boy suddenly became interested, and immediately disappeared: "Yes, RIP, I have never understood. , Why are you suddenly not the chief designer of Mai Fei."

Zhuo Huan cast a scornful look at him: "There are too many things you don't understand."

Su Fei: "..."

"Just like you who say three sentences and curse two sentences, why have you lived so far that you haven't been beaten to death!"

Everyone laughed.

Mr. Roman said to his daughter with emotion: "Reid still has not changed, he is still so arrogant and rude."

Lina: "He treats you very well, at least when you answer your words, remember to put down the tableware." She blinked: "I don't have this treatment."

On the side of the dining table, Su Fei glared at Zhuo Huan. Old Joseph smiled and treated the old man with a smile, but whenever the atmosphere eased, he hurriedly did not want to add fuel to the fire. On the other side of the dining table, Roman and Lina's father and daughter are home.

"When I met Patrick at Desla Castle before, he seemed to care about Reid's marriage."

Lina frowned: "Uncle Patrick has always known Reid's sexuality." When the voice fell, she seemed to think of something, and looked up at Fucheng, making a "hush" gesture. It seemed that he realized that he had accidentally revealed a big secret to Fucheng.

Fucheng nodded, indicating that he would keep it secret.

Roman: "I don't know, Patrick shouldn't care. Maybe in his opinion, he just cares about his son's private life and doesn't make any special requirements."

Fucheng looked at the steak on the plate, his expression calm.

After 24 hours, everyone returned to China.

After the plane landed at Shanghai Airport, it flew back to Tokyo: Mr. Roman had already disembarked in Tokyo. He arranged his own private jet to send several people from UAAG to Shanghai.

Walking in the VIP passage of the airport, Old Joseph moved his joints and said, "Even a private jet, worth billions of dollars, will cost more than 20 hours of life. When will a space shuttle be invented, one second? The kind from China to the United States."

Fucheng: "The first song from the State of China should be able to answer your question perfectly."

Old Joseph: "What?"

Fucheng: ""Sweet Honey"."

Old Joseph was at a loss: "What?"

Sweet, such a name full of love and sour smell, can answer his question?

Su Fei laughed and said, "I know this question." He sang infatuatedly, "In my dream, I saw you in my dream~"

Old Joseph: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "Why don't you sing to him directly."

Fucheng was taken aback, then turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan.

I saw the tall man under the floor-to-ceiling windows of the huge channel building with his hands in his coat pockets, looking down at himself.

Fucheng: "I don't have complete five-tones, and singing is very unpleasant."

Su Fei: "I know this question again! Generally speaking, people who say that they are ugly look very good-looking. People who say that they have five tone incomplete, all sing very nicely."

Fucheng's face was expressionless: "I'm serious."

Everyone looked at him in unbelief. Even Zhuo Huan glanced at him up and down, and motioned with his eyes: Are you teasing me?

Is such a handsome young man who looks clean and can make his debut in the entertainment industry at any time?

Fucheng: "I really don't have complete five-tones." After a pause, he added: "There is only one song, and I never run out of tune."

Zhuo Huan: "What song?"

Fucheng said seriously: "National anthem."

"..."

After returning to China, of course, there is no longer a financially rich father to reimburse UAAG's daily itinerary.

After the five people got out of the airport, Old Joseph turned on his phone very consciously: "Okay, I understand, ready to take a taxi. Su Fei, Fu, the three of us live very close, let's take a taxi. The fare is divided equally."

Su Fei: "Look at you stingy, obviously the salary is not low."

UAAG's salary is still very high, even in the first-tier metropolis Shencheng, it is second to none, calculated on an annual salary basis.

In this regard, Zhuo Huan is not stingy at all.

Old Joseph was not convinced: "Why, you are not stingy, then you come to take a taxi, you pay the fare?"

Su Fei: "Long live AA!"

On the other side, Lina has also ridden the car. She smiled and said: "I have time to buy a car, a bigger one, so that it will be convenient in the future. We always have to go abroad, and then we will park the car in the garage of Shanghai Airport."

Su Fei and Old Joseph: "Lina Long Live!"

Lina pulled her hair: "When the car arrives, then I'll leave with Reid first."

After sending away Zhuo Huan and Lina, watching the car drift away, Fucheng looked away until the car disappeared at the corner of the road.

Old Joseph: "Reid should be driving against Lina's car again."

Su Fei: "I don't think it should be. He must have rubbed the car again. You said that RIP is poor, this guy is always rich. Say he is rich, um... salvaging the wreckage of the plane, this is something I I definitely can’t do it. As you said before, old Joseph, the three companies salvaged one million dollars a day. Even RIP can’t hold it. No wonder I’m going to sell islands and planes again. I don’t know. How long can RIP last?"

Fucheng: "From the perspective of Teacher Zhuo's income, it is estimated that it will not last long."

Su Fei and Old Joseph seized the key word instantly: "Do you know his income?"

Fucheng: "..."

"My guess."

Su Fei: "Do you think I will believe this?"

Fucheng: "..."

You even believe that the flush toilet on a private jet is an unknown high-tech thing. Why can't you believe this? !

This time everyone at UAAG went on a business trip to the United States. They have been busy for three months, and they are always working overtime. Now when return to China, have to suffer from jet lag. After Fucheng got home, he received news from Lina, saying that they would take three days off so that they would have a good rest at home.

Four days later, it happened to be the end of February, and it was March.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Lina, Joseph Sr., and Su Fei all arrived on time at the extremely luxurious UAAG headquarters in the city center of Shanghai.

Old Joseph looked through various air crash cases in previous years, while Su Fei found a lot of plane accident data.

When he first arrived at UAAG six months ago, he didn't know much about the air crash. He is a professional computer and mechanical engineering expert, and he also has a special understanding of aircraft black boxes. So Zhuo Huan personally went to Harvard to invite him to UAAG, but he didn't have much experience in the air crash itself, and he didn't know much about it.

Last year, Su Fei said to Zhuo Huan: "My major is not in this area. You know what I am good at. You came to me just to read the information?"

Nowadays, the punk boy looks up from time to time while looking at the thick air crash cases, and says in an incredulous tone to the old Joseph: "Forgot to tear off the tape attached to the static pressure hole. How could he forget this? Don’t you forget your head at home, or just use it as a ball?!"

In 1996, Air Peru Flight 603 crashed during a trip to Santiago, Chile, and 70 people were killed in the accident. After the investigation, no one could believe that the root cause of the accident was that the ground technician in charge of repairing the aircraft used tape to stick the static pressure hole, and forgot to take it off before the aircraft took off!

The static pressure hole is a device for the aircraft to measure its own height.

After the static pressure hole is blocked, the simplest consequence is that no matter how the computer system of the aircraft calculates, the aircraft height that the mechanical device feeds back to it is 0 meters.

Su Fei carefully read these various air crash materials.

Gradually, he found that with the development of the times, there are fewer and fewer air crashes every year. Originally, he was just reading casually, but Su Fei gradually calmed down his impetuous heart and looked at it seriously.

At eleven o'clock at noon, a crisp "di" sounded, and the three of UAAG raised their heads.

Old Joseph: "Hi, Reid, you are finally here."

Su Fei: "Lina, I will report to you with real name, RIP he is absent from work, he is late!"

Lina smiled helplessly: "However, it is a pity that he is our only leader."

Zhuo Huan: "Well, so I declare your report invalid."

Su Fei: "Hey."

Zhuo Huan didn't seem to wake up yet. He rubbed his hair irritably, and wearing a thin coat, he went around the densely growing green plants very unconsciously, and walked into the office area. He passed by Su Fei and Old Joseph, his destination was very clear, which was the sofa in the corner. However, when he was about to walk over, he suddenly stopped.

His eyes condensed quickly, and Zhuo Huan frowned and swept around quickly.

"Where is Fucheng?"

Lina smiled and said, "Fu asked for leave. I sent you a message yesterday. Didn't you see it."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Did you pass my permission first?"

Lina: "Fuxiu is an annual vacation, 27 days of free vacation every year. Didn't you promise me in advance?"

Zhuo Huan: "...Hmm."

When he walked to the sofa, he took a long leg, banged, and the sofa spring shook elastically, stabilizing the tall, not light man. He took a magazine from the coffee table and covered his face. After a while, Zhuo Huan opened the magazine and asked, "Where did he go on leave?"

Lina was surprised: "In your heart, Reid, I like to investigate my friends' private affairs so much?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh."

"But I really know about this. Fu decided to go temporarily, because it was too late to apply for a visa, he asked me if I could help with it. I was always happy to help my friends, so I helped him get it done."

Zhuo Huan: "Where?"

"London."

Oxford Street, London, England.

I just arrived in London and only took a day's rest. After a little jet lag, Fucheng came to this world-famous shopping street. Of course not because he likes shopping himself, holding large bags and small bags in his hand. Just after coming out of one store, Fucheng hadn't stood still, and the tall, thin and beautiful short-haired woman beamed her eyes and ran into the next store.

Fucheng: "..."

With a helpless sigh, he followed again.

After shopping all day, finally went to the bridal shop and took away the customized wedding dress.

Fu Xiao asked the people in the bridal shop to deliver things to his home, and then went to a Chinese restaurant with his younger brother.

Fu Xiao: "This store is very famous in London. I only booked it three days in advance."

Fucheng tasted the food: "If you have time to return to Shencheng, there are many more delicious than this."

Fu Xiao Tantanshou: "I am about to get married. I will take root and sprout here. I won't have many opportunities to go back in the future. Anyway, you are the only one left in Shencheng. I will only go to see you when I go back. But during the Qingming Festival. I'll go back to sweep the graves of Mom and Dad, Chengcheng, please go to see Mom and Dad all the time in China."

After a moment of silence, Fucheng smiled and said, "It's nothing, shouldn't I go to see my uncle and aunt?"

The two talked about what happened recently.

When Chinese restaurants go abroad, they always follow the customs, and some changes suitable for foreigners have taken place.

At the end of the meal, the two ordered dessert and coffee.

Fu Xiao took a sugar cube and put it in the coffee, and she lowered her head and stirred it gently.

The white sugar cubes were soaked with brown coffee, losing their original white color. The hot temperature of the coffee melted the hard sugar cubes, and it drowned in the dark brown liquid almost unable to struggle, slowly sinking and disappearing when it bottomed out.

"By the way, I heard that you are no longer in Donghua Airlines."

Fucheng was taken aback: "Listen to who said it."

Fu Xiao smiled and said: "A friend in Donghua Airlines. He said that you seem to have been transferred to an...air crash organization, true or false, Chengcheng."

Fucheng said softly: "Well, there is such a thing."

"How do you think of going to such an organization."

"There was no particular reason, I was picked, so I went."

"Oh."

Fu Xiao looked at the sugar cubes in the cup that had been melted by the hot coffee. For a long time, she raised her head and smiled softly: "Chengcheng, no matter what is unhappy, you must tell me first."

Fucheng looked at her steadily, nodded and said: "Okay."

The two had eaten desserts and were about to leave. Fucheng took out a small exquisite gift box from an inconspicuous paper bag that he carried with him.

Fu Xiao said in surprise: "Bvlgari?"

Fucheng smiled and opened the box, revealing a carnelian necklace studded with broken diamonds.

Fucheng: "Sister, I wish you a happy wedding."

Fu Xiao generously accepted the gift: "Thank you, I like it very much. I have always wanted to buy this necklace. I have matching rings and bracelets, but I haven't found the necklace. Where did you find it?"

"I asked a friend to help. I met in the airline before. He found it for me when he went to France on duty."

"Thank you, I really like it. Help me put it on."

"good."

Fucheng carefully buttoned the inner buckle of the necklace, Fu Xiao took out the makeup mirror in his bag, and looked at the mirror for a long time. The more he looked, the more satisfied.

Putting away the small mirror, Fu Xiao raised his head: "By the way, I just saw that there is a wrapped box in your bag. What is that, is it also a gift?"

Fucheng paused slightly when he sat down.

"Well, Bulgari's new starry cufflinks."

Fu Xiao smiled clearly: "I know that, for a friend? It looks good."

Fucheng also laughed. After a while, he said, "Birthday present. When you were shopping just now, I saw it by the way and bought it. This suits him well."

Because his eyes are also full of stars.

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