Chapter 48 He is from Boeing Squadron
At the entrance of Jianchuan Eastern Bus Station, Xu Cang was carrying a large schoolbag containing his ID and flight uniform. Fortunately, he managed to catch the only bus to Lushui every day.
The departure time of this bus is 12 noon, and it is expected to arrive at the Lushui bus station at 10 pm. In this way, there is no problem with time, and you can also go there to sleep. Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be a big problem.
After waiting for a while in the waiting room, Xu Cang checked his ticket and entered the station, and got on an old-fashioned red minibus. Most people with luggage put their luggage on the rack, but Xu Cang's bag was full of important things, so he didn't dare to let go, so he just found a seat and sat down with his bag.
In 2000, ordinary people did not have so many taboos when riding in a car. They would bring any living thing into the car. Take the old man sitting next to Xu Cang for example, he directly brought a chicken cage into the car.
The old minibus had no ventilation equipment and relied on opening windows for ventilation, but this still couldn't stop the strange smell in the car. The only thing to be thankful for was that it was January and the weather was not hot, otherwise Xu Cang would have been suffocated to death.
"Go to sleep. You won't smell anything when you fall asleep." Xu Cang first put the schoolbag on the inside, then half of his body pressed on the schoolbag, fearing that anything might go wrong, and then closed his eyes to rest.
His only hope was that when he woke up, the bus would have arrived at Lushui Bus Station.
At the same time, there was silence in Feibiao's office, except for the occasional sound of an old voice yelling and cursing.
"What the hell? You don't even know the suppression conditions for the low energy warning?"
"And you're still trying to get promoted to Level 6 co-pilot? You only wrote one of the three cases of skin failure?"
"The flap and slat failure is that the reference speed displayed on the PFD is determined by the position of the flap handle. How can they get this wrong? And they can even answer that it is related to the actual configuration of the aircraft. What did they learn?"
This voice came from Jin Fuli who was marking the papers. Perhaps the theoretical examination for Airbus transfer was indeed a bit too much. From the moment Jin Fuli started marking the papers, he kept scolding her, making the other employees in the Feibiao office silent.
Maybe he was tired of scolding, but Jin Fuli threw his pen on the table, sighed, and slumped back in his chair. His eyes happened to fall on the back of the person in charge of theoretical training in front of him on the left.
Perhaps he had a feeling in his heart, the person in charge of theoretical training felt a chill on his back. He turned around and found that Jin Fuli was staring at him with his big eyes.
"I say, Lao Jin, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to eat me alive?"
Because the office was particularly quiet, the person in charge's words sounded like a shout in a cave, which was heard throughout most of the office, and then there were sporadic laughter.
Jin Fuli frowned and said, "I am so annoyed by marking papers."
"But this has nothing to do with me." The person in charge said innocently: "I am only responsible for formulating the training plan and determining the type of training. The specific theoretical teaching has nothing to do with me."
"I know." Jin Fuli scratched his head: "When Zeng Wei comes back, I have to ask him how he usually teaches."
The person in charge smiled and said, "Why, did you not answer the test well?"
"Not good? It's simply awful!" Jin Fuli became more and more angry the more he thought about it. "According to my standards, those who were just approved need to stop flying and study. Not a single one of them is qualified. My mood for the whole day has been ruined. What bad luck!"
"Then don't mark it. Don't get so impatient while marking a paper. Don't do that. Don't do that." The person in charge advised.
Jin Fuli was even more excited now: "Today I want to see if there is anyone who can stand out among these guys."
As he spoke, Jin Fuli picked up the pen again, and as if competing with himself, began to correct the test papers again.
Seeing that Jin Fuli was getting angry, the person in charge did not try to persuade him any further and went back to his own business.
After about 20 minutes, Jin Fuli suddenly stopped cursing, and the entire Feibiao office fell into an eerie silence. Just when the person in charge felt something strange, a light exclamation came from behind him, and it was from Jin Fuli.
Jin Fuli ran to the person in charge's desk excitedly with a copy of the test paper and showed it to him with a very pleased smile: "I knew there must be some good guys in the Airbus fleet. Look at this paper, the answers are so beautiful, look."
Faced with the test paper forced upon him, the person in charge was speechless: "Old Jin, I can't understand anything like this involving professional test papers. What are you asking me to read?"
"What a pity, what a pity." Jin Fuli actually had an expression of wanting more: "Oh, I don't think I've ever flown with this guy before. I'll have to ask the planning office to arrange it for me next time."
Seeing Jin Fuli in such a good mood, the person in charge couldn't help but laugh as well: " I know how strict your standards are. If he can make you so satisfied, he must be a good candidate."
Jin Fuli is the only instructor in Blue Sky Airlines who has no apprentice among all the instructors above Class B. It's not that there are no co-pilots willing to follow him. After all, he is the captain of an Airbus flight, and being Jin Fuli's apprentice can get a lot of convenience. It's simply because Jin Fuli has very high requirements, and this high standard also extends to the selection of apprentices.
In Jin Fuli's opinion, it is more important to have quality disciples than quantity. If he lowers his standards and accepts a bastard disciple who betrays his master and ancestors, his reputation will be ruined for half his life.
Because of his abnormal standards for accepting disciples, many co-pilots were discouraged, so much so that later on, no co-pilot took the initiative to join Jin Fuli's teaching group.
However, despite this, Jin Fuli still did not lower his standards for accepting disciples. Some of his friends often teased him about this, which became a major concern for Jin Fuli.
"We need to check whether he is a good candidate or not." Jin Fuli's mind began to become active: "We should fly together first. By the way, your computer can access the intranet, right? Please help me check the information of this boy named Xu Cang."
"So his name is Xu Cang! But why does this name sound familiar?" The person in charge did not think much about it, but opened the company's intranet as he was told and entered Xu Cang's name.
"Hmm?" As the query button was pressed, the information displayed in front of the person in charge made him stunned.
"What's wrong?" Jin Fuli heard the surprised voice of the person in charge, and he leaned closer to the computer to take a look. At first glance, he saw Xu Cang's ID photo: "He looks handsome, but he looks very unfamiliar. Even if I don't know the name of the Airbus team, I should have some impression of him by looking at his face."
"Of course you don't know." The person in charge pointed to the squadron information at the bottom of the file: "He is not from Airbus, he is from Boeing Second Squadron!"
