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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Sixty Four"

weight="139779"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the 1990s, Boeing acquired McDonnell Douglas. Since then, the global aviation industry has formed a three-pronged situation.

Boeing, McFly and Airbus.

Boeing and McFair are the two major aircraft manufacturers in the United States. The former occupies almost half of the civil aviation market, while the latter cooperates more with the US government to produce and develop fighter jets. McFei has been unable to compete with Boeing on commercial airliners. It was not until the advent of the McFei F485 six years ago that this super long-distance wide-body passenger aircraft turned out to be a masterpiece, and they were able to compete.

However, the aircraft that Maifei wants to improve this time is not the F485, but the Maifei F475 developed 19 years ago.

When Zhuo Huan arrived at the company, it was already ten o'clock. As usual, he took a cup of coffee, drank two casually, and threw it into the trash after entering the house. The destination is very clear, it is the sofa behind Fucheng. The handsome man strode past the office area and the meeting room, walked to the sofa, and paused when he was about to sit down.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the conference room.

The door of the conference room was open, and Mr. Roman sat inside and raised a coffee cup toward him.

Mr. Roman: "Hi, Reid."

Zhuo Huan turned around and asked Lina: "Why is your father here."

Lina shrugged at him, smiled and said, "You'll know when you go in."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and walked into the meeting room.

Half an hour later, Mr. Roman opened the door and walked out first. After standing up from the chair, he buttoned all the three buttons of the suit and looked at his daughter with a smile. Lina understood her heart and came over and said helplessly: "Reid must have refused, Dad, I said it would be like this."

Instead, Mr. Roman said: "No, although he has refused now, I believe he will agree soon. I will go to Singapore to deal with some things, and my plane will stay here, baby, you will use it. ."

Mr. Roman left this sentence and left UAAG.

Within a few minutes, Zhuo Huan came out of the conference room. He frowned, his expression was very ugly, and he walked straight into the smoking room. Through the glass door of the smoking room, everyone saw Uncle Zhuo take out a cigarette case from his pocket with a stinking face and lit a cigarette. Soon, the second one was ignited.

Fucheng quietly looked at his back. After a while, he looked back and asked Lina: "Does Teacher Zhuo really agree?"

Lina thought for a moment: "It stands to reason that doing final inspections for aircraft manufacturers is not the scope of UAAG's daily work. But since Dad said so, I think there must be his way."

Su Fei was very curious: "What is the way to coerce and lure? Are you planning to give a large sum of money to kill us?"

Lina thought for a while, smiled and said, "Do you need money, I think, maybe you only need a phone?"

When the beautiful blonde said this, she refused to say anything, leaving a mysterious smile. However, a minute later, everyone saw in the smoking room, Zhuo Huan suddenly received a call. He looked at the name flashing on the screen of the phone, and it took a long time before he answered the call.

The call was not long. After hanging up, Uncle Zhuo finished smoking the third cigarette in the smoking room. With great strength, he crushed the cigarette butts in the crystal ashtray, Zhuo Huan opened the door and walked out: "Prepare to go to Los Angeles."

Lina: "I'm ready a long time ago, and I can set off at any time." As if I knew he would agree a long time ago.

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Ah.

That night, everyone boarded the private plane left by Mr. Roman and headed to Los Angeles.

After answering the call, Uncle Zhuo was in a bad mood and didn't look good all day. He held his arms, sat on the sofa at the back of the cabin, and looked at the night sky outside the window with a cold face.

Lina had dinner with the others, by the way, telling who actually called the call.

Lina: "In this world, I think Reid is afraid of two people altogether. One is his mentor in college and the Nobel Prize winner Professor Stephen Conner. The other is the chief designer of McFee, or rather , Is also the former chief designer of Mai Fei, Mr. Tor Reiner. Uncle Thor retired nine years ago and gave Reid the position of Mai Fei's chief designer, but after Reid resigned, he returned to Mai Fei. . He is also Reid's teacher."

Old Joseph said: "Mr. Rainer! When I first arrived at NTSB, I had participated in a training class and had the honor to visit the Maifei factory. I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Rainer that time, but it was a pity that he suddenly I haven’t seen it if I didn’t come.” He said with emotion, “To be honest, I have only seen Reid as the chief designer of aircraft for so many years. Appearing in the investigation team caused a sensation at the time."

He said earnestly: "Although it is very unpopular to say this, the fact is that the air crash is well known to be a very serious and serious matter. However, even the Tenerife air crash, which has the largest number of victims in history, will not let Boeing be killed. The chief designer came forward once-this is not his scope of responsibility, and it is not important enough to require him to express his opinion."

Su Fei scratched his head: "Is it so powerful..."

Old Joseph and Lina turned to look at him together, and said in unison: "Yes!"

"When I have time to chat, when will I find someone to check the mailbox? Mai Fei has sent some information over." Zhuo Huan walked over with his hands in his pockets with an unhappy expression on his face. He sat down beside Fucheng. Everyone looked at him one after another, Uncle Zhuo propped his chin with one hand and looked viciously "Huh?", and everyone immediately withdrew their gazes.

Lina immediately opened the portable notebook and found the mail.

Lina: "It's part of the data on the F475 of Maifei. I typed it out with the printer on the machine. You can check it out."

Soon, Lina printed out five copies of the information and distributed them to everyone.

When it was assigned to Zhuo Huan, Uncle Zhuo took the information and buckled it directly on the table without looking at it. Then, he said: "Mai Fei F475, designed by the chief designer of Mai Fei Tor Reiner. In 1979, Mai Fei began to plan the F475, and this plan was officially implemented in 1983. By 2002, the first The maifei F475 made its first flight in Seattle. This is an ultra-long-range medium-sized passenger aircraft with a range of 7000-15000 kilometers, a cruising speed of Mach 0.8, and the number of seats is generally around 300, depending on different models."

Fucheng: "I drove the McFly F475 in Donghua Airlines. Before 2010, the McFly F475 was the most popular super long-haul mid-size passenger aircraft in the industry, but 10 years later, the Boeing 787 came out and gradually seized its market. ."

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan turned his head and glanced at him: "Which one do you think is better?"

Fucheng was slightly startled.

Zhuo Huan looked at him lightly: "Huh?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng said: "It's different. Boeing airplanes have always advocated mechanical power. Even now that the fly-by-wire system dominates the entire market, they also emphasize the control of pilots. When flying Boeing airplanes, there is a way to fly airplanes. The feeling. And the aircraft of Mai Fei and Airbus..." He looked at Zhuo Huan with a calm tone: "Smarter. The power of the computer system has reduced the pilot's control of the aircraft."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Have you ever driven a Maifei fighter?"

Fu Cheng was stunned, and he answered without changing his face: "Of course not."

Others didn't think there was anything wrong with Fucheng's answer.

China has been studying its own fighter jets since the last century, and it did not have to purchase military resources from other countries many years ago. He has never flew US fighter jets, which is entirely reasonable.

But Zhuo Huan lengthened the tone meaningfully, and laughed: "Oh? Really never opened it?"

Fucheng: "..."

Everyone suddenly noticed something. When it seemed that they wanted to understand that point, Zhuo Huan suddenly started talking: "Maifei's fighter jet is different from its passenger plane. Maifei's fighter plane values ​​the pilot's personal operation more."

Su Fei suddenly became interested: "RIP, have you removed it?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him lightly, then sneered: "No."

The unexpected answer left everyone in the plane silent for a moment.

Lina smiled and broke the embarrassment: "Hey, didn't you just talk about the Maifei F475, Reid, why did you digress suddenly. Keep talking."

In the cabin, everyone returned to the original topic.

Old Joseph flipped through the information: "Actually, I flew a Maifei fighter. Hey, why look at me in surprise. After all, I am a retired air force. As Reid said, the Maifei fighter is completely different from its airliner. Different. In civil aviation airliners, Boeing pays more attention to the pilot’s mechanical control, but when it comes to fighter aircraft, the two of them are completely upside down. McFei’s fighter is really cool. Driving it is like driving a steel weapon. The whole body is cold blood! Cough cough, sorry, I am off the topic. Let's go back to Mai Fei F475, or we should call it Mai Fei F475neo."

neo: The latest style.

Old Joseph looked at the text on the information: "Replaced with the latest scaled composite materials. In the case of the number of seats, the wing data and materials were confidentially adjusted to make the lift curve of the wing profile under the same external force environment. The slope increases by 5% per degree... Oh god, how is this done? What is its Prandtl-Grauer coefficient?"

Fucheng: "Data confidentiality. This should be the improvement of the McFei F475. In addition, it has also increased the fuel storage of the two-wing fuel tanks, so the range of the aircraft has been increased."

Su Fei: "This Thor Reiner is really amazing. He has only been back for two years and has done such an amazing thing?"

Uncle Zhuo let out a cold snort from his nose.

Fucheng's gaze stopped on the last few pieces of paper: "During the flight test last month, the landing gear broke and the tire exploded... It seems that this is why McFei wants to conduct the final inspection."

After a 20-hour voyage, everyone rested for one night and arrived in Los Angeles on the other side of the ocean.

Los Angeles is the largest city on the west coast of the United States, and the McFly headquarters is located here. Here is the famous Universal Studios, Beverly Hills, Hollywood is also quietly hidden in this beautiful city.

Los Angeles has a Mediterranean climate. In late May, the weather is cooler, a bit cooler than Shanghai.

As soon as got off the plane, Fucheng felt a little cold and put on his coat. At this moment, Zhuo Huan passed by him. saw Uncle Zhuo wearing a T-shirt and his jacket casually tied around his waist. He chewed gum, put his hands in his pants pockets, and walked down the airplane gangway.

Although it is a private jet, customs registration is also required for entry.

Zhuo Huan was the first to register, followed by Fucheng. Old Joseph and others were still lining up to go through the immigration formalities. After Fucheng finished the formalities, he looked up and saw Zhuo Huan leaning against the wall, looking down at his mobile phone.

He paused and walked up.

The youth's gentle voice sounded: "Why do you want to ask that question."

Zhuo Huan raised his head.

Fucheng looked at him calmly.

Have you ever flew a Maifei fighter?

Of course did.

Which country has not privately studied the military aircraft of other countries and asked ace pilots to drive test flights?

Without answering this question, Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow instead: "Are you angry?"

Fingers tightened, Fucheng turned around and was about to leave, but his wrist was pulled.

In the private jet's exclusive VIP entry lane, late at night, only five people from UAAG have to go through the formalities. A square pillar separated the two and the old Joseph three over there. The man pressed the young man's hand and pressed him against the wall.

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him.

Four eyes meet.

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes to look at the lips that were close at hand. He looked at it silently for a few seconds, then slowly moved closer. The breath gradually intertwined, Fucheng also lowered his eyes and opened his lips slightly.

However, just before the kiss, a message came from the phone.

Zhuo Huan didn't continue kissing, he glanced at the phone, his eyes widened suddenly. Suddenly he was in a terrible mood, he released the hand clasping Fucheng's wrist and cursed: "Fuck!"

Fucheng moved the wrist that was clamped just now, and asked, "What's wrong."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "It's nothing."

Soon, the old Joseph and the three also finished the formalities and walked over.

As soon as Lina approached, she smiled and said, "Daddy just sent me a message. He met Uncle Patrick in Singapore. When they were chatting, Dad told Uncle Patrick by the way that you were back in Los Angeles."

Zhuo Huan sneered and snorted.

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Gee.

Fu Chengcheng: Teacher Zhuo's home was originally in Los Angeles.