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Chapter Seventy Four
COMAC, namely Huaguo Commercial Aircraft Co., Ltd.
Since airplanes have become a common mode of transportation for the masses, the two major aircraft manufacturers of the United States, Boeing and McFly, have occupied the market and have almost monopolized the manufacturing market of all civil aviation aircraft in the world. By the 1970s, the four European countries jointly established Airbus to develop civil aviation aircraft on their own, hoping to equalize with American aircraft manufacturers. In addition, there are several relatively small aircraft manufacturers such as McDonnell Douglas and Embraer, occupying very little market share.
China was a lot slower than the West in aircraft manufacturing, and it was not until the beginning of this century that COMAC was established.
China wants to build its own aircraft, and it has been quite effective over the past ten years, but most domestic airlines still use Boeing, McFly, and Airbus aircraft. On the one hand, the aircraft manufactured by the latter is of high quality, high quality and low price. On the other hand, COMAC has only been established for just 13 years, and its level of aircraft manufacturing is indeed inferior to that of the West.
When Fucheng and Zhuohuan arrived at the COMAC T1 factory, the staff were already waiting at the door.
Unlike when entering the Maifei factory, you have to change to a car to enter. The two drove into the factory directly under the leadership of COMAC staff.
On the flat and vast plain, a large factory building stands in the sun. The exterior is a high wall painted with white paint. Only a large blue and green COMAC logo is printed on the top corner of each factory building.
First went to the factory to visit the specific manufacturing process, and then under the leadership of the staff, the two came to the laboratory.
In the laboratory, technicians wearing white lab coats kept communicating with their peers and discussing data with each other. The various parts of the airplane were disassembled in different categories in the laboratory.
The airplane is a huge whole, but if you want to design it well, you have to take every detail into consideration.
As small as the millimeter thickness of the outer surface of the fuselage, as large as the operation and calculation of the telex system.
Fucheng's eyes slid over these parts one by one. Unlike Mai Fei's cold and streamlined experimental manufacturing, the designers discussed more in COMAC's laboratory. However, their movements are much slower than Mai Fei. It is almost visible to the naked eye that these people are excellent talents in aircraft manufacturing, but their experience is far inferior to that of the veteran aircraft manufacturers with decades of history on the other side of the ocean.
Passing through the two laboratories, a middle-aged man in a suit walked towards him. He stretched out his hand and stated his identity: "I am Wu Hui, the person in charge of the COMAC S1 laboratory. I am mainly responsible for the CR939 project. Hello, Mr. Zhuo." Then he turned his head and looked at Fucheng, "Fu Major."
Zhuo Huan also stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands.
Zhuo Huan went straight to the subject: "Where is the current progress?"
Chief Designer Wu: "CR939 was developed by ourselves based on the experience of CR929 and the Russian joint design. The current progress has completed the construction of the aircraft's main fly-by-wire system, but there are still some things worth discussing on the wing and airfoil. Place." After a pause, he looked at Zhuo Huan and said: "About what you said before, the distribution of vortices and chord lines..."
Yes, this morning Fucheng suddenly received a call from an old leader in the army, asking him to assist Zhuo Huan to come to COMAC's factory to help COMAC design and manufacture CR939 large wide-body commercial aircraft.
Every airplane, from the moment it is ready to be designed, is not just the matter of the airplane designer alone.
It needs an excellent chief designer, leading hundreds of designers, and going through thousands of days and nights before it can be designed. At the same time, it is the test pilot who grows up with it, witnesses the inspection, and performs every mission of its flight.
The test pilots will join the team on the day the aircraft is designed. On the basis of understanding the aircraft, they cooperate with the work of the aircraft designer. The two sides work together to build the aircraft.
Zhuo Huan first listened to Chief Designer Wu to introduce the current progress. With the words introduced by the other party, his brows became more frowning. When Chief Designer Wu said a certain part, he directly interrupted: "Take me to the laboratory."
"now?"
"Um."
"Uh, yes, please come with me."
The staff swiped the access control with the key card, and Zhuo Huan followed behind him and strode out of the laboratory. At the moment he was about to walk out, he seemed to think of something. He turned his head and said to Fucheng: "You should know the people of the test flight team. I am more familiar with you and cooperate more closely. Therefore, the test flight mission of the new wing, give it to you."
Fucheng was slightly startled, he looked at Zhuo Huan and nodded: "Yeah."
Therefore, the two soldiers were divided into two routes, one went to the wing laboratory, and the other, led by the staff, went to the factory where the test pilots were located.
When seeing the two young test pilots, Fucheng finally understood why Zhuo Huan would say that he knew each other.
China attaches great importance to the CR939 aircraft of COMAC, and specially calls excellent air force pilots from the army to serve as test pilots. One of them is Zhuo Huan's younger brother, Du Sen.
When the young pilot with a shaved head saw Fucheng, he was stunned for a while, and then ran over in surprise: "Major Fu? Brother?!"
When another person heard this, he hurried over: "You are Major Fuchengfu?"
Fucheng nodded.
Du Sen smiled and said happily: "I have heard from the monitor that my senior might be transferred to help for a while. I didn't expect to see me." Before Fucheng could speak, the honest and honest young man scratched. My head suddenly thought: "Hey, brother, don’t you know who I am? I’m Duson! I am also a student of the Qi team. You graduated from the training camp for two years before I went in, but I always listen to the Qi team. Speaking of you."
Fucheng smiled and said: "I know, you are excellent. I often heard your name when I was in the army. You broke many records in the training camp."
Du Sen: "You don't break as much as your brother."
Another pilot: "Well, Duson, let your brother sign us?"
As soon as these words fell, two young boys in their early twenties looked at Fucheng together. In the hot and simple eyes, there is no extra color. For example, the cleanest and clearest eyeballs of animal cubs have only reverence and strong admiration.
Du Sen: "Brother, all right..."
Fucheng smiled: "Okay!"
Fucheng signed the two young pilots, and the two fold the paper carelessly and put it in the pockets of the military uniforms.
Knowing the purpose of this trip to Fucheng, Du Sen enthusiastically introduced him to the previous flight tests.
"Old Zhou and I joined the CR939 project early last year. Old Zhou has been following the progress. Sometimes I will be transferred back to the army for other tasks..."
Fucheng nodded while listening.
Commercial airplanes are different from fighter jets. The former is more concerned about economy and how to reduce costs. The latter is more dependent on pilots, so in the design process, the pilot flight test requirements are also higher.
In just one hour, Fucheng learned about the flight test of the aircraft in the past two years and the current design progress.
Old Zhou: "I just finished a test flight last week. According to the law, I think I will have to wait at least one month for the next time."
Fucheng raised his head and glanced at the simulator standing in the middle of the factory building. His eyes were firm and he said, "No."
"Um?"
"At most a week, he will definitely give a new design plan."
The two test pilots looked at each other and confirmed that their companions were confused, so they didn't ask more.
After the exchange of work matters, Du Sen couldn't help asking: "Brother, why did you suddenly retire?"
Fucheng looked at him, he thought for a while, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "What version did you hear?"
Before Du Sen spoke, Old Zhou said: "I know this. The version I heard is that something happened to your family, brother, and your family does not agree with you to continue to be an Air Force pilot, and you will be discharged."
Du Sen: "Hey, why did you call brother too."
Old Zhou: "Hey, they're all Chinese Air Force pilots. Call out what's wrong with brother."
Fucheng: "Almost."
Both young pilots looked at him curiously.
Fucheng looked at Du Sen: "What do you think."
Du Sen thought for a while and asked: "Is it related to Team Qi?"
Fucheng looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded: "Well, it's a bit related."
When he came out of the laboratory, the sky was full of stars.
On the desolate and flat plain, the dark dome was down on the ground, and stars gleamed in it. Looking to the west, the edge of the sky is still a warm red orange, which is the appearance of the night being reflected by the city lights, and it is also the direction of the Shencheng district. The COMAC factory is located on the East Sea. It is rare that in such a strong night, you can still see the stars that are not soaked by modern civilization.
Zhuo Huan walked to the car, but after a while, Fucheng also walked out of the factory.
Zhuo Huan glanced at him and unlocked the car.
No one spoke, and the two got into the car each.
Inserting the key into the car hole, Zhuo Huan first opened the window to ventilate, to dissipate the heat that had been roasted by the sun all day. The cool evening breeze blew on the two of them. When the heat was almost dissipated, Zhuo Huan closed the window, turned on the air conditioner, and stepped on the accelerator. Amid the roar of the engine, the huge inertia caused Fucheng to fall backward, his back pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and it took a few seconds to stabilize.
After leaving the COMAC factory, Zhuo Huan reached out to turn on the car stereo.
In the melodious and gentle English female voice, Zhuo Huan asked faintly: "It took so long for the test pilot to transfer the work?"
As if realizing what this person would say next, Fucheng lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he replied: "The handover was completed two hours ago."
"Oh."
There was another long silence.
Three minutes later.
Zhuo Huan: "Is it difficult?"
Fucheng: "It's not difficult."
Zhuo Huan: "Then what are you waiting for me for two hours?"
Fucheng: "It's quite far from the Shencheng District."
Zhuo Huan pressed the steering wheel with one hand. He raised his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror. Through the light reflected by the car lights, he looked at Fucheng's fuzzy eyebrows. The slender and handsome eyes drooped slightly, and the eyelashes were extremely long, so they fell under the eyes with a faint dark color. The youth looked calm, and answered him in a calm tone: "It's not convenient to take a taxi so far."
The fingers holding the steering wheel tightened, and a few seconds later, Zhuo Huan smiled: "Hey, would you like to pay me the fare?"
Fucheng raised his eyes and glanced at him.
After a minute, the phone rang, and Zhuo Huan looked down.
"...Fuck! Are you fucking sick?"
Fucheng's voice returned to him indifferently: "What you said, taxi fare."
Zhuo Huan was very irritable. He opened the window and reached into his pocket with the other hand to fetch the cigarette case. However, one raised his head and saw in the rearview mirror. The young man sitting in the passenger seat turned his head to look out the window. He also opened the window and seemed to know that the person next to him was about to smoke, so he opened the window for ventilation.
After watching quietly for two seconds, Zhuo Huan closed the window and put the cigarette case that he had just taken out back into his pocket. He took apart a piece of gum and chewed it.
After a two-hour drive back to Shencheng City, he sent Fucheng home first, and Zhuo Huan drove back.
Early the next morning, Uncle Zhuo rarely opened his eyes before eight o'clock. He walked into the bathroom with a tired face to wash, and when he finally woke up, he remembered to take a look at his cell phone, and then he saw the message from Fucheng.
[Fucheng: I have already taken a taxi to COMAC. I was familiar with the terrain yesterday, Teacher Zhuo, I don’t need to borrow your car anymore today. 】
Zhuo Huan: "..."
For five days in a row, Fucheng and Zhuo Huan hadn't seen each other again.
In fact, just want to say that have seen it, or have seen it. When new results are released from the laboratory, the flight test team will be notified, and the two sides will exchange opinions. But other than that, there is no contact.
On the afternoon of the sixth day, Fu Chengzheng and Du Sen reconfirmed the flight test mission tomorrow. Du Sen suddenly looked behind him, and Fu Cheng was taken aback, followed his gaze and looked back. saw Zhuo Huan wearing sunglasses and walking over while chewing gum.
Zhuo Huan: "I want to go back to UAAG to get something."
Fucheng: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan: "Help me move things."
"……good."
In the Ferrari, the two went all the way west. This time it was the sunset, and before it was dark, they returned to the Shencheng district.
No one spoke up along the way.
After arriving at the UAAG headquarters building, Zhuo Huan parked his car in the public parking lot on the first floor, and the two took the elevator upstairs together.
Fucheng remembered that when they left last week, the old Joseph and others all took a step first, only the decoration staff were still busy. When he came back this time, he opened his eyes in surprise as soon as he entered the door.
During their absence this week, the decorators almost changed the UAAG headquarters. Originally, UAAG didn't have a few rooms at all. Lina's design concept was open-ended cooperation. Except for places such as conference rooms and database, no other walls were built.
Now, Lina has designed many separate rooms. Although it is currently unclear what each is used for, this once open place has completely changed.
The decoration staff left work a long time ago, leaving only Lina's seat with a lot of documents.
Fucheng glanced twice, he was taken aback, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "The airfoil of the Maifei F475 changes direction?"
Zhuo Huan hummed lazily: "Move to my car."
Fucheng was silent, and began to help carry this box of materials.
This large amount of information was calculated through hard work they spent five days and five nights in Los Angeles last month, plus more than a month of preparation. Although this is just one direction and did not really steal Mai Fei’s business secrets, Fucheng will naturally see that at this time, Zhuo Huan wants to use the airfoil modification technology on COMAC’s new aircraft. It is with Mai Fei. A book of the same origin. Although they are not the same, they are inspired by it.
There is no plagiarism in the field of science.
What you can get from the same experiment depends on your qualifications.
This is the world of genius.
After moving back and forth three times, finally moved this box of materials downstairs and put it in the front trunk of the car.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, the setting sun was sinking, and many white-collar workers working in the building also gradually came out of the gate.
UAAG headquarters is very close to Fucheng home.
After Zhuo Huan finished carrying things, he moved his wrist and took out the car key from his pocket. Fucheng looked at his back and was silent for a moment. He was about to say that he wanted to go home alone, so that Zhuo Huan didn't have to send it. He heard a surprised female voice sounded from behind: "Fucheng?!"
Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, he turned around and saw the person coming: "Su Qui?"
The beautiful woman in a Chanel suit carried an LV chain bag in her left hand, stepped on stilettos, and walked over. She glanced at the car behind Fucheng and asked in surprise, "Is your car?"
Fucheng looked back and said, "No, my friend's."
After hearing this, Zhuo Huan stood by the car door with his hands in his pockets, looking at Fucheng's back with a smile.
However, Fucheng seemed to be unaware of anything.
Su quietly let out a soft "Oh", her gaze swayed on Zhuo Huan's face, a little amazing, but she quickly retracted her gaze. She looked up seriously and smiled at Fucheng: "I haven't contacted me since I finished coffee in the cafe last time. I sent you a WeChat message two weeks ago, why didn't you answer me?"
Fucheng was silent: "Sorry, maybe I didn't see it."
Su Wei: "I know you are busy. You have lost a lot of weight. Are you working in this building?"
Fucheng: "Yeah."
Su Wei: "What a coincidence, I'm next door! I haven't seen you before."
Fucheng: "I travel a lot and rarely work in the company."
The gorgeous and dazzling woman pulled the hair that fell from her forehead to her ears, and she smiled slightly: "Well, do you have time for the class reunion next month. I will send you a WeChat message for this. Me and They said, this time they will definitely be able to bring you here." She blinked pitifully, "You won't stop going again, let me lose face, Fucheng."
Suddenly seeing Su Wei, this incident caught Fu Cheng completely by surprise, and then the other party mentioned about the classmate gathering.
Fu Cheng was stunned, and did not speak for a while.
Su quietly raised red lips: "Let me tell you carefully, this classmate's reunion is that something went wrong in a classmate's house, and everyone wants to help him. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, or maybe we have a meal together. Supper, I happen to be able to talk to you too?"
Fucheng's lips moved and he was about to speak, when a man's casual voice came from behind him.
"Hey, Fucheng."
The body was stiff, Fucheng turned around.
The sunglasses were pushed on the forehead by the man, revealing those clear and elegant eyes. Zhuo Huan put one hand on the roof of the car, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at him sideways. He said in a loose tone, "Didn't he say he was eating with me."
The afterglow of the setting sun submerged under the horizon and was obscured by high-rise buildings, the night gradually became darker, and the heart gradually sank.
His eyes met, Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan quietly, Zhuo Huan smiled and looked at him silently.
Just a few seconds, but like a long life.
Fucheng smiled and said: "Have you said that, Teacher Zhuo, did you remember it wrong? I'm going to have dinner with my friends, what else is there?"
Looking at the young man's smiling face for a long time, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and gently pulled down the sunglasses.
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, that might be my memory wrong."
Fucheng: "I'm leaving now, Teacher Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan: "Yeah."
In the gloomy night, many white-collar workers got off work and walked out of the building. Among the young figures, there are men and women, and many lovers walking side by side.
Among so many men and women, the handsome youth and pretty women are undoubtedly the most outstanding.
She must be a very talkative woman. She raised her head to look at Fucheng from time to time, and she liked to laugh when she spoke, so she revealed two cute and sweet little pear nests.
Zhuo Huan watched them and disappeared at the door of the parking lot step by step.
Take out the silver cigarette case from his pocket and draw out a cigarette.
With a click, light it up.
He leaned on the car door, looking at the intersection where the two disappeared, smoking a cigarette in the night breeze silently.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...
The lights in the building were turned off one after another, and fewer and fewer white-collar workers came out.
The last cigarette in the pack is gone.
Zhuo Huan raised his head and looked at the sky. He took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His light-colored eyes were all at a loss. He was also at a loss and naive, like someone who didn't know where he was and was lost.child.
His lips opened, and finally, slowly closed again.
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