Chapter 36 - Interview
The house leaked and it rained all night.
The "vision" on the front foot has not been figured out yet, and if a pica appears on the back foot, it will be fatal.
However, Chen Fei was relieved by the test results. No one wanted to have a pile of steel in his stomach.
Hallucinations are stronger than pica, but he no longer dares to eat randomly. He is not an iron-eater, so he should just eat bread honestly!
After returning to Hangar No. 1 and focusing on Technical Instruction E again, Chen Fei quickly forgot about accidentally eating a No. 22 spline puller. After all, learning was the priority at the moment. The most important thing is that once you decide to work part-time in the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron, you will inevitably take up your time in the maintenance team.
The afternoon flew by.
After having dinner with a piece of bread as usual, Chen Fei returned to the dormitory, took a shower, and took the clingy little bird Chirp to the interview location of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron.
In Hangar No. 1, the area where the pilots are on standby is not the territory of the combat squadron. The "Zhenxiang" squadron has its own territory, which is in a three-story building next to the two hangars. The pilots' dormitory area.
The ground service departments are separated from the pilots’ dormitories, which are adjacent to the hangar.
In a tactical sense, pilots can rush to the hangar as soon as possible, board the aircraft, and avoid being attacked by foreign enemies. If the hangar is razed to the ground, it doesn't matter whether the pilots are still alive. The meaning of this is that the opportunity lies with the people, and if the opportunity is destroyed, the people will die. This is pretty much the truth.
Seeing the sign "True Fragrance" hanging at the door, Chen Fei was about to walk inside, but he was accidentally bumped by someone and almost lost his balance.
"Hey! Watch it, kid!"
A guy with scorched skin squeezed Chen Fei away, raised his nose and eyes at him, and entered the three-story building first. , swaying his hips triumphantly and disappeared from Chen Fei's sight.
The air is filled with a strong smell of khali and a bit stinky.
Damn, heresy!
The frightened bird flew around Chen Fei twice and then landed on his shoulder again, chirping non-stop, as if to protest against the other party's rudeness.
Chen Fei shook his head and then stepped into the small building.
When he came to the small conference room at the interview site, Major Chekov Leonidovich Ivanov, the squadron leader who was responsible for the internal pilot recruitment plan of the air service base, and Takar, the personnel manager He and several pilots were already inside, sitting behind a row of long conference tables, with two chairs not far away opposite.
The guy with scorched skin and a smell of khali who just fought against Chen Fei was sitting on one of the chairs. At this moment, he was exchanging glances with the personnel director Thakar. There's obviously something fishy going on.
He originally had no good impression of the indifferent HR director, but now he had even less favorable impression. He couldn't help but secretly mutter that Thakar's compatriots were indeed as ubiquitous as cockroaches.
Without family planning, both the poor and the rich could have children. Although the population continued to expand, it was limited by living resources and sanitary conditions, coupled with the ability to commit suicide in various ways. The population balance line has been touched. There are more people living and more people dying. It can no longer go up to around 1.5 billion. We can only look at the entire population and start exporting 2 billion to the world. There is nothing we can do except grit our teeth.
Chen Fei's eyes fell on Chekov who was sitting in the middle, which made him a little surprised. Just one night later, the other person actually had a bruised nose and a swollen face. Even though his face was serious and serious, he still couldn't hide his emotions. Divided into embarrassment.
Chen Fei wondered in his heart, could it be that he was drunk last night and accidentally beat up this big bear?
Aware that Chen Fei was looking at him up and down with doubtful eyes, Major Chekov, the squadron leader of the "Really Fragrant" combat flying squadron, coughed angrily, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Yeah! That so-and-so, watch your bird, don’t bring it in, throw it 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, they will stay away and avoid them. You can't afford to offend them!
“This is my partner!”
Chen Fei refused without hesitation. Others may not care, but he cannot.
"Oh, idiot!"
The man who seemed to have come for the pilot interview looked at Chen Fei with disdain, showing off a sense of superiority that he didn't know where it came from.
"Well, uh, Chen, Chen, what are you doing? Did you hear what Squadron Leader Chekov said?"
Takar, the personnel director, said in a fake tone.
But he didn't dare to look at Chen Fei. He must have been slapped with a plate of kary fried rice that night, and it is still fresh in his memory to this day.
Chekov had no intention of continuing to be serious. He patted the table and said directly: "Now that everyone has arrived, let's get started!"
Only two people participated in the pilot interview. , Chen Fei and that rude guy.
After all, the aircrew base's internal recruitment plan was a serious matter. Whether it was the person who met Takar, the personnel director, or Chen Fei, who came to the small conference room on the back foot, they immediately straightened their backs in their chairs and maintained an upright posture.
Chekov said seriously: "Well, I won't ask them one by one. Is there any problem with the competition for jobs?"
Maybe it was an injury on his face, he said After finishing it, I couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Damn it, I was beaten hard!
“No!”
"Chirp!"
Chen Fei looked embarrassed.
What kind of pilot is this silly bird competing for? Can you pull the joystick or launch missiles?
Under the gaze of Chekov and others with black lines on their heads, he quickly caught the bird in the palm of his hand and gently scratched its chin to prevent the little bird from speaking casually.
The little bird showed an expression similar to that of a cat, with its eyes half-closed, as if enjoying itself.
What a stupid bird!
The guy sitting aside made a mouth gesture to Chen Fei.
"Idiot!"
This kind of person is always so self-righteous, Chen Fei simply chose to ignore it.
Chekov also chose to ignore it and continued to say leisurely: "The first question is, do you have any relevant industry experience, such as flying an airplane, controlling a drone, even toys and computers? Games, everything is fine.”
Everyone knows that there is a competitive relationship between the fellow in charge of personnel and Chen Fei from the maintenance team, but in the end who will become the pilot of the "Zhenxiang" combat flying squadron. This decision is completely made by Squadron Leader Chekov alone, and Others only serve as witnesses and have no power to intervene.
“My name is Sanjani. I have been an aviation fan since I was a child. My family has collected all the aircraft models in the past two hundred years, including light-wing ships and air falcon models in the sky world. I am also an expert in air combat games. Level players, usually like to use remote control drones I took photos with the camera, I have taken flying lessons for a period of time, I have an international RPL junior pilot license and 30 hours of flying experience.”
After finishing speaking, the fellow HR manager Thakar turned his head and rushed proudly. Chen Fei bared his teeth and smiled.
This guy really came prepared.
Takal, the personnel director, pretended to hide his thoughts and said: "Xiao Chen, what about you?"
"I only have a C2 driver's license. I just finished reading the technical manual ABCDE of the A-39B 'Big Mouth Monster' light turboprop attack aircraft. There are five books in total. I have no flying experience, no flying toys, and have never played flying games. Others are related to flying. It’s relevant... I only have it, Xiaojiu!”
Chen Fei held the bird and gestured. He always felt that he came to the interview not to rush ducks to the shelf, but to rush ducks to the barbecue grill. It was too embarrassing. People.
The bird chirped knowingly, tilting its head to look at the teasers opposite.
“Chirp!”
Birds are natural flight experts, undoubtedly No. 1. Even humans have to learn from them.
...
“Pfft!~~”
“Hahaha!”
The pilots present could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.
Takar, the human resources director, did not want to laugh too blatantly in front of everyone. His expression was slightly distorted, and it was obvious that he was having a hard time enduring it.
Chekov rubbed his head helplessly.
"Boy, are you serious? Hahahahaha..."
The competitor on the side, Sanjani couldn't help it any longer and burst out laughing, feeling that he had won again One move can defeat the enemy without force!
Chekov suddenly said: "No! You have twenty minutes of actual combat flying experience, and your record is as good as a gold dragon."
His words made the competitors laugh non-stop Sanjani was like a cock being choked, and her laughter stopped abruptly.
Bang!
“Shit!”
Takal, the personnel director, finally remembered that there was such a thing, and slammed the table angrily.
Shenma aviation fans, game masters, RPL junior pilot licenses and 30 hours of flying experience are not worth the twenty minutes facing the gold-type dragon, let alone the actual shooting record. The two are almost It is the difference between amateur players and professional players.
The next second, the personnel manager quickly noticed that Chekov and several pilots stopped laughing and looked over with unkind expressions.
Damn it, this is the territory of the "Zhenxiang" squadron. Who dares to slap the table here? What do you mean? !
“What are you looking at?”
Good guys! As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he quickly covered his troublesome mouth. The rule of survival in Takar's hometown: cowardice is the way to go.
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(End of this chapter)