As a new era aircraft designer, Zhang Hong is not stupid. This guy Zhou Hai is in a state of complete deception and is trying his best to feed him chicken soup.
When Zhang Hong has nothing to do, he would also browse Weibo, check Moments, learn from young people to buy some small items online on JD.com, and even make up jokes to laugh at himself. In private, his life is no different from that of ordinary people.
The mentality is to live young.
Who hasn’t seen Chicken Soup?
If this thing works, Zhang Hong feels that he can design a sixth-generation fighter to the world standard and a fifth-generation fighter to the domestic traditional standard.
The business card is all white in standard format and made of hard plastic material. The surface is engraved with the pattern of AVIC Hongfei. The two characters Zhang Hong are in cursive script. Below the name is an eleven-digit phone number. This is Zhang Hong. personal phone number.
This business card carries Hongfei Group's sole promise to Zhou Hai, which to a certain extent makes up for the problem of less compensation for flight data.
"Comrade Chief, I didn't fool you."
When Zhou Hai heard Zhang Hong's words, his face was serious and solemn, and he took the bright film with his hand.
He was writing the chicken soup with all his heart, trying to awaken the design soul hidden in Zhang Hong's heart.
Well, the devil knows what the soul of design is.
But Zhou Hai can guarantee that he definitely did not fool this aviation expert, and everything was for Zhang Hong's benefit.
If because of this chicken soup, Commander Zhang's small universe really explodes one day and designs a cross-era fighter that surpasses the J-20, maybe he can be regarded as a hero.
"Okay, Comrade Zhou Hai, I will come here today and give you a final explanation. Hong Fei promises to get you a new aircraft on time. You don't have to worry about running out of aircraft to fly."
Zhang Hong's dark, weathered face changed, his cheeks curved slightly, and a kind smile appeared. He stared at Zhou Hai with bright eyes and stretched out his right hand.
"Thank you, Chief Master!"
After hearing Zhang Hong's words, Zhou Hai perked up, his back stood upright like a pine tree, and he stretched out his right hand to shake Zhang Hong's hand.
The new aircraft arrived on time, and Zhang Hong, chief designer of the L-15 Falcon Higher Education, personally promised it - it is definitely good news for Zhou Hai, and is far more attractive than the 200,000 cash reward and banner honors.
Handshake, separation.
This private meeting came to an end.
"Goodbye, Chief Master." Immediately afterwards, Zhou Hai exhaled, said goodbye to Zhang Hong, turned to leave, opened the door gently, and walked out of the college conference room.
"goodbye."
Zhang Hong nodded and watched the young man's back gradually leaving. An inexplicable color appeared in the depths of his deep and wise gaze, and his mind was filled with basic information about Zhou Hai.
The conference room fell into a quiet atmosphere again.
"I'm a 19-year-old college graduate. I'm a lieutenant with continuous pay. I flew solo for thirty days. I'm a flying genius. Unexpectedly, I was given chicken soup. It looks like I must have been tightly packed by the Air Force."
Zhang Hong sat back and took out a pack of light green Panda cigarettes from his jacket pocket with his right hand. He took out one and lit it. Wisps of smoke were winding around. He held it between his two fingers and couldn't help but laugh.
After a brief exchange, he had a clear understanding of Zhou Hai, a higher education flight student.
Even Zhang Hong, a top scientific researcher in the country, only has a limited understanding of Zhou Hai's basic information.
Although the information is limited, Zhang Hong is able to analyze and research many valuable things based on these alone.
At the age of 19, he became a high school teacher and was serving as a consecutive lieutenant. What is the concept?
You must know that the average age of higher education aircraft students is 22 years old, and they must pass four years of theoretical study and initial education aircraft graduation assessment before they can graduate and be promoted to higher education aircraft.
Zhou Hai was promoted to the higher education aircraft level at the age of only 19, which means that he completed the initial education aircraft level in less than a year and was awarded the rank of lieutenant and the benefits of a full company.
In the higher education aircraft stage, it only took thirty days to reach the standard for solo flight.
What is a genius?
This is!
That is a true flying genius!
Whether it is the former or the latter, the meaning behind it is unimaginable and far beyond that of its peers.
In this solo flight assessment, Zhou Hai created a flying miracle of recovering from an ultra-low altitude stall and tail spin, and successfully made an emergency landing after encountering a bird collision, giving Hong Fei a great gift.
Zhang Hong was very grateful for this gift from Zhou Hai and admired Zhou Hai's flying talent.
Of course, this does not include the chicken soup for the soul that this guy fed me.
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After Zhou Hai met alone with Zhang Hong, chief designer of the L-15 Falcon, the days returned to calm. Time gradually passed day by day, and the weather gradually became hotter.
As far as Zhou Hai is concerned, he does not need to engage in physical training and lives a completely leisurely life every day, making Dormitory 308 and all the flight students envious.
After dinner every day, I will be accompanied by a dedicated person to visit the college playground, take a walk, and stretch my muscles and body.
When the interest comes, go to the indoor shooting range to practice your marksmanship. There are Type 92 pistols, Type 95-1 automatic rifles, and Type 95 squad machine guns. There are enough bullet tubes and there is no limit. However, every time Zhou Hai goes to the shooting range After practicing with the gun, the technician responsible for managing and maintaining the firearm wanted to curse.
Maintaining firearms is originally a mind-numbing job, let alone firearms that have been continuously fired. The logistics technicians who are responsible for maintenance do not dare to face Zhou Hai, a pilot who only cares about maintenance. What to say, completely helpless.
When the weather is too hot, go to the indoor swimming pool to relax, enjoy the cool water and have fun swimming.
If you are addicted to flying, you can go to the airport tarmac openly and follow Hu Jun to maintain the other three L-15C Falcons, and learn the maintenance support of the L-15A Falcon, the new and old Mountain Eagles, and the old and outdated JJ-7 aircraft. technology.
There is nothing wrong with mastering one more technology, and you might be able to use it in the future.
It was noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the ground temperature had reached about thirty degrees Celsius.
College Airport, inside the shed-style apron of No. 21.
"Zhou Hai, I heard that you have caused trouble to my shooting range technician Xiao Zhang. Yesterday, he didn't go to bed until 1 o'clock to maintain the firearms. The work intensity more than doubled."
Hu Jun, holding a metal flaw detector in his hand, stood on the left wing of the No. 110 L-15C Falcon that had just finished flight training. While inspecting, he said to Zhou Hai, who had just arrived at the apron.
Wearing white thread gloves, Zhou Hai squatted on the underside of the aircraft for inspection, without any fluctuation in his heart. He responded calmly: "That's for practicing marksmanship. What does it mean to be miserable? It's for comrades to increase their maintenance experience."
The words were calm and calm, and he settled the matter without any politeness.
Today, half of the psychological observation period is over. Zhou Hai goes to the tarmac every day to maintain fighter planes and feel the unique touch of someone else's eldest wife.
"Practice your marksmanship? You've learned diplomatic language well. You can destroy a 92 in three days, and a 95-1 in seven days. A total of 20,000 rounds of ammunition have been fired. The number of bullets fired in one week is more than that of our ground troops in a year." .”
