split sky ride

Chapter 36 - Interview
House seemingly endless rain.

The "Phantom" on the front foot has not been understood yet, and another pica appears on the back foot, which will kill me.

However, the result of the examination made Chen Fei heave a sigh of relief. No one wanted to have a pile of steel in his stomach.

Hallucinations are stronger than pica, but he no longer dared to eat indiscriminately, and he is not an iron eater, so let's eat bread honestly!

After returning to Hangar No. 1 and focusing on the technical manual E again, Chen Fei quickly forgot about accidentally eating a No. 22 spline puller. After all, learning is the moment. The most important thing, once you decide to work part-time in the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, it will definitely take up your own time in the mechanic team.

The afternoon went by in a flash.

As usual, he used a piece of bread for dinner. Chen Fei went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and took the clingy little bird, Xiaojiu, to the interview site of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron.

In hangar No. 1, the area where the pilots are on standby is not the site of the combat flight squadron. The "Zhenxiang" squadron has its own site. A three-story building next to the two hangars is also the dormitory area for the pilots.

The ground handling departments are separated from the pilot's dormitory area, which is adjacent to the hangar.

In a tactical sense, pilots can rush to the hangar at the first time, board the plane and attack, and avoid being caught up in a surprise attack by foreign enemies. If the hangar is razed to the ground, it doesn’t matter whether the pilot is still alive. The meaning of the machine is that the machine is in the human body, and the machine is destroyed and the human body is dead, which is almost the same reason.

Seeing the "True Fragrance" sign hanging on the door, Chen Fei was about to go inside, but was suddenly bumped by someone and almost lost his footing.

"Hey! Watch out, boy!"

A guy with scorched skin pushed Chen Fei away, turned his nose and raised his eyes at him, entered the three-story building first, and disappeared from Chen Fei's sight with his buttocks twisted triumphantly.

The air was filled with a strong smell of kali, and there was a bit of a smell.

Damn, heresy!
The frightened little bird, Chirp, circled Chen Feifei twice, and landed on his shoulder again, chirping non-stop, as if protesting the other party's rudeness.

Chen Fei shook his head, then stepped into the small building.

When he came to the small meeting room at the interview site, Major Chekov Leonidevich Ivanov, the squadron leader responsible for the internal pilot recruitment plan of the air service base, Takal, the personnel director, and several pilots had already Inside, sit behind a row of long conference tables, with two chairs not far across.

The guy with scorched skin and smell of stinky curry who was fighting with Chen Fei just now was sitting on one of the chairs. At this moment, he was flirting with the personnel director Takar.

Originally, he had no impression of the personnel director who was not involved in personnel affairs, and now he has no good impression. He couldn't help muttering inwardly, that Takal's compatriots are as ubiquitous as cockroaches.

Without family planning, both the poor and the rich can live vigorously. Although the population has continued to expand, it is limited by living resources and sanitary conditions, and is good at all kinds of death. It soon touched the population balance line. There are many births, and there are many deaths. At around 15 billion, we can no longer go up. We can only look up to the entire ethnic group to start exporting the world's 20 billion. There is nothing we can do except gnash our teeth.

Chen Fei's eyes fell on Chekhov who was sitting in the center, which surprised him a little. After only one night, the other person's nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Chen Fei kept muttering in his heart, could it be that he was drunk last night and accidentally beat up this big bear?

Sensing that Chen Fei was looking up and down at himself with doubtful eyes, Major Chekov, the squadron leader of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, coughed angrily, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Hmmm! That so-and-so, look after you You are not allowed to bring in the birds, throw them away quickly."

As long as you are a pilot, there is no one who is not afraid of birds, especially when you are in the sky, once you see them, you will always back away, and you can't afford to provoke them!

"This is my partner!"

Chen Fei refused without hesitation. Others can ignore it, but he can't.

"Oh, idiot!"

It seemed that the person who also came to participate in the pilot interview gave Chen Fei a disdainful look, showing a sense of superiority from nowhere.

"Well, uh, Chen, what is it, Chen, did you hear what Chekov Squadron Commander said?"

The personnel director Takal said something recklessly.

But he didn't dare to look at Chen Fei. He must have been covered with a plate of fried rice that night, and his memory is still fresh to this day.

Chekov didn't intend to continue to be serious, patted the table, and said directly: "Since everyone has arrived, let's start!"

There were only two people participating in the pilot interview, Chen Fei and that rude guy.

After all, the internal recruitment plan of the air crew base is a serious matter. Whether it is the person who met Takal, the personnel director, or Chen Fei who came to the small conference room, he immediately straightened his back on the chair and maintained a posture of sitting upright.

Chekhov said seriously: "Well, I won't ask one by one. Is there any problem with the competition?"

Maybe it was the wound on his face, but he couldn't help but sucked in a breath of air after he finished speaking.

Damn, it's hard to be beaten!

"no!"

"Chirp!"

Chen Fei looked embarrassed.

What kind of pilot is this dumb bird competing for, can you pull a joystick, or fire a missile?
Under the watchful eyes of Chekov and the others, he quickly grabbed the little bird in his palm, scratched its chin lightly, and prevented Xiaojiu from speaking casually.

The little bird showed the same expression as a cat, half-closed his eyes, as if enjoying it.

This stupid bird!
The guy sitting by the side mouthed Chen Fei.

"Fool!"

This kind of person is always so self-righteous, Chen Fei directly chooses to ignore it.

Chekhov also chose to ignore it, and continued to say calmly: "The first question, do you have any relevant industry experience, such as flying an airplane, remote-controlling a drone, even toys and computer games are fine."

Everyone knows that there is a competitive relationship between the fellow in charge of personnel and Chen Fei in the mechanic repair team, but the decision of who will become the pilot of the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron is entirely up to the squadron leader Chekov. Others are just witnesses and have no right to intervene.

"My name is Sanjani. I have been an aviation fan since I was a child. I have collected all aircraft models from nearly 200 years in my family, even the light-winged ships and air falcon models in the sky world. I am also a high-level player of air combat games. I usually like to use I take pictures with a remote-controlled drone, I have taken flight courses for a period of time, and I have an international RPL primary flight license and 30 hours of flying experience.”

After finishing speaking, the fellow from Takal, the personnel director, turned his head and smiled triumphantly at Chen Fei.

This guy really came prepared.

Personnel Supervisor Takal pretended to hide his small thoughts, and said, "Xiao Chen, what about you?"

"Only the car driver's license C2, just finished reading the technical manual ABCDE of the A-39B 'Big Mouth' light turboprop attack aircraft, a total of five books, no flying experience, no flying toys, and no flying games, other things related to flying It's related...I only have it, Xiaojiu!"

Chen Fei gestured with the little bird in his arms. He always felt that he came to the interview not to drive ducks to the rack, but to drive ducks to the barbecue grill. It was too difficult for him.

The bird chirped knowingly, and tilted its head to look at the few teasers on the opposite side.

"Chirp!"

Birds are natural flying experts, undoubtedly No.1, and even humans have to learn from them.

……

"Pfft!~~"

"Hahaha!"

The few pilots present could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.

The HR director Takal laughed too blatantly in public, with a slightly distorted expression, obviously enduring it very hard.

Chekov touched his head helplessly.

"Boy, are you serious? Hahahaha..."

The competitor on the side, Sanjani couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out laughing, feeling that he had won another trick, and the victory was invincible!
Chekov said suddenly: "No! You have 10 minutes of actual combat flying experience, and your record is as high as that of a gold dragon."

His words made the laughing competitor Sanjani like a cock in a strangled neck, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Bang!
"Shit!"

Thakal, the personnel director, finally remembered that there was such a thing, and slammed the table angrily.

Fans of Shenma aviation, game masters, RPL primary pilot licenses and 30 hours of flying experience, can't match the 10 minutes of facing the golden dragon, let alone the actual shooting record, the two are almost amateur players and professional players difference.

In the next second, the personnel director quickly noticed that Chekov and the pilots stopped laughing and looked over with unfriendly expressions.

Damn, this is the site of the "True Fragrance" squadron, who dares to pat the table here, what do you mean? !

"What are you looking at?"

Good guy!As soon as the words came out, he quickly covered his troublesome mouth.

The survival rule in Thakal's hometown: counseling is the kingly way.
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(End of this chapter)