Chapter 40: What are you thinking about?
In fact, Xu Cang thought about it carefully afterwards. Although the date and cause of the Feiyu Airlines crash matched, there seemed to be a big discrepancy in the specific time.
Xu Cang later recalled that the historical bird strike accident of Feiyu 124 should have occurred at night, but this time it happened in the morning, which is a huge difference in time.
Xu Cang didn’t know if he remembered it wrongly or if his rebirth had caused some unexpected changes, but fortunately the result was good, so Xu Cang didn’t worry too much about it.
Although Xu Cang is the chief pilot of the General Administration, he is not an expert in civil aviation history, and the most important thing is the Boeing plane that crashed. Eighteen years later, the once glorious Boeing company suffered a heavy blow on the 737MAX model, and has never recovered since then, and then gradually withdrew from the mainstream civil aviation passenger aircraft market.
At the end of Xu Cang's tenure as chief designer, he basically no longer cared about Boeing aircraft. Just like McDonnell Douglas, which was once a giant in the industry, didn't it disappear in the long river of history?
For models that are no longer running, Xu Cang will subconsciously ignore this type of related content.
"I should have studied the history of civil aviation earlier." Xu Cang rubbed his temple. As far as he could remember, there seemed to be a failed water landing accident in the next one or two years.
The accident of forced landing on the water has been replayed countless times in the future, and there is still no solution. It is basically a dead end. Xu Cang's dream just now was to put himself in that accident, and this time he was very scared.
Xu Cang got up and took a big sip of water, and his heartbeat finally calmed down a little: "I hope I don't get into that accident!"
In fact, Xu Cang had a bad feeling from just now. If his memory of the Feiyu 124 plane crash was correct, it meant that the time of the plane crash had indeed changed. Doesn't this also mean that his memory of other plane crashes is no longer of much reference value? Anyway, the timing of the plane crash will change.
What's more terrifying is, what if not only the time changes, but also the location and the airline company that had the accident changed? That means Xu Cang might really encounter that unsolvable air crash.
"I can't be so unlucky, right? At least I can encounter such a great event as rebirth, so I am not an unlucky person." Xu Cang lied to himself, smacked his lips, and picked up the wallet on the table. In the wallet, there was a thin stack of banknotes. This was the only property Xu Cang had left, three thousand yuan.
Two days ago, Xu Cang was a millionaire, but now he has become a pauper again. Qin Xin gave him one million, and Xu Cang gave it to Liu Jinxin so that he could continue the research and development of rapamycin.
Liu Jinxin took Xu Cang's money and regarded it as his joining the partnership. He also promised Xu Cang that he would not only benefit the common people in the future, but also make a lot of money. Anyway, the pie in the sky was very delicious.
After that , Xu Cang sold all his game cards and transferred all his remaining money to his father Xu Zhenming. Anyway, his mother couldn't have a lung transplant surgery, so the money he transferred to his father plus the family's savings was enough for his mother's high-end conservative treatment.
I had been planning to look at the manual again, but then I thought it would be meaningless except for making myself more mentally weak, so I decided to give myself a break and combine work and rest.
But as soon as I sat down, I received a text message on my mobile phone from the company, indicating that the flight plan for next week had been sent to the mailbox.
In 2000, it was not very convenient for airlines to release flight plans. They would simply package the flight missions for the coming week and send them to pilots' emails.
Xu Cang quickly logged into his email and found that he had received a document about next week's flight assignments from the company. When he opened it, the muscles on Xu Cang's face stiffened.
There was only one Jianchuan-Bayu mission next week, and the round trip would take less than three hours. With this density of flights, let alone a full flight every month, it is estimated that there would only be 40 to 50 hours of harvest per month, which was far from the experience time Xu Cang needed.
"No, why is it so few?" Xu Cang thought for a moment and called a first-level co-pilot friend of his to confirm his flight volume.
It can only be said that the current flight schedule query function has not been developed yet. In the future, we can directly check the schedules of other flight crew members in the special software developed by the airline. Why would we need to call to confirm?
But after a phone call, Xu Cang became even more desperate. The friend who was the first-level co-pilot only had one flight next week, which was undoubtedly very bad news.
This shows that the planning office did not deliberately target Xu Cang, but under the current environment, there are simply few flight missions.
"It should be the Spring Festival travel season, why are there so few flights?" Xu Cang threw his phone on the bed, jumped onto it, and rolled around on it.
Now that my flying time is not increasing, all the talk of becoming a third-level co-pilot in two months or a captain in three years is just wishful thinking.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Xu Cang kept scratching his scalp until it was almost bleeding, but he still couldn't think of any solution.
After thinking for a long time, Xu Cang decided to have a quick chat with the dispatcher. Although he didn't think it would have any effect, he had no choice but to give it a try.
Soon, the call to the dispatcher was connected. Xu Cang first introduced himself, and then began to ask: "Excuse me, has the company's flights been reduced now?"
The dispatcher did not hide anything about this issue and said bluntly: "Yes, the bureau came to conduct a safety inspection some time ago, and our company failed. Many flights were canceled. Didn't you know?"
"really!"
Xu Cang's feeling was not wrong. Clearly, the number of flights should increase as the Spring Festival approaches. How could it be possible that the number of flights is decreasing instead of increasing? It turned out that he failed during the safety inspection by the authority.
This kind of safety inspection punishment would last at least a quarter. By the time the penalty for flight reduction was over, Xu Cang's dream of being promoted to a third-level co-pilot would have long been buried.
Xu Cang licked his lips and organized his words a little: "It's like this, I'm short of experience time right now, do you think it's feasible to communicate with the planning office and arrange more flights for me?"
Although the dispatching room and the planning room are not the same department, they share the same office and information is exchanged. It is still feasible to find out the situation from the dispatching side.
As a result, Xu Cang's words caused the dispatcher to laugh so hard that Xu Cang wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into. After laughing for a long time, the dispatcher said jokingly, "Brother, you are dreaming!"
