"Squadron Leader Chekhov is going to be pissed to death by you,"
Manager Ma wanted to persuade Chen Fei to stop, but then he thought of the other party's habit of using brutal honesty to trap people, which was truly speechless.
But then again, it was also Chekhov's fault for poking his nose into the business of the communication chief, not afraid of getting on the bad side of personnel at the 911 Aircrew Base.
"Just kidding!"
Chen Fei shrugged his shoulders.
Big Bear's nature wasn't bad; he was just a bit frivolous and shaless.
Beep beep beep!
Manager Ma's electronic device beeped abruptly, and he pulled out his cellphone, glanced over the screen, and said, "The boss is coming back at dawn tomorrow!"
The small transport aircraft pilots had a heavy workload, and soon they would take off once more to the nearest public airport to await Boss Hana's arrival.
"So soon?"
Chen Fei had thought Boss Hana would need more ti searching for suitable logistics suppliers, at least not with imdiate results.
No sooner had he spoken, his own phone also chid with a ssage alert.
He took it out and saw it was also from Boss Hana, but the content was sowhat different.
"Four in the morning, drinks!"
Such a heartless capitalist!
Forget it, with good liquor, it's worth having a drink.
Slurp!
"From the boss?"
Being a duty manager took so smarts, and without surprise, Manager Ma probed cautiously.
"Yeah! The boss arrives at four in the morning."
Chen Fei nodded and then asked, "Drink together?"
"?" Manager Ma pointed at himself, "Can I?"
He had long heard that the boss and this young man were drinking buddies, always seen drinking together.
In a certain sense, such a relationship was also called "intimate favor," even though he was just a low-level employee without a managerial position, in the boss's eyes, the degree of importance might not be less than that of a high-ranking executive.
"Of course you can, savor so good wine while reporting on work,"
Chen Fei guessed Boss Hana would definitely ntion what happened at the negotiation scene, so having Manager Ma report would be most appropriate.
"Good, at four in the morning, I'll definitely be there."
Manager Ma smiled.
Having drinks with the boss wasn't sothing that happened often, and he was very grateful to Chen Fei for giving him this opportunity.
A series of muffled thuds echoed from afar, and before long, Chief chanic Xiao Ming ca over, rubbing his fists.
"'Rookie,' we've finished reviewing the technical manual for the F-22 and have compiled a list of consumable parts for you to check out."
Chen Fei expressed his surprise, "That was fast?"
"They're all jet engines, following the sa technical standard. Aside from the engine, it's pretty much the sa old sa old,"
In the past few days, Chief chanic Xiao Ming had not spared any effort, along with his chanics, in poring over the technical data, to the point of developing dark circles under his eyes.
Although the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter parked in Hangar 2 was Chen Fei's private aircraft, adhering to the principle that everything on the plate is fair ga, the chanics team was responsible for every aircraft in the aircrew base, be it corporate or private. Ensuring flight safety was their primary duty.
The F-22, unlike the other two MiG-28s with abundant spares, required a larger stock of parts and materials to guarantee its flight hours, each piece indispensable. Without any one, the fourth-generation combat aircraft wouldn't fly.
"Alright!"
Chen Fei nodded and then inquired, "Chief chanic, do we have any alloy ingots from recycling and slting?"
"Alloy ingots? We have!"
Xiao Ming looked at Chen Fei sowhat strangely, nodding slowly, yet not understanding why the other party would want such valueless discarded tal.
However, previously Chen Fei and the new pilot "Sauerkraut" Tempun Schneider carried a large batch of alloy ingots into Hangar 2 to assemble the F-22, leaving so leftover which was not returned to its original place.
Soon they arrived at Hangar 2, where several chanics were using high-precision equipnt to inspect the newly made batch of spare parts. If these were up to standard, then the flight hours of the nearby F-22 could be fully secured.
Chen Fei first brought over an alloy ingot and placed it on the workbench, set a parts assembly on the ingot, and activated his "tal Shaping" skill!
The parts assembly quickly "sank into" the alloy ingot.
After comparing it with the technical data, Chen Fei nodded and remarked, "The tolerance is up to standard, the proportion of alloy components slightly different, heat treatnt needs improvent, but don't worry, I'll handle that."
He reached into the alloy ingot and pulled out the tal material-adjusted parts assembly.
Before "sinking" in, the parts assembly was not up to par, but after being pulled out, it t the quality requirents.
"Why did you have to lt it into there?"
Confused by Chen Fei's actions, Xiao Ming asked since when in doubt, you ask.
"My special ability only affects tal components. For non-tal parts, it's powerless. Using the larger volu of the alloy ingot allows to wrap around and obtain precise asurents while adjusting the alloy composition on the fly."
Chen Fei patted the alloy ingot, which had undergone an almost imperceptible change in composition. The discarded tal, seemingly without much value for recycling, was actually a little treasure trove, containing over twenty different tal elents accessible to the tal Elental Psychic Power.
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"So that's how it is, wait a second!"
Chief chanic Xiao Ming seed to suddenly rember sothing and hurriedly left.
He returned to Hangar 2 ten minutes later, driving an electric towing vehicle, on which was a neatly stacked array of boxes.
Seeing the puzzled look on Chen Fei's face, Xiao Ming patted the boxes and said, "These are all scrapped PT6A turboprop engines. So parts are almost completely disassembled and not intact, but see if you can use your tal Elental Psychic Power to repair them."
He had a bold idea!
Since tal Elental Psychic Power could repair parts, it stood to reason that it could also be used to repair old engines that had been accumulated over ti.
If successful, 911 Aircrew Base would absolutely have no issues with engine consumption, and it would also save a substantial amount of operational costs.
"For sure! Absolutely!"
Chen Fei was sowhat surprised, he hadn't expected Big Brother Xiao to have hoarded so much junk. Shouldn't this have been thrown into the slting furnace to beco Alloy Ingots long ago?
"It's all yours. Repair as much as you can."
Xiao Ming patted the boxes again.
Each box contained a discarded engine, mostly beyond the warranty range of the manufacturer and beyond repair, scrapped items that could no longer be started. However, they had been well preserved with very little oxidation and rust and were now finally awaiting unsealing.
The "Physical Evolution Database" already had the PT6A turboprop engine. Repairing them turned out to be even easier than correcting the parts made by the chanics for the F-22. After consuming a few Alloy Ingots, Chief chanic Xiao received seventeen brand-new replica PT6A turboprop engines.
As a universal engine, whether in the sky, underground, or on the surface of the water, this engine was eternally useful and one could never have too many.
"Maybe we could get into the recycling business."
911 Aircrew Base, which had accumulated a good amount of Alloy Ingots for a while, was showing signs of running out, forcing Chen Fei to set his sights on the entire Xingdu Kush Mountain Area.
These Alloy Ingots, recycled and slted, didn't offer much opportunity for reutilization at various air bases other than taking up space.
If possible, he would personally go door-to-door to collect items, and chances were that the other party might even pay him to take them off their hands; it was probably a case of mutual need, leading to mutual satisfaction.
Hearing Chen Fei's muttering, Big Brother Xiao directly said, "I'll report to the boss for you!"
"No, I'll have Squadron Leader Chekhov help. He has the contact information for the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area liaison director of the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee."
Chen Fei took an unconventional approach; considering Boss Hana's predicant in the industry, attempting to contact various air bases would most likely lead to rejection. If the liaison director of the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee stepped in, it would be more acceptable. Out of respect for the position if not the person, they would likely be given so face.
"Is he willing to help?"
Xiao Ming had just given Big Bear a good thrashing, and it was doubtful he'd be easy to speak to.
"I'll have the deputy squadron leader relay the ssage."
Chen Fei chuckled mischievously.
This laughter was incredibly troubleso. Big Bear would likely be infuriated to death but would still have to pinch his nose in agreent, then timidly contact the director of the Global Defense Committee. Ha ha ha, it was definitely a major accident waiting to happen.
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At a little past three in the morning, the small transport plane that had picked up Boss Hana from the public airport finally returned to 911 Aircrew Base.
At four in the morning, the entry door to Chen Fei's cottage was punctually knocked on.
"The boss is here!"
Manager Mahnam, the duty manager, imdiately sprang up to open the door.
"Here she is, have another drink!"
Golden-Eyed Azure-Hearted Civet Er Lang, who had heard there was good liquor and had also co to join the fun, was not greeted with good wine but had been so inebriated by cider that he slumped over, dazedly looking up before his large cat head heavily knocked against the sofa, turning his entire body into a drunken mush.
Even though the cider was low in alcohol content and was short in taste, similar to champagne, it could still hit hard if drunk in excess.
"Good morning, Manager Ma. Are you here too?"
Hanna Gagar, dressed in fresh, clean clothes and with her hair slightly damp, entered, greeting Chen Fei and Manager Mahnam.
But fatigue that could not be easily shaken appeared to linger on her face. Even with so rest on the way back to 911 Aircrew Base, it wasn't enough to completely dispel the deficit in her vitality and spirit.
Manager Mahnam cautiously asked, "Boss, how did the negotiations with the logistic supplier go?"
He was a smart man, knowing that Chen Fei had invited him to join such a gathering because it mattered.
"Have a drink first to relieve the fatigue; don't bla for taking the liberty."
Chen Fei opened a bottle of fine wine, poured a small half glass, and handed it over.
"It's just what I needed!"
Hanna Gagar smiled, took the glass, and drained it in one gulp.
Then she exhaled a long breath and said, "This trip was not in vain. Thanks to the contractors from 909 Aircrew Base and Mr. Xia Ji, the CEO of Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, who helped get in touch with a logistic supplier, we finally nailed it down!"
The efforts of nearly half a month were not wasted and ultimately bore good results.
"What?"
The movent of Chen Fei pouring the wine froze.
What was going on? After suffering such a huge loss, the boss of 909 Aircrew Base was actually willing to help find a logistic supplier.
Could it be fate from a previous life?
Manager Mahnam, after being stunned, swiftly ca back to reality and asked, "Boss, what's the situation here?"
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