Landing On My Heart

However, Fu Mingyu has been having a headache recently.

Three years ago, when major airlines signed the ACJ31 procurement contract with COMAC, COMAC had already started planning to train pilots for the corresponding models, and delivered the pilots together with the aircraft.To put it more simply, sell you an airplane and sell you a package of well-trained drivers.

As the ACJ30 is the first airliner independently developed by COMAC, it has attracted much attention before its launch, and it is also under tremendous pressure, so the training of pilots is particularly strict.

This group of pilots had eliminated tens of thousands of pilots just after the initial screening, and then they were eliminated round after round in the abnormal elimination rate of the flight academy.

But even so, the ability of pilots who successfully graduated is divided into three or six grades.

So as early as two months ago, major airlines were gearing up to compete for pilots. All wanted the best pilots, because they were one of the most powerful guarantees of aviation safety.

Up to this stage, the best batch has been carved up.

Of course, just like there will be a champion in the college entrance examination every year, there will be a best student in each class of the flight academy.

Up to now, the only remaining best student is still unknown.

"Boss Fu, the negotiation failed." The new secretary Bo Yang walked into Fu Mingyu's office with a troubled look on his face, "The best student is Beihang University."

"Did he say the reason?" Fu Mingyu asked.

The best student in this period has a beautiful flight record. Whether it is theoretical knowledge or practical ability, he beats the same period every time in the exam. Praise is rare to see such a strong student, so it caused fierce competition among various schools.

"No." Bo Yang replied, "We have given the best conditions within the acceptable range, and it will definitely not be worse than Beihang University. But she still chooses Beihang University. It seems to be a personal choice."

Fu Mingyu raised his hand, put two fingers on his forehead, and said "tsk".

"That's it." Fu Mingyu said, "Vice President Hu is also on a business trip there, you and Vice President Hu will go there in person tomorrow."

Bo Yang straightened his collar, and immediately went out to book tickets.

Early the next morning, a call came from the Flight Academy.

Fu Mingyu had just arrived at the company and was walking quickly through the corridor. The administrative secretary brought coffee and placed it quietly in front of Fu Mingyu's desk.

"Boss Fu, it seems that it is still not possible." Bai Yang on the other end of the phone lost his temper, "She said that Beihang's in-flight food is delicious. What is the reason? Our first-class chef is Michelin-level!"

This sounds like a joke.

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

"It's just outside the office of their Academic Affairs Office, and Vice President Hu is still inside."

"Let him answer the phone and I'll talk to him."

Bo Yang was stunned for a moment, and agreed.

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

"Hello."

Fu Mingyu spoke first, "I am Fu Mingyu, Operation Director of Hangshi Aviation."

The other end of the phone was still at a standstill for a moment, before I heard a light "Hello, Mr. Fu."

Fu Ming gave a meal.

female?

Suppressing the momentary surprise, Fu Mingyu turned around and sat down, "Conveniently ask, which of Shihang's conditions are you dissatisfied with?"

The person over there lazily said, "There is nothing dissatisfied, but Beihang's food is better."

Fu Mingyu felt that he was a pity for his talents, and he could still maintain a good temper for such a reason for taking Joe, "It's simple, if you need it, you can ask the chef to prepare meals for you before each flight."

"That's so troublesome."

"No trouble, any other ideas?"

On the other end of the phone, the conditions were listed one by one.

Talked for more than 20 minutes.

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

While talking on the phone, Fu Mingyu opened the folder of the pilot's detailed information in the computer, sorted by flight record score, found the highest one, and saw a photo in the image column.

Pilots are particular about their body shape, so the attached is a full body photo.

The person above was wearing a student uniform, with a slender and tall figure, standing under the wing, with a radiant look and an excellent temperament.

Looks like plain makeup?

Fu Mingyu zoomed in on the photo and saw a face without makeup.

His eyes froze for a moment, and he always felt a sense of familiarity.

But this feeling flashed by and was denied by myself.

If he had seen this woman, he would definitely be impressed.

"Boss Fu, are you still listening? If you think it's too much, let's forget it. I have no fate with Shihang."

"What?" Fu Mingyu clicked the mouse lightly and turned off the photo, "The signal was not good just now, so I didn't hear clearly."

There seemed to be a chuckle on the other end, "I said, I want to double my annual salary."

Fu Mingyu opened his mouth and said, "Okay."

This time it was the turn of the person on the other end of the phone to be stunned.

I didn't expect him to be so forthright.

"Are there any other conditions?"

"No, no more."

"So, happy cooperation?"

He changed his breath, seemed to have regained his senses, and said, "Mr. Fu, do you really want me to come?"

Fu Mingyu didn't know why she said that, but felt that his patience today was really amazing.

Maybe it's because he can't get used to Xiao Yan, who has always been at odds with Beihang, showing off his power.

But the image of the plane under the plane flashed in my mind again.

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

"Then let me think about it."

?

It seems that there is still a little reluctance.

After the phone was hung up, Fu Mingyu's hand was still in the posture of answering the phone, and he was stunned for a while.

Could it be that Shihang has a bad reputation in the pilot circle?

Logically speaking, it is impossible. Shihang is definitely the industry leader in terms of employee benefits.

Fu Mingyu put down his phone and thought for a while, not knowing what went wrong.

While waiting, he opened his resume again.

As soon as the mouse moved to that photo, the bell rang again.

It was still Bai Yang calling.

Fu Mingyu paused for a moment, then picked up the phone, but Bo Yang was talking on the other side.

"Anything else?"

At this moment, Bai Yang ran to the corridor outside again, and said in a low voice: "Boss Fu, have you thought it through? Double annual salary, although the salary is kept secret, it would be bad if other pilots find out."

"I know."

"That……"

"Keep an eye on the contract." Fu Mingyu said, "The other annual salary will go to my account."

"but……"

"Don't be wordy." Fu Mingyu didn't want to talk too much with him, "It's just an annual salary, and it's not just that much money to buy a bag for a girlfriend for a year. At that time, you can draw up a double contract, and the other will be a reward contract from me personally. , without the hands of the finance department, the tax will also go to my account."

"But she said she still has to think about it."

"It's okay, let her think about it."

Fu Mingyu loosened a button of his suit and rubbed his eyebrows.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, seven hours after the call had ended.

Fu Mingyu had never felt that seven hours was so long.

He was sitting in the conference room, and a group of people chattered about the planning of the first flight of ACJ31, which gave him a headache.

During this period, he looked at Bo Yang twice and pointed to his mobile phone, meaning to ask if there was a call from the Flight Academy, but Bo Yang shook his head.

At this time, the meeting had come to an end, and the people in the planning department below all looked at Fu Mingyu, waiting for him to give instructions.

Fu Mingyu had three plans in front of him, and he spread them out one by one, but his eyes didn't fall on them at all.

The entire conference room was silent for three seconds, and everyone looked at Fu Mingyu tremblingly.

His expression seems to have written "You are not worthy of the ACJ31 plane I bought at a big price" written on his face.

Just when everyone thought he didn't listen at all, he said: "P1 group, four 10 minutes of media reports, no point, how much flow control at the airport will be delayed by wasting such a long time? P2 group, the publicity is boring, and the expression is straightforward. White, the focus is vague, and the choice of media channels is also irrational. Group P3, without any effective publicity concept, multiplication of resources, cross-border creativity, and strong execution, don’t submit a plan if you can’t do these three points. "

The conference room was silent for a while, and the needles could be discerned.

"Dismiss."

Fu Mingyu pushed open the plan book in front of the door, got up and said, "Resubmit the plan next week."

Everyone held their breath and watched Fu Mingyu go out, and the three team leaders came back with dark faces to pack their things.

Someone asked Bo Yang in a low voice, "Boss Fu is in a bad mood today?"

Bo Yang smiled helplessly, did not speak, and chased him out in two steps.

At this time, the phone rang, and Bo Yang stopped to answer it, his expression gradually relaxed.

The person in front turned his head, and Bo Yang gestured "OK" to him.

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

The contract was drafted very quickly, and it came down within a few days, and Bo Yang specially showed it to Fu Mingyu for review.

He didn't have any comments after reading it, so Bo Yang sent it to the Flight Academy.

This hard bone can be regarded as being gnawed down, Bai Yang rubbed his shoulders, and said: "It's just that girls and villains are hard to raise, so I'm sincere and don't bully me."

At this moment, the chief executive officer of Beihang University called.

"Fu Mingyu, what crooked trick did you use to snatch my man away?"

"Your person?" Fu Mingyu got up and smiled easily, "Is it your person after the contract is signed?"

The two companies are leaders in the industry, compete with each other and complement each other, and they have their own understanding of each other.

Yan An put all his strength into this matter, found someone to talk about career planning, and used the pilot's most concerned condition of being the captain as a bait.

Just because he thought too decently, he never expected that Fu Mingyu would directly spend money on it.

Yan An sneered angrily, "Okay, I won't argue with you about this, anyway, the person is yours now, so just tell me, how did you get it away?"

Fu Mingyu: "Rely on personality charm."

"..."

Yan An didn't even roll her eyes, she just hung up the phone.

Fu Mingyu put down his cell phone, walked to the window, his brows relaxed, and he even felt comfortable looking at the continuous rain outside.

Thinking of something, I turned around and asked, "When is ACJ31 coming?"

Bo Yang said: "The air traffic control has already made arrangements. The first plane will take off at [-] o'clock on Saturday morning. If there are no mistakes, it will land at Jiangcheng International Airport on time at [-]:[-]."

Fu Mingyu nodded, and asked again: "What about her?"

Bo Yang was stunned for a moment before realizing who Fu Mingyu was talking about "she".

"The Flying Academy said that they would not waste every opportunity to take the lead in the back row, so she will fly here this time, but the personnel department and the logistics department are closed on Saturdays, and she will formally enter the job on Monday."

Fu Mingyu turned around and sat down, opened a document in front of him, and suddenly asked, "What time is the plane to Huaicheng this Saturday?"

This Bo Yang couldn't remember clearly, he took out his phone and looked at it, and said, "Seven o'clock in the morning."

Fu Mingyu said lightly, "Yes."

On Saturday, the sky was just dawn, and the east was pale.

Today's weather is not good, cloud billows churning in the low places, blocking the light of Venus.

Few flights take off and land at this time, which is the cleanest time of the day at the airport.

There are quite a few people in the terminal hall, but it is surprisingly quiet. Occasionally there is the sound of flipping through papers. The adults may watch their mobile phones or take a nap, and a few children are lying in their parents' arms playing and sleeping.

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

There is already a long queue ahead, but the first-class aisle is still empty, waiting for the last first-class passenger to board the plane.

At this moment, Fu Mingyu raised his hand to look at his watch, paused, and turned his head to look out the window.

The large floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the terminal building provide a panoramic view of the apron, even the indicator lights on the ground.

At this moment, a plane broke through the clouds, its wings split the air, it descended majesticly, and landed smoothly at the center of the runway at an inclination of 8 degrees, traveling at lightning speed all the way.

Even though the terminal building is isolated from the rumbling sound, the aviation people seem to have an intuition. A group of flight attendants pulling the flight boxes tacitly stopped and watched, and a few passengers sitting by the window followed their curiosity. looked back.

The plane on the runway was covered in white as the background color, and a pictorial golden phoenix was sprayed on the fuselage. The wings extended randomly, and the tail of the phoenix was raised high at the tail, showing off its arrogance.

Fu Mingyu glanced at his watch again.

Six fourteen, exactly.

There was a slight smile in his eyes, and he stood here until the moment when the plane stopped on the tarmac.

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

Fu Mingyu looked at him sideways and raised his eyebrows.

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

While speaking, a child in the terminal shouted, "Dad! What kind of plane is that? It's so beautiful!"

The child's father is really an expert. He carried him to the window, "This is our country's own plane. Have you seen the Golden Phoenix? The one with this is the ACJ31 model. It's amazing. It's so low." Clouds fall on their own, and..."

The father's long speech was interrupted by the child's shout, "Wow! The pilot is down!"

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

With a wider view from the window, Fu Mingyu walked over slowly.

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

After all, who doesn't want to see more of the planes they bought for a lot of money.

Fu Mingyu looked at the hatch, the captain had already stepped down a few steps, and the co-pilot followed closely. Fu Mingyu knew both of them well, and they were the refit crew members who he personally decided to send for training.

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

The wind on the tarmac was very strong, whistling past, blowing the hair on her cheeks, fluttering in front of her eyes, and puffing up her white uniform shirt.

Instead of rushing down the stairs, she took off her flight hat, put it between her arms, stood on the spot, raised her head and looked around, and her eyes finally fixed on the six characters "Jiangcheng International Airport".

"Whoa! Is that a sister?" the child shouted again. "Is she a flight attendant? Why is she wearing different clothes?"

The child's father put him on his shoulders with a smile, allowing him to see more broadly, "Haha, that's also a pilot, a female pilot. It's also the first time Dad has seen a female pilot."

The child's voice caught the attention of several passengers nearby, and gradually some people stood by the window to look at the special-shaped plane.

Fu Mingyu took another step forward unknowingly, less than [-] centimeters away from the glass.

He watched intently as she walked towards the terminal building, her figure becoming clearer and clearer.

Her black trousers were blown tightly against her legs by the wind, and every step she took was clean and neat.

The captain beside her seemed to be saying something to her. She tilted her head sideways, and every ounce of her smile spread around her with flying spirit, covering up the existence of the co-pilot beside her.

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

Knowing that she was only looking at the overall terminal building, Fu Mingyu's breathing tightened once because of the illusion of line-of-sight connection from interlaced spaces.

"Boss Fu? The radio is already urging boarding."

Bo Yang suddenly spoke from the side.

Fu Mingyu nodded, turned around and walked towards the boarding gate.

After a few steps, he paused again, and looked back at the tarmac, only to see a crew car slowly heading into the distance.