"Here it comes!"
The sudden knocking startled Chen Fei, who quickly guessed its source and hurriedly opened the door.
The sunlight that spilled into the room was momentarily blocked, as if a small mountain had abruptly appeared; he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Standing outside was a tall, expressionless, and burly man who glanced at Chen Fei and handed over a thick bag, saying, "Change into these clothes, and then follow me to start the job."
A distinct, indescribable smell of machine oil hit him, and the light grey overalls could not hide the big, rippling muscles; the man was at least two meters tall, his head could easily hit the doorframe.
With such a size, no wonder he didn't like the effeminate tinkling of a doorbell; even his light knocking sounded like hammering.
"Oh, thank you!"
Chen Fei took the bag, which contained work clothes, and was about to close the door to change when he suddenly remembered something, opened the door again, and asked, "Did you just say this is for onboarding training?"
The man had seemingly omitted the word "training" earlier.
The man still expressionless, said, "No training, straight to starting the job, I am the chief mechanic, Xiao Ming."
The promised onboarding training was gone; it was a push into the deep end.
It was probably that inhuman HR manager, Takar, playing tricks, eliminating the training undoubtedly made the job much harder.
Just arrived at Aircrew Base 911, hit with a stern challenge right away, starting off in the mechanical repair group, hell-level difficulty from the start.
That old Neanderthal, Barut, was right about one thing — the HR manager is really not a nice guy!
Though Aircrew Base 911 was privately contracted, it was ultimately a military unit with many secrets that could not be disclosed, especially to newcomers like Chen Fei, who were also not free to pry.
However, during the drink last night, as fellow workers, Barut still shared quite a bit, either explicitly or implied, giving Chen Fei a heads-up, preventing him from bumping into walls repeatedly.
In return, the big bag of homemade bread that Teacher Shen Fei gave to Chen Fei ended up entirely in the stomach of that old Neanderthal man.
So old and still such an eater!
"Alright, just a moment, please!"
As a rookie, Chen Fei had no right to question and had to quickly change into his work clothes, appearing once more in front of the chief mechanic, Xiao Ming.
The light grey jumpsuit with spacious pockets made Chen Fei look rather sharp.
"Follow me!"
Xiao Ming didn't say much and turned around briskly to walk away.
He didn't look back; walking quickly with a whoosh, his voice came again.
"Are you specialized in aviation? Do you have a CCAR license?"
Eagerly catching up, Chen Fei honestly replied, "No, I don't, I am..."
Before he could finish, Xiao Ming interrupted and continued to ask, "Do you have a pilot's license?"
The tone was inexplicably stern; irrelevant with the wrong profession, any question seemed redundant.
In stark contrast to the bustling activity in Hangar 1, a group of seven or eight guys occupied a small area; some were exercising with gym equipment, others lay on beach chairs, nonchalantly drinking beverages, some wore headphones, their eyes closed as they enjoyed the music, and some were engrossed in reading thick books, while others scrolled through their phone screens.
None of them were doing any proper work, instead engaging in various activities.
One of them, noticing Xiao Ming and Chen Fei, immediately burst into an exaggerated cry,
"Hey, Captain Xiao Xiu, you're early today. And who's the new guy beside you? He looks unfamiliar. Hei-mo-hei-mo..."
He even winked at Chen Fei, displaying a slick and incorrigible demeanor.
"It's none of your business, Yamada!"
Maintenance Chief Xiao Ming snapped back, irritated.
Chen Fei struggled to maintain a harmlessly stiff smile, uncertain of what to say.
Yamada—definitely not a real name.
"Hey, little bro, fancied doing some 'machine' work?"
A short-haired girl licked her lips at Chen Fei, holding a large dumbbell. Her smooth, chocolate-colored skin stretched tight over clearly defined muscles. She wore a cropped sports bra—pack-ab below, small bust above.
Doing 'Jī'?
Is it 'machine' or 'maiden'?
Also, who's the little bro?
Chen Fei was a bit dazed. What exactly did the short-haired maiden mean by that!
"Back off, he's my man!"
Xiao Ming solemnly declared Chen Fei's affiliation.
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This, this seems even more ambiguous!
"Tss! Machine Bro!"
The spirited short-haired girl flicked her middle finger at the tall and burly Maintenance Chief.
In Aircrew Base, the maintenance team has a nickname "Machine Bro," known for working intensely on machines along with the flight squadron's crazy ones, meant in the most literal sense, nothing else.
The big boss of the flying squadron is not here at the moment, otherwise, he could have exchanged a few more caustic remarks with the Machine Bro leader.
"Ignore them. The flight squadron guys only know how to talk."
Xiao Ming lifted his fists, the size of mortar bowls, squeezed them tightly, and proudly declared, "Our maintenance team can fix aircraft, and we can fix them too!"
With arms thicker than Chen Fei's thighs, the latter was speechless. Boss, whatever you say goes.
A mixed-race Samoyed with purely natural muscle bumps, inherently reinforced with Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training and Iron Shirt Golden Bell Cover, 360-degree absolute defense, a mere sight of which was intimidating. Pitted against the right opponent, he really didn't need to fear anyone.
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