Landing On My Heart

Chapter Six

However, Fu Mingyu has a headache recently.

Three years ago, when the major airlines signed the acj31 procurement contract with COMAC, COMAC had already begun planning to train pilots of the corresponding models, and deliver them when the aircraft was delivered. In layman's terms, selling an airplane to you also packs up a trained driver and sells it to you.

Since the acj30 is the first passenger aircraft independently developed by COMAC, it has not yet been launched and has attracted much attention, and at the same time, it is also under great pressure, so the training of pilots is particularly strict.

This group of pilots wiped out tens of thousands of pilots only after preliminary screening, and then they fought in rounds in the abnormal elimination rate of the Flying Academy.

But even so, the ability of successfully graduated pilots is divided into three or six or nine.

Therefore, as early as two months ago, the major airlines started a battle for pilots. Everyone wanted the best pilots because they were one of the most powerful guarantees for aviation safety.

At this stage, the best batch has been divided up.

Of course, just as there will be a champion in the college entrance examination every year, there will be a best student in each semester of the Flying Academy.

At this moment, only the best student is left who still has no idea.

"Mr. Fu, the talk was not done." The new secretary, Bai Yang, walked into Fu Mingyu's office with a look of embarrassment. "The intention of the best student is Beihang."

"Then did he say the reason?" Fu Mingyu asked.

The best student in this period, the flight record is called a beautiful, whether it is theoretical knowledge or practical ability, every test is held in the same period, stepping on a group of heavenly pride, and even the coaches. I praised that I rarely saw such a strong student, so it caused fierce looting by various families.

"No." Boyang replied, "We have given the best conditions within the acceptable range, and it will definitely not be worse than Beihang, but she still chose Beihang, which seems to be a personal wish."

Fu Mingyu raised his hand, touching his forehead with two fingers, and said "tsk".

"So." Fu Mingyu said, "Vice President Hu is also on a business trip there. You will visit Vice President Hu in person tomorrow."

Boyang adjusted his collar and went out to book tickets immediately.

Early the next morning, there was a call from the Flight Academy.

Fu Mingyu had just arrived at the company and was walking hurriedly across the corridor. The executive secretary served coffee and placed it quietly at Fu Mingyu's desk.

"Mr. Fu, it seems that it's still not okay." Boyang on the other end of the phone has lost his temper. "She said that Beihang plane meals are delicious. What is the reason? Our first-class chef is Michelin-level!"

This sound is just playing tricks.

Fu Mingyu stopped in front of the French window and asked, "Where are you now?"

"Just outside their Academic Affairs Office, Vice President Hu is still inside."

"Let him answer the phone and I will talk to him."

Bai Yang was stunned and said yes.

Fu Mingyu took a sip of coffee, and the person on the other end of the phone was changed, but there was no sound.

"Hello there."

Fu Mingyu spoke first, "I am Fu Mingyu, Hengshi Aviation Operations Director."

The other end of the phone remained stagnant for a while before I heard a fluttering "Mr. Fu Hao."

Fu Mingyu had a meal.

female?

Depressing the brief surprise, Fu Mingyu turned around and sat down, "It's convenient to ask, are you dissatisfied with which condition of Shihang?"

The people over there said lazily: "There is nothing dissatisfied, but Beihang's food is better."

Fu Mingyu feels that he is a pity, and he can maintain a good temper for the reason for taking Joe this way. "This is simple. If you need it, you can let the chef prepare meals for you separately before each voyage."

"That's so troublesome."

"No trouble, any other ideas?"

On the other end of the phone, the conditions were listed one by one.

Talked for more than twenty minutes.

It's not tricky, Fu Mingyu can still accept it.

While talking, Fu Mingyu opened the pilot details folder in the computer, sorted according to the flight record score, found the highest one, and saw a photo in the image column.

Pilots are particular about body shape, so the full-length photos are attached.

The person above is wearing a student uniform, standing tall and slender, standing under the wing, full of vigor and good temperament.

It seems to be plain?

Fu Mingyu zoomed in on the photo, and saw a face that didn't show up.

His eyes stopped and flowed for a moment, always feeling a touch of familiarity.

But this feeling flashed by and was denied by myself.

If he had seen this woman, he would definitely be impressed.

"Mr. Fu, are you still listening? If you think it's too much, let's forget it. I have no relationship with Shihang."

"What?" Fu Mingyu clicked the mouse and turned off the photo. "The signal was bad just now and I didn't hear clearly."

There seemed to be a chuckle on the other end, "I said, I want to double my annual salary."

Fu Mingyu opened his mouth and said, "Okay."

This time it was the turn of the person on the other end of the phone.

He didn't expect him to be so happy.

"Any other conditions?"

"No, no more."

"Then, happy cooperation?"

He changed his breath over there, seeming to have recovered, and said, "Mr. Fu, do you really want me to come?"

Fu Mingyu didn't know why she said that, but felt that her patience today was surprisingly good.

Maybe it's because I can't understand that Beihang's little banquet who has never dealt with him always shines.

But the shadow of that plane flashed in his mind.

"Well, I am looking forward to it."

"Then I will think about it again."

It seems a bit reluctant.

After the phone was hung up, Fu Mingyu's hand was still holding the posture of answering the phone, and he was stunned for a moment.

Isn't Shihang bad in the pilot circle?

It is reasonable to say that it is impossible. Shihang is definitely the industry leader in employee benefits.

Fu Mingyu put down the phone and thought for a while, not knowing what went wrong.

While waiting, he opened his resume again.

As soon as the mouse reached the picture, the bell rang again.

It's Bai Yang still calling.

Fu Mingyu paused for a moment, then answered the phone, but Bo Yang was talking.

"Something else?"

At this moment, Boyang ran to the outside corridor again, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, have you figured it out? Double the annual salary. Although the salary is confidential, it is not good to let other pilots know about it."

"I know."

"that……"

"Look at the contract." Fu Mingyu said, "Another annual salary goes to my account."

"but……"

"Bielong! Ready to prepare 2 镫嗷Era ring 菽晷蘷蘷謥笥笥曷曷虬葉 嬥笥笥曷曷葉蠟堑堑闱 5 twisted roasted 闳闳馑覑覑硪關阄阄億優會襪護 Mu Bengxian paralysis Kang Ne, Zheng Rake, forgive me!

"But she said she still has to think about it."

"It's okay, let her consider."

Fu Mingyu loosened a button on his suit and rubbed his brow bone.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, seven hours had passed since the call ended.

Fu Mingyu never felt that seven hours were so long.

He was sitting in the conference room, and a group of people talked about the planning of the first flight of acj31, which made him a headache.

During the period, he looked at Boyang twice and pointed to his mobile phone, meaning that he asked if there was a call from the flight academy, and Boyang shook his head.

At this point, the meeting had come to an end, and everyone in the planning department below looked at Fu Mingyu and waited for him to give instructions.

There were three planning books in front of Fu Mingyu, spread out one by one, but his eyes never fell on them.

The entire conference room was silent for three seconds, and everyone looked at Fu Mingyu tremblingly.

His expression was like "You are not worthy of the acj31 plane I bought at a high price" on his face.

Just when everyone thought he hadn’t listened at all, he opened his mouth and said: “P1 group, forty minutes of media reports, are without focus. How much is it that wastes such a long time to delay the airport’s flow control? P2 group, the publicity is boring, and the presentation White, the focus is vague, and the choice of media channels lacks reasonableness. The p3 group does not have any effective publicity concepts, multiply resources, cross-border creativity, and strong execution. If you can't do these three points, don't submit a planning book. "

The meeting room was silent for a while, and the needle drop was identifiable.

"The meeting is over."

Fu Mingyu pushed open the plan book in front of the door, got up and said, "Return the plan next week."

Everyone held their breath and watched Fu Mingyu go out, and the three team leaders came back to pack their things in a dark face.

Someone asked Bai Yang in a low voice, "Mr. Fu is in a bad mood today?"

Bai Yang smiled helplessly, did not speak, and chased out in two steps.

At this time, the cell phone rang and Bai Yang stopped to answer, his expression gradually relaxed.

The person in front turned his head, and Boyang gave him an "ok" gesture.

Fu Mingyu looked sideways at the blue sky outside the glass window and released a button on his suit.

The contract was drafted very quickly, and it came down within a few days, and Boyang specially showed it to Fu Mingyu.

He saw that there was no comment, and Boyang sent it to the Flying Academy.

This hard bone was chewed off. Boyang rubbed his shoulders and said, "It's hard to raise a woman and a villain, so I'm not deceived."

At this time, the banquet from Beihang always called.

"Fu Mingyu, what kind of trick did you use to steal my people?"

"Your person?" Fu Mingyu got up and smiled lightly. "Is it yours after the contract is signed?"

The two companies are leaders in the industry, competing with each other and complementing each other, and they have their own understanding of each other.

Yan'an put a lot of effort into this matter, asked someone to talk about career planning, and used the captain's conditions that the pilots most care about as bait.

Precisely because he was too decent, he never expected Fu Mingyu to spend money directly.

Yan An sneered with anger, "Okay, don't argue with you about this, anyway, now that the person is yours, you just tell me, how did you get it away?"

Fu Mingyu: "Rely on personality charm."

"..."

Yan An didn't even roll his eyes, so he just held up the phone.

Fu Mingyu put down the phone, walked to the window, stretched his brows, and felt comfortable watching the endless rain outside.

Thinking of something, he turned around and asked: "When will acj31 come?"

Bo Yang said: "The air traffic control has already arranged it. The first plane will take off at 4 o'clock in the morning on Saturday. If nothing goes wrong, it will land at Jiangcheng International Airport on time at 6:14."

Fu Mingyu nodded and asked, "Where is she?"

Bai Yang froze for a moment before realizing who Fu Mingyu said "she" was.

"The flight academy said not to waste every opportunity to fly in the back row, so she will fly with me this time, but the personnel department and logistics department will not go to work on Saturday. She will formally enter the job on Monday."

Fu Mingyu turned and sat down, opened a document in front of him, and suddenly said, "What time is the plane to Huaicheng this Saturday?"

This Boyang couldn't remember clearly, he took out his phone and looked at it, and said, "Seven o'clock in the morning."

Fu Mingyu said lightly: "Yeah."

On Saturday, the sky was just getting dark, and the east was white.

The weather today is not good, and clouds and waves are surging in the low places, blocking the light of Venus.

Very few flights take off and land at this time, which is the cleanest time of the day at the airport.

There are a lot of people in the waiting hall, but it is surprisingly quiet, occasionally there is a gentle sound of flipping through papers, adults may look at their mobile phones or take a nap, and a few children lie in the arms of their parents playing and sleeping.

Fu Mingyu, Boyang and two assistants walked quickly, walked through the corridor, and walked straight to the boarding gate.

There was a long line in front, but the first-class aisle was still empty, waiting for the last first-class guest to board the plane.

But at this moment, Fu Mingyu raised his hand to look at his watch, paused, and turned his head to look out the window.

The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the terminal building provide unobstructed views of the apron, and even the indicator signs on the ground are clear.

At this moment, an airplane burst out of the sky, the wings split the air, and fell majestic, landing smoothly on the center of the runway at an inclination of 8 degrees, sprinting all the way.

Even though the rumbling sound of the terminal building was cut off, the aviation people seemed to have intuition. A group of flight attendants holding the flight box tacitly stopped in a hurry and stopped to watch. Several passengers sitting by the window were also curious with their eyes. Looking back.

The airplane on the runway was completely snow-white as the background, and the fuselage was sprayed with a pictographic golden phoenix. The wings were spread out randomly, and the phoenix tail was raised high above the tail, arrogant.

Fu Mingyu glanced at the watch again.

Six fourteen, no difference.

A slight smile appeared in his eyes, and he stood there at the moment when the plane stopped on the tarmac.

Bai Yang looked at the time and said, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Mingyu looked at him sideways and raised his eyebrows.

Boyang cleared his throat, "Well, there is not enough time."

While talking, a kid in the terminal shouted: "Dad! What kind of plane is that? It's beautiful!"

The child’s father is really an expert, and he hugged him to the window, "This is our country’s own airplane. Have you seen that Golden Phoenix? The acj31 model I will see in the future is amazing, it’s so low. Clouds can fall automatically, and..."

The father's tirade was interrupted by the child's shout without speaking, "Wow! The pilot is down!"

As Fu Mingyu could see, the crew car had erected the elevator, and the captain sent by Shihang came out first.

The view from the window was wider, and Fu Mingyu walked over slowly.

Boyang and the two assistants behind looked at each other, did not dare to say more, and followed.

After all, who doesn't want to look at the planes they bought at a high price.

Fu Mingyu looked at the hatch. The captain had already stepped down a few steps, and the co-pilot followed closely. Both Fu Mingyu were familiar with each other, and he had personally finalized the modified crew to be sent for training.

When the third person came out, Fu Mingyu narrowed his eyes.

The wind on the tarmac was very strong, whizzing by, blowing the hair on her cheeks, fluttering in front of her eyes, and blowing up her white uniform shirt.

She didn't rush down the stairs, but took off her flight cap, clamped it between her arms, stood in place, looked up around her, and finally fixed her eyes on the six characters "Jiangcheng International Airport".

"Wow! Is that a big sister?" the child shouted again, "Is she a stewardess? Why is she wearing a different dress?"

The child’s father smiled and put him on his shoulders, allowing him to look wider, "Haha, that’s also a pilot, a female pilot. It’s the first time my father has seen a female pilot."

The child's voice caught the attention of several passengers nearby, and gradually someone stood by the window to look at the special-shaped airplane.

Fu Mingyu took another step forward unknowingly, only less than 30 centimeters away from the glass.

He watched her walking towards the terminal building intently, her figure becoming clearer and clearer.

Her black trousers were blown close to her legs by the wind, and she took every step cleanly.

The captain beside her seemed to be talking to her. She tilted her head sideways, and every smile spread around her, covering up the presence of the first officer.

Suddenly, she looked up at the terminal building and looked straight over.

Knowing that she was only looking at the overall terminal building, the illusion of sight-matching from the interlaced space still tightened Fu Mingyu's breathing.

"Mr. Fu? The radio is already urging boarding."

Bai Yang suddenly spoke from the side.

Fu Mingyu nodded, turned and walked towards the boarding gate.

A few steps later, he paused again and looked back at the apron, only to see a crew car slowly moving into the distance.