Flight instructor?
Great God, this ridiculously young Chinese soldier is not only a pilot, but also a flight instructor of our own air force?
Is this a joke? !
Not only Bavino was like this, but also the Alfang school-level officers around him, whose average age was thirty years old. Their faces were full of disbelief, and they almost lost their eyes in shock.
Age cannot be concealed. You can be sure that this flight instructor is definitely not twenty years old!
Now there is a terrible situation - that is, this immature child will teach the brave and capable Argentine Air Force pilots in the future.
"Too young. Did he start training as a pilot since he was born?"
"God, I bet that he is definitely the son of a high-ranking military official, probably the second or third generation, I'm sure of it!"
"This young pilot, uh, flight instructor?"
"Manoel, they disappoint me so much. They actually sent such a guy as an instructor. Do you believe that I can suppress this guy in the sky?"
Yang Wei didn't care about everyone's reaction. He still had an elegant smile on his face. He did not disclose the detailed confidential content. His words were sincere and sincere. As expected, he guaranteed it in his personal capacity: "Yes, please don't worry. I guarantee you in my personal capacity." , he is an excellent pilot and is qualified for all flying missions."
Personal identity guarantee?
After hearing these words, Bavino, who had deep doubts in his heart, fell silent for a moment. Knowing the meaning and importance of this sentence, he took a deep breath and turned his eyes to Yang Wei again:
"Academician Yang, you mean that he is very powerful and can fly two types of fighter jets, the Qingjiao and the Blue Bird, right?"
"That's right, General Bavino." Yang Wei frowned slightly.
Lin Jian, who was standing nearby maintaining a military posture, did the same. He glanced at the old-looking Bavino and already knew what the representative of the Alfang Air Force meant.
"So, Academician Yang, can this young flight instructor fly the Bluebird? I want to sit in the back seat myself and experience the flying feeling of the Bluebird."
Bavino stared at the blue bird, which was like a work of art, and bluntly revealed his inner thoughts: "I used to be a jet fighter pilot, and my physical fitness is passable."
As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere condensed.
In the field, quiet.
The accompanying officers of Al Fang who were in charge of accompanying them all had their eyes lit up and looked forward to it.
Yang Wei frowned and did not give an immediate answer, looking at Lin Jian.
The requirements put forward by Alfonbavino fall within the normal scope of the buyer, and there is no way to fool them with the J-20 model like before.
The request is normal, but it will disrupt the original flight mission and plan, and must be approved by the military commander.
"Zero, change the order, Flying Blue Bird, Representative Al Fang will take the back cabin." Lin Jian stood in a military posture with an expressionless face and shouted to Zhou Hai who was doing routine inspections around the aircraft.
"yes!"
Zhou Hai responded and shook his head slightly. Sure enough, trouble still came to the door.
With his extremely keen hearing, he carried out routine inspections and heard the entire conversation between Bavino and Academician Yang Wei, so he naturally understood the meaning of this request.
test!
This is a test from the buyer.
Although I don’t care about other people’s doubts and attitudes, I have to deal with them.
Forget it, after all, people pay real money.
The flight subsidy of 2,556 yuan per hour is already a considerable expense for the poor and pitiful Alfang Air Force.
Leaving the No. 1 fc-20x'Qingjiao', which was quietly waiting for favor, Zhou Hai turned around and walked to the No. 3 parking space next door, and started a body inspection around the two-seater version of the fc-20s'qingjiao'.
The five ground crew members got busy one after another, evacuating the wheel holders, building the boarding ladder, opening the glass cockpit cover, and carrying out pre-takeoff inspections.
Academician Yang Wei, accompanying officers and Lin Jian, as well as the Albanian delegation, all retreated to a safe area. Several guards stood around to take charge of safety.
Due to Bavino's temporary request to board the plane in person, one of our major officers had to rush to the equipment room, get a suitably sized anti-German suit and a bee-eye helmet, and then return to the tarmac and hand it to Bavino. Wear it.
There is nothing trivial about flying. Even seemingly ordinary takeoffs and landings may lead to tragic accidents due to accidents. You must be fully prepared before you can take off into the sky.
The sky was getting darker and darker, giving off a sense of depression.
After Zhou Hai completed the inspection, he wrote his name in the aviation receipt log, took his helmet and tactical tablet, climbed up the boarding ladder, entered the narrow cockpit of the Blue Bird, sat on the ejection seat, and waited quietly.
"Zero, we'll adapt to the situation later. As long as it doesn't involve confidential content, it's not too much. Try to be satisfied. Maybe this guy is in a good mood and will buy fifty or sixty more to create profits." At this time, Lin Jian came over and boarded the plane. On the ladder, he glanced at Bavino, who was changing the standard flying equipment not far away, blinked his eyes and whispered.
"..."
Hearing these words, Zhou Hai rolled his eyes and was speechless. He wanted to explain, but was too lazy to explain it carefully. He shrugged: "Understood."
Fifty or sixty?
What are you thinking about?
What about selling cabbage as a roadside vendor?
After all, the unit price is tens of millions of dollars, but then again, wouldn’t it be wonderful if it could really sell for fifty or sixty more?
A full arms sales order came in, more than two billion U.S. dollars, rounded up, this is tens of billions.
The unit price is still US dollars.
"Let's go." Lin Jian smiled with a 'you know' expression on his face, gave a thumbs up with his right hand, and turned around to leave.
Bavino, who was about 50 years old, had already put on protective clothing. With the assistance of a ground staff, he climbed up the Chinese-style boarding ladder, which was seriously contrary to Argentinian usage habits, and came to the rear cockpit. However, due to his size, I gained a little weight and almost couldn't fit into the cockpit.
Narrow, a standard attribute of fighter cockpits, used worldwide.
It is impossible for a fat man who likes fat house happy water to fly a fighter jet or even fit into the cockpit.
"God, it's finally okay."
After all his efforts, Bavino sat on the ejection seat and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello, general, welcome to this military fighter flight. I am the captain of this flight, code number zero. Please fasten your seat belt, adjust the seat back, and check whether the data interface of the anti-gravity suit and the bee-eye helmet display system are connected. , about to take off.”
A calm and indifferent voice came out.
"clatter!"
Zhou Hai, who was sitting in the main cockpit, introduced Bavino, who had a thin line of sweat on his forehead, and started to work, checking the cockpit instrument parameters, pressing the main power button with his right thumb, starting the avionics system, turning on the fuel supply switch and Glass cockpit closing button.
