Chapter 36

The three opening curses in the dialect: "What are you looking at?", "Second Uncle!", "Grandma's evil spirit!"

The standard application formula is as follows:

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at your Second Uncle!"

"Damn your Grandma's evil spirit!"

Then comes the daily real-life PK... There will be no exceptions.

Major Chekov, the squadron leader of the "Really Fragrant" combat flight squadron, warned without a doubt, "If you dare to slam the table in front of me again, I'll personally throw you out! I, Chekov, always keep my word."

The pilot with the call sign "Devil Pepper," a short-haired girl with a fierce demeanor, sat beside him, looking at Chekov with a dazed expression and occasionally breaking into a silly smile.

Ever since the big bear returned from the international medical ship to the 911 aircrew base, this deputy squadron leader had become increasingly strange, clearly entering her heat cycle.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"

Takal's face turned pale with fear.

Sangjani, his fellow countryman, also dared not speak up.

"Second question, how can you make eight eights equal one thousand?"

Chekov did not comment on Chen Fei and Sangjani's answers but continued to ask another question.

Personnel manager Takal (⊙?⊙): "?????"

Interviewee Sangjani (°-°〃): "?????"

This question is so difficult, is it one of the top ten mathematical conjectures in the world?

The pilots looked at each other, all secretly smiling.

Don't be fooled by Squadron Leader Chekov's rough and crude manner; in fact, his educational level is not low.

How could someone who can pilot a combat aircraft have a low educational level? Those with less than a bachelor's degree aren't even allowed to touch the control stick.

Sangjani, looking bewildered, started counting on his fingers, muttering to himself, ready for a long calculation.

Chen Fei, relaxed and composed, crossed his legs but did nothing, while Xiao Jiu hopped around on his knee, pecking here and there.

The two interviewees, one sweating profusely from calculations, the other idly playing with a bird.

Personnel manager Takal began to secretly rejoice, just as he was about to show a smug expression, he suddenly remembered something and quickly maintained a serious and professional demeanor, sitting stiffly upright.

Chekov could beat him up, and Chen Fei, on his first day, could overturn his food tray. The outwardly strong but inwardly weak Takal couldn't afford to offend anyone.

"Hey, rookie, are you giving up? Don't forget the money you owe me!"

Seeing Chen Fei's lazy demeanor, Chekov became furious and slammed the table in dissatisfaction.

I put in so much effort and even sacrificed an antique gun, and you have this attitude? Do you deserve it?

Chen Fei spread his hands and shrugged, his response surprising everyone.

"Too easy!"

"@#￥%&"

Sangjani, his competitor, temporarily stopped calculating, turning to look at Chen Fei in disbelief, hardly daring to believe his ears.

Too easy?!

What nonsense is he spouting!

"Hey! Don't try to fool me, if Chekov gets angry, the consequences will be severe."

The big bear clenched his fists, the size of a sand pot, and they collided with a powerful thud.

"Rookie, think before you speak!"

One of the pilots couldn't help but worry about Chen Fei, fearing that the squadron leader might go berserk and the situation would become uncontrollable.

Chen Fei remained calm and said, "There are two answers!"

Although he had a bachelor's degree in economics, not mathematics, the field of economics still required a lot of calculations, and the volume was not small.

After hearing the question, Chen Fei was already confident in his answer.

"Impossible!!!"

Despite his efforts to calculate, Sangjani still paid attention to Chen Fei, even secretly cursing the young man to give up.

Both Takal and Sangjani actually believed in this kind of thing.

But... it was useless!

Their family's water supply was sufficient.

"Two?" Chekov was somewhat surprised, then raised his chin at Chen Fei, completely relaxed, leaning back in his chair, and said with a cold smile, "The answer!"

I've been in the game for over forty years, and I've never seen such a boastful person.

Chen Fei raised his index finger and said, "The first answer: 888 + 88 + 8 + 8 + 8 = 1000!"

This was the simplest brute-force method, starting with the largest number and trying a few times until the desired result was achieved.

Sangjani, competing for the pilot position, was using this method but hadn't found the correct path yet.

Hearing Chen Fei casually throw out the first answer, Sangjani trembled, becoming even more frantic in his calculations. Despite the cool weather, he was drenched in sweat, his forehead glistening.

Can't lose, can't lose to him!

"The second answer: (8888 - 888) ÷ 8 = 1000, it's that simple!"

Chen Fei clapped his hands, upgrading from simple addition and subtraction to the four basic operations. This was just elementary school math, and he had graduated from a four-year bachelor's program, so he wouldn't be stumped by such an easy question.

In recent decades, higher education in Chen Fei's hometown had achieved comprehensive leadership, but the basic compulsory education for primary and secondary schools had been on par with international top-tier aristocratic education since the founding of the country, thoroughly outperforming students from other countries.

Almost everyone in the world knew how ruthless these students were in their studies, dominating globally and never losing, easily surpassing their peers, terrifyingly so!

"Ah!~"

Sangjani suddenly screamed, his eyes rolling back, foaming at the mouth, and collapsing to the ground.

Chen Fei turned to look, not gloating, but slightly surprised that the other party had already given up without him even trying hard.

No sense of achievement, truly boring.

"Sangjani! Sangjani!"

Personnel manager Takal rushed over to pinch the acupoint on his fellow countryman's nose.

His hand was a bit too rough, drawing blood, but the effect was immediate. The fainted fellow countryman groaned and slowly woke up, immediately feeling a deep sense of injustice and crying out, "I don't accept it!"

He hadn't finished calculating, and Chen Fei had already given two answers, severely打击了这个皮肤焦黄的家伙，大学生碾压幼儿园式的残酷打击。

"Third question is unnecessary, the new member of the 'Really Fragrant' combat flight squadron is..."

Chekov didn't even bother to acknowledge the still lying on the ground Sangjani, pointing directly at Chen Fei.

"Flight call sign 'Rookie' Chen Fei, yes, you, don't run, run and you pay!"

Killing requires a life, debt requires repayment, no money means selling oneself, selling oneself means working, working means repaying the debt. Chekov's series of moves were similar to the credit company Chen Fei borrowed from, ensuring he couldn't escape, just like Sun Wukong couldn't escape from the Buddha's palm, he had to follow him no matter what.

The KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic intelligent missile, known as the "Dragon Killer," falling into the hands of a rookie like Chen Fei, who couldn't be more of a rookie, required some extraordinary luck. As a pilot, no one disbelieved in luck; air combat hit rates were a matter of probability, and probability was luck, just like buying a lottery ticket. The first ticket winning and the last ticket winning after everyone else had their turn had the same probability.

It had to be said that this squadron leader was cunning, having dug the pit long ago, waiting for Chen Fei to fall into it.

Look, he even had a flight call sign.

This big bear wasn't just muscle; otherwise, how could he command the respect of his "Really Fragrant" squadron teammates.

Sangjani, the unlucky one, was no different from an extra, just accompanying the entire process.

Mentioning money, Chen Fei's legs started to tremble.

When it rains, it pours, and the debt kept growing, approaching the ten million mark, with no end in sight. His heart felt cold, feeling that life was not worth living.

Sangjani, the interviewee, screamed again, angry, frustrated, and desperate, rolling his eyes and fainting once more.

"Hey, Sangjani, wake up, don't scare me! Sangjani, Sangjani, open your eyes, don't faint!"

Personnel manager Takal had to use the same rough method again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up someone who was pretending to be unconscious.

Even if the personnel manager was dissatisfied with Chekov's decision, he had no way to oppose it. His power was limited to being a witness in the interview of Chen Fei and Sangjani.

In fact, Chen Fei joining the "Really Fragrant" combat flight squadron was already decided, and the interview was just a formality. Trying to change the mind of the autocratic and tyrannical Emperor Chekov was almost impossible.

Have you seen a fist the size of a sand pot?

Takal o(*°▽°*)o︴︴︴: I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!

"Pepper, you scared the rookie!"

The short-haired girl, Yelini Ruxiu, scolded, taking the opportunity to hug Chekov's arm, feeling delighted.

Chekov looked down at the average pair of A's, feeling that life was not worth living. After over forty years in the game, this wasn't his style!