No, a downpour is coming, and downpours are the enemy of helicopters. Isn't she afraid?
Wang Baodao realized what was happening and found himself holding Boss Nie's wife's hand. He hurriedly let go, saying, "I'm sorry!"
He was panicking, but had no idea what to do.
I wanted to offer advice or urge her on, but I was afraid of disturbing Chen Rou's mindset and making her panic.
But even without being reminded, he could already foresee how Chen Ke, Yue Zhongqi, and his other comrades, who were still stationed at the port, were cursing him, and what kind of criticism he would face even if he managed to get back.
However, he quickly stopped thinking about it, because what was happening before his eyes was a miracle he had never heard of or seen before.
Normally, to gain altitude, a helicopter needs to tilt itself first and then gradually lift up. But Chen Rou did it differently. After the cloud formation arrived, before Wang Baodao even realized it, she started lifting up from the spot.
Of course, she needed to tilt, but while keeping an eye on the clouds outside the window, she also kept an eye on the wind direction on the dashboard, fine-tuning the aircraft amidst the turbulent and complex winds outside, so that every layer of changing airflow could help her gain altitude.
And because she handled it so smoothly, the helicopter kept swaying from side to side, but it didn't shake at all.
In the blink of an eye, the outside of the glass was covered in thick fog, and everything around was white. However, from the howling and whistling wind, it could be judged that at this altitude, there would be an airflow layer of about five meters, and the helicopter was also ascending at a speed of 5 meters per second.
In other words, Chen Rou needs to decide how to adjust the machine every second, and at the same time, every step she takes must be correct.
Raindrops came, pattering against the glass, but in the blink of an eye, the helicopter emerged from the clouds.
The purplish-red ash from the crater, the setting sun, and the hazy gray cloud at my feet—everything was vividly presented before my eyes.
From a sudden downpour to a sunny day in an instant.
A stunning sunset, an absolutely breathtaking view.
Only then did Wang Baodao realize that he had crushed a bag of potato chips into crumbs.
But he was so excited that he immediately swore, "Awesome!"
As the saying goes, skill breeds daring, but before experiencing it firsthand, Wang Baodao had no idea just how awesome a pilot could be.
Just now, he saw it and experienced it firsthand, but his education level was not high enough to describe it. He could only say two words in a pale and inadequate way: awesome!
But Nie Tai is truly amazing.
In the extreme weather of strong convection, even well-trained American pilots dare not fly helicopters. Not only did Nie Tai dare to fly them, but she did so smoothly and effortlessly. How many times had she flown them before?
Wang Baodao's worldview collapsed at this moment; he felt like his head was about to explode.
After scratching his head for a while, he asked, "Mr. Nie, you were trained at a military school, right? And you were a professional pilot?"
Chen Rou smiled and said, "Pretty much. The main thing is that we had money back then, and these kinds of things weren't rare. Everyone could make as many as they wanted, however they wanted, as long as they could develop the skills."
She was talking about the future, when the country is strong and the special forces are well-equipped with all kinds of military equipment. They can afford to buy all kinds of aircraft, including those made in the US, France, and Russia, and then build as many as they want.
Technical skills require hard work, but they also require money. Soldiers like Chen Rou are forged through hard work and financial investment.
Her predecessors, even though they had the will and the desire, couldn't hone their skills because the country was poor and they had no money. They treated every airplane like a treasure, afraid of damaging it.
To put it bluntly, it all comes down to money.
However, Wang Baodao misunderstood. He thought that the money Nie Tai mentioned belonged to Boss Nie's family, and that her skills were all honed by Boss Nie's money. Thinking about it, it was quite good. So he said, "Madam Nie, although training to fly is expensive, your money is well spent. Your Nie family is also not only rich, but also benevolent, righteous, and kind."
Well, as expected of the leader's son, he's even better at talking than Yue Zhongqi.
To avoid the cloud formations, Chen Rou lifted the plane up and circled the crater before turning back and diving down. Below them was the park of Gui Tou Chang's nephew, Aha.
As Chen Rou continued downwards, she still had to ask Wang Baodao a question: "Do you know Guo Xiaobai, a famous mainland tycoon in Hong Kong right now? By the way, his son is named Guo Fuzheng."
Wang Baodao actually knew him and said, "He's surnamed Guo. His family has a leader in the Taiwan Affairs Office, which is currently the most powerful organization."
In Chen Rou's memory, the Taiwan Affairs Office was a den of traitors, a den of traitors, but in this era, it was indeed a good unit with good benefits, good treatment, and high status.
It's enough to know each other; now's not the time for chatting. She lowered her head, indicating that the park had just experienced a rain shower. All the roads and rooftops were clean, and the visibility was good enough after the rain, allowing her to see people walking on the road. Of course, although the Taiwanese boy was currently here, he wasn't among those people.
Wang Baodao is still very good.
Chen Rou could only use her eyes to scout, while he carried a sketchbook, and by the time she finished her rounds, the map was already drawn.
Upon seeing this, Chen Rou had to give a serious thumbs up: "Comrade Xiao Wang, you are much more outstanding than I imagined."
Wang Baodao chuckled to himself, thinking that this Mrs. Nie didn't seem like a wealthy socialite at all; instead, she seemed like a female leader of the Chinese special forces. And if he could carry out missions with such a female leader every day, weekends wouldn't really matter.
Even setting aside the 996 work schedule, he could easily work 700 hours a day.
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