Chapter 6

However, Fu Mingyu is having a headache recently.

Three years ago, when major airlines signed acj31 procurement contracts with COMAC, COMAC had already begun to plan to train pilots of corresponding aircraft types, and the pilots were delivered together with the aircraft. To be more popular, I sell you airplanes and train drivers.

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

After preliminary screening alone, this group of pilots wiped out tens of thousands of people, and then fought round and round in the abnormal elimination rate of the flight academy.

But even so, the ability of pilots who successfully graduate is also divided into 369 grades.

So as early as two months ago, major airlines started a fight for pilots. Every airline wants the best pilots because they are one of the most powerful guarantees for aviation safety.

At this stage, the best ones have been carved up.

However, like every year there will be a champion in the college entrance examination, there will be a best student in every period of the flight academy.

At the moment, only the best student is left.

"Mr. Fu, no deal." Bo Yang, the new secretary, walked into Fu Mingyu's office, looking embarrassed. "The intention of the best student is Beihang."

"Did he say why?" Fu Mingyu asked.

The best student in this period, whose flight record is beautiful, has been beaten in the same period in both theoretical knowledge and practical ability. Even the coach praised him repeatedly. He seldom saw such a strong student, which caused fierce competition from various schools.

"No Bo Yang replied, "we have given the best conditions within the acceptable range. She will never be worse than the North Airlines, but she still chooses the North Airlines. It seems to be her personal wish."

Fu Mingyu raised his hand and put his two fingers against his forehead.

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

Boyang straightened his collar and immediately went out to book the ticket.

Early the next morning, there was a call from the flight academy.

Fu Mingyu just arrived at the company and was walking quickly through the corridor. The executive secretary served coffee and put it quietly in front of Fu Mingyu's desk.

"Mr. Fu, it seems that we can't do it." Bo Yang on the other end of the phone has lost his temper. "She said that the food on the plane of Beihang is delicious. What's the reason for that? Our first-class chef is Michelin

This is a trick.

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

"Just outside their office, Vice President Hu is still inside."

"Put him on the phone and I'll talk to him."

Bo Yang was stunned and said yes.

Fu Mingyu took a sip of coffee, and the other end of the phone changed, but he didn't make a sound.

"Hello."

Fu Mingyu said, "I'm Fu Mingyu, chief operating officer of Hengshi aviation."

The other end of the phone is still stagnant for a moment, only to hear a light "master Fu."

Fu Mingyu.

Woman?

Pressing down his short surprise, Fu Mingyu turned and sat down, "please ask, which condition of world airlines are you not satisfied with?"

The person over there is lazy and says, "there's nothing unsatisfied. It's just that the food of Beihang is better."

Fu Mingyu felt that he was also a talent sparer. He could still keep a good temper for the reason of taking Joe. "It's simple. If you have a need, you can let the chef prepare meals for you before each flight."

"How troublesome that is."

"No trouble. Any other ideas?"

At the end of the phone, the conditions are listed one by one.

I talked for more than 20 minutes.

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

At the same time, Fu Mingyu opened the detailed information folder of the pilot in the computer, sorted according to the score of the flight records, found the highest one, and saw a picture in the image column.

The pilot is particular about his body shape, so he attached a full body photo.

The people above are dressed in student uniforms, tall and straight, standing under the wing, full of vitality and excellent temperament.

Looks like a plain face?

Fu Mingyu magnified the photo and saw a face without powder.

His eyes stagnated for a moment, always feeling a little familiar.

But this feeling flashed by and was denied by myself.

If he had seen this woman, he would have been impressed.

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

"What?" Fu Mingyu click the mouse, turn off the photo, "just the signal is not good, did not hear clearly."

That end seems to be chuckling, "I said, I want double annual salary."

Fu Mingyu opened his mouth and said, "good."This time it's the other end of the line.

I didn't expect him to be so cheerful.

"Are there any other conditions?"

"No, no more."

"Well, good cooperation?"

There changed tone, seemed to be back to God, said: "Mr. Fu, do you really want me to come?"

Fu Mingyu didn't know why she said that, so he thought his patience today was really amazing.

Maybe I can't stand the swagger of the little banquet of Beihang, who has always been against him.

But the image under the plane flashed through my mind.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

"Then I'll think about it again."

？

It seems a little reluctant.

When the phone hung up, Fu Mingyu's hand was still holding the posture of answering the phone, stunned for a while.

Isn't the World Airlines bad in the pilot circle?

According to reason, it's impossible. World Airlines is absolutely the industry leader in terms of employee benefits.

Fu Mingyu put down his mobile phone and thought for a while, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Waiting for the gap, he opened his resume.

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

Or Boyang.

Fu Mingyu pauses for a moment, picks up the phone, but Bo Yang is talking.

"Anything else?"

Bo Yang ran out to the corridor again and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, do you have a clear idea? Double annual salary. Although the salary is confidential, it's not good to let other pilots know. "

"I know."

"Then..."

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

"But..."

"Don't be so wordy." Fu Mingyu didn't want to talk to him, "it's just an annual salary. It's not just a little money to buy a bag for his girlfriend for a year. When the time comes, you can draw up a double contract. Another reward contract will be given by me personally. Without the help of the finance department, the tax will go to my account. "

"But she said she had to think about it."

"It's OK. Let her think about it."

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

By 4 p.m., seven hours had passed since the end of the call.

Fu Mingyu never felt that seven hours was so long.

He sat in the conference room, a group of people on the acj31 first flight of the planning, hear him headache.

During this period, he looked at Bo Yang twice and pointed to his mobile phone, which meant to ask if there was a phone call from the flight academy. Bo Yang shook his head.

At this time, the meeting has come to an end, and the people from the planning department below all look at Fu Mingyu and wait for him to give an instruction.

Fu Mingyu had three plans in front of him, which he spread out one by one, but his vision did not fall on them at all.

The whole conference room was silent for three seconds, and everyone looked at Fu Mingyu with fear.

His expression is like writing "you don't deserve the acj31 plane that I bought at a high price" on his face.

Just when everyone thought he didn't listen at all, he said: "group P1, 40 minutes of media coverage, without any focus, how much flow control will be delayed if we waste such a long time? In group P2, the propaganda is boring, the expression is straightforward, the focus is vague, and the choice of media channels is also lack of rationality. Group P3, there is no effective publicity concept, multiply resources, cross-border creativity, strong implementation. If you can't do these three points, don't hand in the planning book. "

The meeting room was silent for a moment, and the needle could be seen.

"The meeting is over."

Fu Mingyu pushed open the planning book in front of the door, got up and said, "I'll hand in the planning again next week."

Everyone held their breath and watched Fu Mingyu go out. The three group leaders came back to collect their things with a black face.

Someone whispered to Bo Yang, "is Mr. Fu in a bad mood today?"

Bo Yang had no choice but to smile, did not speak, two steps to chase out.

At this time, the mobile phone rings, Boyang stops to answer, and his expression gradually relaxes.

The person in front of him turned around and Boyang made an "OK" gesture to him.

Fu Mingyu looked at the blue sky outside the glass window and loosened a button of his suit.

The contract was drawn up very quickly and came down in a few days. Bo Yang specially showed it to Fu Mingyu.

He did not see any comments, Boyang then sent to the flight academy.

This piece of hard bone can be regarded as gnawed down, Bo Yang rubbed his shoulder, said: "only women and villains are difficult to raise, so I really don't cheat."

At this time, the banquet manager of Beihang called.

"Fu Mingyu, what tricks did you use to rob my people?"

"Your people?" Fu Mingyu got up and said with a relaxed smile, "has the contract been signed? Is it your person?"

The two companies are the leading companies in the industry. They compete with each other and complement each other. They have their own understanding of each other.

Yan'an made great efforts in this matter. He asked someone to talk about his career planning, and used the condition that pilots care most about to release the captain as bait.Just because he thought so decently, he never expected that Fu Mingyu would directly use money to smash it.

Yan'an was so angry that he sneered, "OK, I don't want to argue with you for this. Anyway, now that the person is yours, just tell me, what do you do to get away with it?"

Fu Mingyu: "rely on personality charm."

“……”

Yan'an even failed to offer, so he put down the phone.

Fu Mingyu put down his mobile phone and went to the window. His brows stretched out and he felt comfortable watching the continuous rain outside.

Thinking of something, he turned back and asked, "when will acj31 come?"

Bo Yang said: "the air traffic control side has already arranged. The first plane will take off at 4 a.m. on Saturday morning. If there is no mistake, it will land at 6:14 on time at Jiangcheng International Airport."

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

Bo Yang was stunned for a moment before he reflected who Fu Mingyu said "she" was.

"The flight academy said that it would not waste every opportunity to fly in the back row, so this time she would fly with her. However, on Saturday, the personnel department and the logistics department would not work, and she would go through the formal entry on Monday."

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

Bo Yang couldn't remember clearly. He took out his mobile phone, looked at it and said, "seven in the morning."

Fu Mingyu said faintly, "well."

On Saturday, it was just dawn, and the East turned white.

Today's weather is not good, cloud waves in the lower part of the surge, blocking the light of the star.

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 they are surprisingly quiet. Occasionally, there is the sound of gently turning over the paper, adults or watching mobile phones or taking a nap, and a few children are lying in their parents' arms to play and sleep.

Fu Mingyu, Bo Yang and two assistants walked quickly through the corridor to the gate.

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

At this time, Fu Mingyu raised his hand and looked at his watch. He stepped and turned to look out of the window.

The large glass windows on the ground of the terminal give you a panoramic view of the apron, and even the indicator signs on the ground are clear.

At this time, a plane broke through the clouds, its wings split into the air, and it landed at the center of the runway with an angle of 8 degrees.

Even if the terminal is cut off from the roaring sound, the airline seems to have intuitive general, a group of flight attendants pulling the flight box tacitly stop to wait and see, a few passengers sitting by the window also look back curiously with their eyes.

The plane on the runway is white on the ground. The fuselage is sprayed with a pictorial Golden Phoenix. Its wings extend randomly and its tail rises high in the tail.

Fu Mingyu looked at his watch again.

It's six fourteen, exactly.

He had a smile in his eyes, and it was here that the plane stopped on the tarmac.

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

Fu Mingyu looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

Boyang cleared his throat. "Well, there's still time."

As he spoke, a child in the waiting hall called out, "Dad! What kind of plane is that? How beautiful

The child's father is really an expert, holding him to the window, "this is our country's own plane, see that Golden Phoenix?"? In the future, we will see the acj31, which is very powerful. It can land automatically in such a low cloud, and.... "

The father's long speech was interrupted by the children's shouts, "Wow! The pilot is coming down

As Fu Mingyu could see, the crew car had already set up the elevator, and the captain sent by World Airlines came out first.

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

Bo Yang and the two assistants looked at each other, did not dare to say more, also followed up.

After all, who doesn't want to see more of their own expensive planes.

Fu Mingyu looks at the entrance of the engine room. The captain has stepped down several steps, and the co pilot follows closely. Fu Mingyu is familiar with both of them. At the beginning, he personally decided to send the modified crew for training.

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

There was a strong wind on the apron, whistling past, blowing up the hair on her cheeks, flying in front of her eyes, and blowing up her white uniform shirt.

Instead of rushing down the stairs, she took off her flying cap, clamped it between her arms, stood in the same place, looked up around, and finally fixed her eyes on the six characters of "Jiangcheng International Airport".

"Wow! Is that a sister? " The child cried again, "is she a stewardess? Why is she wearing different clothes? "

The child's father put him on his shoulder with a smile to broaden his vision. "Ha ha, that's also a pilot, a female pilot. It's my first time to see a female pilot. "The child's voice attracted the attention of several passengers nearby, and gradually some people stood by the window to see the special shaped plane.

Fu Mingyu took another step forward unconsciously, less than 30 cm away from the glass.

He watched her walking towards the terminal, and her figure became more and more clear.

Her black trousers were close to her legs by the wind, and every step was neat.

Side by side, the captain seemed to say something to her. She tilted her head, and every smile was flying around, covering up the co pilot's existence.

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

Knowing that she was just looking at the whole terminal, Fu Mingyu's breath was tightened by the illusion of vision docking from the staggered space.

"Mr. Fu? The radio is already pressing for boarding. "

Boyang said suddenly.

Fu Mingyu nodded, turned and walked towards the gate.

A few steps later, he pauses again. Looking back at the apron, he sees a crew car driving slowly into the distance.