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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Seventy"

weight="139813"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the early morning of the next day, as soon as Fucheng finished washing, the phone rang.

He took the phone, looked at the name flashing on the screen, and pressed the answer button. "Lina?"

On the other end of the phone, the blonde girl laughed softly: "Bonjour, good morning, vomit."

Fucheng walked out of the bathroom and asked, "I remember you posted on Twitter last week. Now you should be on vacation in Hawaii? Los Angeles is three hours earlier than Hawaii. Where are you..." He looked up. The clock on the wall, "Five o'clock in the morning?"

Lina smiled softly: "You always care more about people, Fu. Before calling you, I just ended the conversation with Reid. He doesn't know that I should be in Hawaii now, and he doesn't care why I wake up so early. ."

Hearing the name, Fucheng lowered his eyes slightly. He opened the closet and his voice was calm: "Call at five o'clock in the morning, Lina, what's the matter?"

"I heard that you made a transaction worth 13 million U.S. dollars yesterday."

"what?"

"That Pagani supercar," Lina smiled brilliantly, "Such a big movement, the entire West Coast knows that it crashed into a top-match Pagani in the underground parking lot of the Waldorf Astoria in Los Angeles last night."

Fucheng: "I didn't know it was worth 13 million U.S. dollars."

Lina: "Don't worry, I have already boarded the plane and returned to Los Angeles. Fu, I just left for a month, and such a big thing happened. But don’t worry, I’m coming back, and it’s hard for you to face Reid during this time. Yes, I know, he is a difficult person. By the way, today I have arranged a car to take you and Reid to the Maifei factory. It's still ten o'clock in the morning on the first floor of the hotel, you know."

Fucheng: "Thank you."

After changed clothes and ate some breakfast casually, at 9:50 in the morning, Fucheng went downstairs.

Lina will always be more punctual than punctual. She said it was ten o'clock, and the car must be waiting downstairs at half past nine. Fucheng got on the car first, and after waiting for ten minutes, the hotel doorman opened the door, and Zhuo Huan bent down and walked in. He raised his eyes, and his eyes met Fucheng's.

Eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

The car started.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the Maifei factory. The two got off the car together. Johnny had been waiting at the door for a long time. With a big smile on his face, he took Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng into the laboratory with his card. Zhuo Huan sneered at Mai Fei's unrelenting defense, making no secret of his sneer. Johnny had a thick face, as if he hadn't heard Zhuo Huan's mockery.

He ran forward to open the door with his work permit.

The tall blond middle-aged man ran to the glass door, bent down, and stuck the work card hanging from his neck to the induction port.

Fucheng looked at Johnny's back from a distance. Westerners seem to sweat easily. After running under the sun for dozens of seconds under the hot sun in June, the back of Johnny's suit was wet with sweat and a circle of sweat stains appeared.

"How is the injury."

The indifferent male voice made Fucheng regain his senses. He turned his head and glanced at the man: "It's okay."

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and looked down at him: "Oh, didn't you twist it?"

"Just touched."

Soon, Johnny ran back: "Well, Mr. Patrick, Mr. Fu, please come with me."

After entering the laboratory, everyone put on white lab coats.

Fucheng went to reproduce the flight test simulation. He would work with the computer simulation experimenter almost every day to reproduce the specific data and flight status of each flight test. And Zhuo Huan will work with Renner and others to conduct laboratory experiments on the newly improved landing gear again and again.

Only when the laboratory successfully achieves a simulated landing, will it be the turn of the real test flight.

At noon, Fucheng bought a sandwich in the western restaurant set up in the factory. Sitting by the window, he tore open the plastic bag of sandwiches while looking at his phone. He lowered his head and took a bite. He paused slightly, looked at the sandwich in his hand for a few seconds, and then resumed eating.

At this time, Su Fei sent a message.

The scene of deja vu is another six points.

Fucheng calmly returned to him: [What the hell is going on. 】

[Su Fei: I really can't hold it anymore! 】

[Su Fei: Brother Fu, I want to tell you a big secret, you have to be mentally prepared! 】

[Fucheng: Huh? 】

[Su Fei: Actually...I don’t actually have a holiday! Do you think I left Los Angeles and went to play if I didn't work every day? certainly not! 】

[Su Fei: No matter what, RIP won't let me say it, but I can't hold it anymore. In fact, I have been colluding with RIP in private, we want to engage in the design secrets of Mai Fei! As RIP said last month, I contacted Tsuna Teiichi’s laboratory and secretly experimented with RIP! Let me tell you, as soon as Emperor Jinna accused him of having a problem, he actually changed his email address and another computer! But he looked like a computer novice. What's the use of changing the computer? He used the Internet of the University of Tokyo. I found him all at once. 】

[Su Fei: Oh, yes, don't tell RIP. He said this was a secret mission for me, and I worked quietly like a spy every day. But he suffocated me. After holding me for a month, he told me not to say anything! 】

The hand holding the sandwich froze in the air, and Fucheng looked at the words flashing on the phone screen silently.

[Su Fei: Brother Fu? 】

[Su Fei: Fucheng? 】

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo told you that? Tell you not to tell other people? 】

[Su Fei: Right. 】

[Fusi: I think he might have said the same thing to many others. 】

[Su Fei:? ? ? 】

Fucheng built a group and pulled old Joseph into the group. Old Joseph sent a question mark emoji expression, and Fucheng said straightforwardly: [Old Joseph, Su Fei just said that he has not actually been on vacation for more than a month. He has been quietly helping Teacher Zhuo with experiments, and Teacher Zhuo asked him to Confidentiality, can't speak out. 】

[Old Joseph: Hahaha, sure enough, Reid arranged work for me more than one person. He also asked me to help him find some information about the landing gear last month. I sent him an e-mail the day before yesterday about a paper on the oil and gas buffer pillar. He also asked me to keep it secret, but he said at the time that the fewer people who know, Mai Feiyue is not easy to find. So at that time I noticed that he had missed his words, maybe he didn't just find me in private. 】

【Su Fei: ...】

[Su Fei: Damn, why is RIP like this! I thought I was doing a great spy mission, and everyone is playing Infernal Affairs? 】

[Senior Joseph: I think this fits Reid's style very well. 】

[Su Fei: What? 】

[Old Joseph: arrogant and arrogant, likes to do things alone, does not love teamwork...In short, low emotional intelligence. 】

[Su Fei: If you scold RIP, add me! 】

In the group, Su Fei began to yell at Zhuo Huan for both sides, and even lied to him. He decided that he would never care about Zhuo Huan anymore, let alone help. The elder Joseph seemed to persuade him, but in fact he was fanning the flames. Just by looking at the text on the screen, you can imagine that the old Joseph behind the phone must be leaning forward with a smile.

[Fucheng: There seems to be progress in the Maifei Lab this morning. 】

Su Fei and Old Joseph asked together: [What? 】

Fucheng thought for a while, recalling the conversation he heard between Zhuo Huan and Mr. Reina. He put the icy sandwich aside and began to type: [The landing gear used by McFei F475 is the most popular design now. Because McFei has always refused to disclose what improvements they have made on the wing, our consultation and assistance here is actually a blind eye, not asking the reason, only the result. 】

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo guessed the direction of Mai Fei's improvement last month, but still don't know how they did it. 】

[Su Fei: Yes, I'm in Tokyo right now, doing experiments with Emperor Tsunai and them, just want to know how to break through this difficulty. 】

[Fucheng: Regardless of the reason, the way to solve this problem is to start with the oil and gas buffer pillar...]

At the same time, in the laboratory, Mai Fei's experimenters input data on the computer to build an industrial model.

Zhuo Huan: "The moment the rear tires touch the ground, as a rule, the impact force of the McFly F475 should not be greater than that of the F485. But the actual situation is not the case. The four test flight data obtained so far are that the impact force is instantaneous. It is larger than F485, but as long as it can maintain stability within 0.34 seconds, the tire pressure will drop sharply, which is lower than the ordinary F475 pressure. So what we need to do is to create a large enough buffer space."

Reina looked at him: "So, double-layer throttle, two-layer buffer?"

Zhuo Huan heard the suspicion between his words: "Why not?"

Reina: "Then why not just make the diameter of the orifice bigger."

Zhuo Huan looked at the solemn face of the white-haired old man, he smiled: "Commercial secrets."

Rainer was taken aback.

Zhuo Huan said indifferently: "You tell me your improvement, and I tell you for what purpose, how to calculate the appropriate double-layer orifice number... Wow, it's really a very reasonable exchange."

Looking at Zhuo Huan's proud and conceited appearance, Renner was startled at first, and soon he sneered: "Have you already calculated the laboratory results."

Zhuo Huan stopped laughing.

Mr. Reyna learned his arrogant appearance, or rather, he didn’t need to learn at all. He himself was more arrogant than his own students: "Wow, Reid, you are not the only genius in the world. You really want to know what neo has done. Improvements can achieve such an amazingly low energy consumption."

Zhuo Huan looked at him coldly.

Reina laughed mockingly: "I can solve your problem, but you can never solve this problem."

Zhuo Huan smiled slowly. He turned and left the Maifei laboratory. As soon as he walked out of the laboratory, the next moment, he took out his cell phone, called Lina, and said angrily: "I'm leaving Los Angeles! Fuck, book me a ticket back to China!"

Lina just landed at Los Angeles International Airport, listening to the angry voice of her friend on the phone, she smiled gently: "My friend, what happened? Your anger is about to explode my phone. Why, Mai Fei's help has been completed To tell you the truth, Mai Fei gave a very high consultation fee this time, and currently they only paid half of the deposit." After a pause, she added: "Sorry, I just remembered that you just last night I crashed and scrapped a 13 million Pagani. Well, in your opinion, McFei probably didn't give much money. Their consulting fee was only 6 million US dollars."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Hanging up the phone directly, Zhuo Huan was in a bad mood.

The quarrel with Thor Rainer actually happened every day after Zhuo Huan entered Mai Fei.

He graduated from university at the age of sixteen and got a doctorate degree. After being introduced by his teacher, he entered Mai Fei. At that time, he met Thor Reiner.

Thor Rainer is a legend in American aviation. He has won the Von Carmen Award three times, and the President personally awarded him the National Security Medal. It is said that in Thor Reina’s home, the most important thing is not furniture, but medals.

Daniel Guggenheim Medal, Bernd Balken Award...

Zhuo Huan knew that these were not "supposedly." This old man has a special room where only the various medals, trophies and medals he has won are placed. And he knew it because the old man took him in for a visit. The old head picked up the von Carmen Award medal like a stone, and asked him arrogantly: "Reid, do you have this? Oh, you seem to have just been nominated, not yet. Then look at it more, this I have three dollars."

...Shit!

Nine years ago, Thor Reiner suddenly ceased to be the chief designer of McFly. He actually retired on his own initiative. It was not forced, nor was it because of his age, but one day he suddenly looked at Zhuo Huan and said to him, "I will leave it to you." Then the next day, he submitted his resignation and gave Mai Fei the position of chief designer. Handed it over.

This decision of Thor Reiner was too sudden for everyone to accept.

Zhuo Huan was not surprised. He sneered in the laboratory and asked, "Because your design can't match mine on F485."

Then, for the first and only time, this conceited old man did not refute his words, but took a deep look at him and said to him: "Yes, I can't compare to you."

Thinking back to this scene, Zhuo Huan regretted every time, why didn't he make a video at that time, and recorded it every day to enjoy it. And now, this bad old man turned into that nasty look again.

It's really annoying.

Zhuo Huan took out the cigarette case from his pocket and wanted to go to the smoking room. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Under the huge French windows, the thin and handsome young man lowered his head slightly. The warm sunlight shone from behind him, reflected on the marble floor tiles, glowing with cold colors. He sat there quietly and softly, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a sandwich in the other, eating slowly.

Each time, it takes only a small bite, then mechanically chews seven times, and then swallows.

Zhuo Huan's gaze fell on that thin lips, and then slowly fell.

He seemed to have become the food that was eaten by Fucheng. In the mouth, crush it with your teeth and lick with your tongue. Then, he entered the esophagus and was squeezed warmly by him. The raised Adam's apple rolled on the slender neck, and finally... he was torn into his body by this man.

Open the cigarette case and take out a cigarette. Biting the cigarette holder without lighting it, Zhuo Huan leaned against the door, just watching the young man eating the sandwich bit by bit.

Zhuo Huan licked his dry lips, his body reacted very honestly, but his irritable brain calmed down.

Under the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fucheng was still typing in the group, telling Su Fei and Old Joseph about the current research progress.

Beside the distant door, Zhuo Huan looked at him closely.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan turned and walked into the smoking room. He sat on the sofa, looked up at the sky, and gently spit out the smoke ring. Fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to watch for a long time. Look at one day, look at one month, look at one year.

However, in the next second, the underground parking lot suddenly flashed in his mind, and the person looked back calmly and indifferently.

In an instant, all the people who wanted to rush out to grab this person's hand and squeeze him for a while disappeared in that instant.

"It's fucking boring."

When returning to the hotel in the evening, Fucheng got into the car and found that Zhuo Huan was already sitting in the back seat.

He did not sit with Zhuo Huan, but sat opposite him.

After driving the car for a while, Zhuo Huan said, "I will return to Shencheng next week."

Fucheng raised his head: "Is the landing gear improved?"

Zhuo Huan: "There is a direction for improvement. In three days, the laboratory conclusions can be drawn directly."

Fucheng: "Yeah."

Then there was a long silence.

Fucheng: "Su Fei told me today that he is now in Tokyo and is doing experiments for you."

Zhuo Huan finally had an expression on his cold face. He let out a weird "ha" and asked, "What did he tell you?"

Fucheng: "Yeah."

"Oh, it's a good secret."

"You seem to say the same to me."

Zhuo Huan raised his head and looked at the youth.

Fucheng lowered his eyes and his voice was calm: "A month ago, you said that you want to understand the improvement direction of Maifei's new model, so I don't want to tell others."

Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly. After a few seconds, he stretched his tone: "Oh, yes, there is such a thing."

"So Su Fei is not unsecured, you lied to him first."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "The more people you know, the less safe you will be discovered by Mai Fei. Fucheng, don't you understand this."

Fucheng glanced at him: "Yeah."

Go back to the hotel and enter the elevator. Along the way, there was silent silence, and no one spoke.

On the 23rd floor, the elevator door opened, and Zhuo Huan strode out first. Fucheng looked at his back, suddenly no longer had the strength to follow him. He just watched Zhuo Huan walk forward until the elevator door closed. Fucheng quickly pressed the elevator door. He raised his eyes, struggling with a glimmer of hope, and looked at the opening of the elevator door.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger.

That beam of light is getting brighter...

But no one was waiting there.

Still that figure, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and was about to walk to his room at the end of the corridor. He didn't look back or glance at it.

Fucheng was silent, and stepped out of the elevator.

Both of them did not speak, each took out the room card, opened the door, and entered the house.

Soon after returning to the room, Fucheng received a call from Lina.

"Fuck, I'm in the western restaurant on the third floor. I just returned to Los Angeles. Have you already arrived at the hotel? Have you had dinner? Would you like to come down with Reid to have dinner with me? I left the restaurant with three great beef , There is the share between you and Reid."

Fucheng smiled and said, "No, I'm not hungry."

Lina was surprised: "Aren't you coming?"

"No thanks."

"Well, see you tomorrow, I wish you a good dream, good night."

"Good night."

After a brief wash, Fucheng wiped his hair, and his belly screamed in the quiet room. He remembered blankly that he didn't seem to have dinner. Open the small refrigerator in the hotel suite, there are all kinds of food in it, Fucheng took a piece of bread out. He quietly tore the bread into small pieces and put them in his mouth.

Every time, chew carefully seven times, and then swallow.

After eating a whole loaf of bread silently, he stood up and turned off the light.

Western restaurant on the third floor of the hotel.

Zhuo Huan walked into the restaurant, and when he found Lina, the waiter pulled out the chair for him.

Lina looked at her friend: "The western restaurant should have been closed, but I guessed that you hadn’t eaten, so I asked the chef to wait for a while. I’ve already decided on the staple food. Look at the others, Reid, what do you want to eat? ."

Zhuo Huan didn't look at the recipe handed by the waiter. He spoke a few words in French and directly determined the meal he wanted.

Lina: "It's a pity, Fu seems to be sleepy, I also specially reserved a piece of beef for him."

Zhuo Huan didn't lift his eyelids, just let out a chuckle from his throat.

Just when the appetizers were served, Lina looked up and saw someone. She was surprised: "Uncle Patrick."

Zhuo Huan paused with his knife and fork and turned his head. Seeing the man, he sighed directly.

The waiter opened the chair for him, and Mr. Zhuo sat down directly. He ignored his son, and said to Lina first: "I heard from the chef that a beautiful and generous lady asked him to save three portions of beef. I Thinking, who else can be praised by him in this hotel? It really is you, Lina."

Lina smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Patrick."

Zhuo Jing: "Mind if I taste your extra beef?"

Lina: "Of course I don't mind."

Lina gave a few instructions to the waiter and asked the chef to cook the beef that was reserved for Fucheng and serve it to Zhuo Jing.

The three had a meal together for a while, and Mr. Zhuo and Lina were talking and laughing. Uncle Zhuo just pretended that these two people didn't exist, and sneered and ate his own food.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhuo turned his head to look at his son, and sighed: "I heard that the Pagani that you gave to you by your father hit you yesterday, Reid?"

Zhuo Huan asked with a smile but not a smile: "The entire United States already knows about this, knowingly ask?"

Zhuo Jing frowned gracefully, and said helplessly: "You, you really spend money. Did your mother say anything to you yesterday."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, I'm finished." With that, he stood up, turned and left.

Lina called to him, "Reid, there are still several dishes left."

Mr. Zhuo didn't plan to call his son again, because he knew that even if he did, his son would not come back. He said directly to the waiter: "Take off all his cutlery. I have long felt that the table is too small to fit."

After sitting directly where Zhuo Huan was just sitting, Mr. Zhuo started talking to Lina again.

After the two had tasted the staple food, the chef came to them. Mr. Zhuo never spared his compliments. He expressed his love for today's dishes to the chef in French.

After the chef left, before serving dessert, Lina wiped the corners of her mouth and asked, "Uncle Patrick, was Aunt Kelly also in the underground parking lot yesterday."

People all over the United States only know that a Pagani worth tens of millions was crashed in a Waldorf parking lot by the rich second generation, but they don't know why it was crashed and discarded. After this happened, Zhuo Jing got the news and quickly blocked all the information, even Lina could not find out the reason.

Mr. Zhuo glanced at the blonde woman across the table, and the gentleman smiled: "Yes, Reid's mother is also there."

Lina: "What is Aunt Kelly doing there."

Mr. Zhuo smiled: "Why don't you ask Reid?"

Lina blinked helplessly, without asking more.

Obviously, Uncle Zhuo didn't want to mention what happened that night, and she certainly wouldn't ask.

The two of them joked and ate this expensive French meal. Mr. Zhuo: "By the way, Lina, I have someone rebooked the hotel. Before leaving Los Angeles, please change to another hotel."

Lina questioned: "Uncle Patrick?"

"Reid's mother already knows about this place, it's better to change to a hotel."

"Uncle Patrick, you really make me wonder why."

Mr. Zhuo thought for a while and blinked gently: "Although you and Kelly shouldn't have much chance to contact, but I also advise you not to have any contact with her. Believe me, staying away from her is an incomparably right Decide."

Lina slowly straightened her expression, looked at the man across the table, and was silent for a moment. She said: "Uncle Patrick, you are my elder, but I don't agree. You are in front of a junior and use these words to evaluate your wife. Aunt Kelly, she is your wife."

Mr. Zhuo: "Oh?"

Lina smiled slightly: "I'm going back to the room first, Uncle Patrick, goodbye."

Mr. Zhuo said helplessly: "Wait a minute, Lina, I don't want a beautiful lady to misunderstand me. Believe me, I'm just telling the truth. Well... Do you remember that I wanted to divorce Reid's mother six years ago? What's the matter?"

Lina frowned, "Of course."

"We were not divorced at that time."

"Because Aunt Kelly called Reid back, Reid persuaded you."

Mr. Zhuo rarely showed such a sarcastic smile. He curled up his thin lips, and his tone was full of sarcastic: "Yes, yes, she called Reid back home, but she didn't ask Reid to persuade me."

Lina realized that something was wrong, she hesitated: "Uncle Patrick?"

Mr. Zhuo said calmly: "She just put the knife on her son's neck, and then told me, if I abandon her..."

"She will kill my son."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: On the first day of the quarrel, missed Fucheng's body.