Chapter 43 "Bring hatred to her."

In just a few seconds, the plane shook due to turbulence caused by the air flow, and the strong feeling of falling made all the passengers experience the uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness.

In the passenger cabin, the flight attendants were trying their best to calm the passengers, but the cockpit was calm.

In the pilot's headset, approach control also responded: "Zhongnan 8861, Hecheng approach radar identification, lowering standard pressure 5100, using runway 20R."

The instructions are clear and fast, and the voice has a natural soft and sweet taste, but it is not greasy, and it can make people's ears numb.

Li Fuzheng raised his eyebrows and repeated calmly: "Standard pressure 5100, runway 20R, Central South 8861."

Immediately afterwards, he made another report: "Zhongnan 8861, there is moderate turbulence near the approach point, please let other aircraft pay attention."

"Zhongnan 8861, got it, thank you."

"You're welcome, Zhongnan 8861."

The curve of Li Fuzheng's mouth corners is more obvious.

The turbulence continued. He stared at the data on the instrument panel with a calm expression and glanced at the co-pilot: "Since you have nothing to do, why don't you go on the radio to calm the passengers?"

"I'm coming?"

"Don't want to broadcast it?"

"Of course not..."

The co-pilot was still thinking about what to say when the observer sitting in the back seat suddenly laughed: "Brother Zheng will be in charge of contacting our control lady. Xiao Luo, you should hurry up and broadcast, and stop talking nonsense."

"Oh, okay."

After the broadcast was over, the plane gradually left the area with air turbulence.

Xiao Luo finally couldn't help himself and turned around to ask, "Brother Yu, do you know something? Tell me about it, too."

"What can I know? Ask your brother Zheng."

"Brother Zheng is busy..."

Cai Yu cleared his throat and asked, "What do you want to know?"

Xiao Cai was an old acquaintance. He knew that Li Fuzheng had bought a ring and that he was going to give it to his wife. He also knew that Li Fuzheng and the approach control lady with a nice voice...

But before Li Fuzheng agreed, he didn't dare to gossip.

Xiao Luo rubbed his hands and said, "From what I heard from Brother Zheng and that supervisory lady, they are pretty familiar with each other, right?"

Cai Yu rolled his eyes and asked, "How did you know that?"

"It's just my intuition."

Xiao Luo didn't say anything else. What really made him make the judgment was that Li Fuzheng's reaction after entering the city was abnormal enough.

In other communications before, he had not shown such interest, but when he heard that voice, he immediately took the initiative to talk to the controller.

Completely different situation, he could see it as long as he had eyes.

"Then your intuition is indeed..."

"Xiao Cai." Li Fuzheng in the front row glanced back nonchalantly, "You seem to be quite free. Ask No. 3 to give you the flight log. You can fill it out slowly after landing and leave after you have finished filling it out."

Cai Yu immediately swallowed back what he was about to say and said honestly, "Brother Zheng, I was wrong."

Li Fuzheng tapped his leg with his fingers. He didn't mind people knowing about his relationship with Meng Liyue, but it depended on the occasion.

As the plane gradually descended, Meng Liyue's instructions became faster and faster in my ears.

"Central South 8861, descending to standard pressure 42."

"Zhongnan 8861, reduce speed to 220."

"Zhongnan 8861, maintain below 3900."

After a moment, she asked him again in the frequency: "Zhongnan 8861, how many knots of tailwind are there at the current altitude?"

"Section 21, Central South 8861."

"Zhongnan 8861, got it, thank you."

Second thank you today.

Li Fuzheng pressed the phone and said in a long and casual tone, "You're welcome. Central South 8861."

Unfortunately, her response to him was a ruthless order: "Central South 8861, due to the gap, radar guidance, turn left and head 140, and wait for an estimated two minutes."

Li Fuzheng gritted his teeth and snorted softly, but he could only accept the arrangement obediently.

"Turn left to heading 140, Central South 8861."

Wait until the time comes and continue to descend.

Meng Liyue's voice was flat and emotionless: "Zhongnan 8861, contact Hecheng Approach 119.425, goodbye."

Li Fuzheng touched his cheek and lowered his voice: "Contact 119.425. See you next time. Zhongnan 8861."

The words that had inexplicably bothered him some time ago were now used by him here.

He was in a good mood.

Meng Liyue, sitting in the high-sector command seat, maintained an unchanged expression and issued instructions to other aircraft again without any disorder.

She was the only one who knew how much she had been affected.

She had been directing for more than an hour straight, switching positions with her colleagues to act as the monitor.

Each seat is double-occupied to ensure that the instructions are issued correctly.

In front of the radar automation system next to him, Mu Cheng, who was in charge of the floor fan, was frowning and staring at the trainee controller beside him.

It was obvious that the young controller was very nervous and looked serious. Even in the air-conditioned control hall, beads of sweat were pouring down his face.

Even every time he spoke after pressing the ptt button, he was particularly cautious and spoke relatively slowly: "Spring 8148... The Hecheng approach radar showed that the altitude dropped to 21."

"Jixiang 1038, turn right heading 150...cleared for blind landing on approach runway 02L, establishing localizer."

"South 3685, descend to 12, speed up to 180."

"Hainan 7443, radar service terminated, contact..."

Mu Cheng suddenly and quickly hung up his microphone.

He spoke again with a blank expression: "Hainan 7443, can you visually see the aircraft ahead?"

"Sure, Hainan 7443."

"Hainan 7443, continue to maintain visual separation."

"Continue to maintain visual separation, Hainan 7443."

Mu Cheng began to guide the Southern 3685, asking them to increase their speed. At the same time, he issued another command:

"Hainan 7443, please reduce the speed to 180 as soon as possible. The ground speed of the aircraft ahead is a bit slow."

"Received. Slow down to 180 as soon as possible. Hainan 7443."

For a long time afterwards, Mu Cheng was the one giving the orders. Meng Liyue could hear his fast-paced, non-stop, highly coordinated commands.

It usually takes more than ten years of work to reach the level of a Level 2 controller. Mu Cheng's ability is evident to all in the entire control unit.

There were several times when there were night shift thunderstorms and the volume of inbound and outbound flights was huge, so we had to temporarily open additional sectors. He was the one who took charge of everything. As long as he was there, we felt at ease.

Two hours of work were over, and the controllers who had finished the change walked out. Mu Cheng pulled his collar, looking serious. His facial features were not harsh and he could be considered gentle, but every time he lectured people, he was particularly terrifying.

"Do you know that the aircraft ahead of you is traveling at such a low speed that it will easily exceed the safe interval?"

"I've taught you many times to always pay attention to the aircraft in front of you. In addition to the vertical separation, the distance must not be less than 20 kilometers. This is the most basic point. Making a mistake here is the most stupid."

"Once something goes wrong and reaches the error standard, everyone from the bottom up will have to pay for your mistake except you!"

The young controller lowered his neck and couldn't raise his head at all.

Mu Cheng also noticed Meng Liyue at this time. He said in a tone of regret: "Your senior sister was only 23 years old when she came here, and she was released after two years. If you don't work hard, you should transfer to another unit as soon as possible!"

Meng Liyue: “?”

Is it really a good idea to attract hatred from her like this?