Chapter 36 "Follow Him."

At a certain moment, Meng Liyue really wanted to turn around and tell them.

The person at the center of their discussion is now her husband.

But she was not the type to be overly high-profile, and when some words came to her lips, she ultimately failed to say them.

After lunch break, when it's time to return to the control hall, a new round of command work will begin.

The weather gradually changed in the afternoon, with sporadic drizzles. The weather radar map obtained by the controller already showed large green areas.

Afterwards, the color continued to deepen, and the most troubling thing was that the cumulonimbus weather that was pressing down on the sector was all scattered.

A block here and a block there also make it more difficult for controllers to guide aircraft in and out of the airport on their routes.

"Jinxiu 1845, Hecheng is sighted by the approach radar, reaching standard pressure 2700, turn right and maintain heading 270."

"East 2407, up to 2100, ascend as quickly as possible, pay attention to the crossing altitude."

"South 6303, descend to 2400, maintain current course."

At this time, radar showed that a new aircraft had entered.

"The sacred deer..."

Before Captain Shenlu finished his request, a foreign captain suddenly interrupted him: "Approach good evening DKH1220 Descend..."

Her expression remained unchanged, without any panic, and she issued a "stand-by" command, requiring the sacred deer to continue speaking and commanding it to descend in accordance with the original plan.

Then it seamlessly switched to English: "DKH1220 Approach, Radar contact, reduce speed 200KT." (Jixiang 1220, approach radar detected, reduce speed to 200 knots.)

After issuing this order, he commanded three or four planes in succession. Suddenly, a lazy voice that could make her heart flutter appeared in the radio frequency of Meng Liyue's headphones.

"Good evening, Hecheng. This is Zhongnan 9981, altitude 2700. I'm at your command."

Every time she heard Li Fuzheng say hello to her, it felt different.

Especially after commanding countless aircraft, hearing his voice gives me a stronger sense that my dream has come true.

She had thought that one day, when he returned from a voyage at thirty thousand feet, she could guide him home.

Now, she has done it, but more than that.

Meng Liyue responded quickly: "Zhongnan 9981, Hecheng approach radar has detected it, slow down to 180 first."

At this time, the weather conditions had changed significantly. The accumulative rain in the sector was accompanied by thunder and lightning, causing most aircraft to circle.

Inside the cockpit of Zhongnan 9981, Li Fuzheng was controlling the aircraft. He glanced at the weather radar and immediately sent his application to Meng Liyue.

"I will maintain the course and fly ten nautical miles, then turn right and drop to an altitude of 210, Central South 9981."

Meng Liyue already had enough trust in his judgment. She only needed to check the radar to confirm without any hesitation: "Zhongnan 9981, OK."

Li Fuzheng said with a hint of smile: "Thank you."

Meng Liyue did not respond to him again, but she readily agreed to his request for a detour and route, which made the co-pilot and observer in the cockpit sigh: "This control lady is in a good mood today. She gave us whatever direction we asked for."

Li Fuzheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

They immediately remembered that a previous flight also requested to turn, but the approach control first asked it to wait, and then confirmed the weather and that there was no conflict before granting the approval.

"Hey, from what Brother Zheng said, it seems like there's something else going on. Why don't you tell us?"

Li Fuzheng's lips curled up slightly: "Let's fly around first."

At this time, an application for the next flight appeared in their frequency.

"Hecheng approach, unable to maintain current heading, requesting right turn 220, South China 6112."

"South China 6112, heading 220, there is a conflict."

Li Fuzheng also heard the same frequency call in the cockpit, and the co-pilot beside him exclaimed: "Brother Zheng is indeed the one who has face."

"Not really." Someone's mouth was clearly curved, and his tone was humble, "Lucky, I caught up with the course and got out."

"It's not just luck, it also depends on who is willing to let you go."

The observers in the back row were just trying to join in the fun: "Let's see how the South China flight is going to fly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pilot of South China 6112 in the channel said in a familiar tone: "What other routes are available? The fuel is not enough, South China 6112."

There was a gap of about two seconds. In the approach frequency, a sweet female voice calmly issued an order: "Hua Nan 6112, have you seen Zhong Nan 9981 in front?"

"See, the one 300 meters lower than me? South China 6112."

Two civil aircraft are in the air, and the vertical distance between their flight altitudes is at least 300 meters.

This time, his voice, which was usually indifferent at work, was filled with a barely perceptible smile: "Hua Nan 6112, correct, follow him, fly ten nautical miles on the current course, turn right and drop below 210 degrees."

"Fly ten nautical miles on the current course, turn right and drop 210 degrees, follow the aircraft ahead, South China 6112."

"Hua Nan 6112, add the five-nautical-mile offset. You can control the deviation within five nautical miles."

"Received, South China 6112."

After the series of instructions were issued, South China 6112 thanked us gently in the frequency: "Thank you for your hard work. See you next time."

Meng Liyue also did not respond. She exchanged positions with her observer colleague, and the other party took over the command.

She smiled for just a few seconds, thinking it was quite interesting. Li Fuzheng had found a route to bypass the weather on his own, saving her from having to worry about it, and he was also able to direct the following planes.

Also, she didn't expect that the flight following Li Fuzheng was operated by Lou Huaizhi.

In the cockpit of Zhongnan 9981, the atmosphere was already a little strange.

The co-pilot said, "Brother Zheng, the next group is going to fly with us, so we can take them around?"

"Brother Zheng chose the route himself, which gave him an advantage. He was lucky and didn't have to work hard at all."

Li Fuzheng didn't mind flying around with the follower, as this kind of experience was common. He just cared a little too much about that sentence.

"Thank you for your hard work. See you next time."

Others seemed not to notice and thought that the "see you next time" said by the China Southern Airlines pilot was just a casual farewell.

Li Fuzheng was quick to realize that it was not that simple.

Meng Liyue would never laugh when she was commanding someone who had nothing to do with her, which meant that she also knew that person.

Li Fuzheng immediately thought of "Brother Huai", a familiar and intimate title that sounded sickening.

He sneered, that's just his level.