Chapter 8

"Connection successful, identified device IPv6.Fe80:1c57:6c9d:30a9:4fC5|ID Name: A-39B SN:AFO0058568"

"Connection successful, identified device IPv6.Q1ed:9xTF:00ED:S557:5A3b|ID Name: Note PAD User: Chen Fei, Work Number: 911-95533"

The "Tianyan Cloud Inspection" interface on the tablet and the inspection panel of the A-39 "Big Mouth" simultaneously displayed a notification.

"First, perform a quick self-check to inspect all integrated modules. If there are no issues, then proceed with specialized and in-depth tests, focusing on the sensors, avionics communication, and flight control modules, as well as the engine components."

Chen Fei, a young college student, quickly became familiar with the basic operations of the professional maintenance software "Tianyan Cloud Inspection" under the guidance of the maintenance chief, Xiao Ming.

The basic maintenance of the A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft does not require disassembling the entire aircraft. By connecting a dedicated data cable to the onboard computer's maintenance module, the tablet can receive relevant data from the built-in sensors of each component, providing a general understanding of the aircraft's current condition.

If a fault is detected, it can be described in one sentence: "Where it's broken, replace it, so easy!"

The "Big Mouth" has a high degree of integration, even featuring quick-release design, allowing for easy disassembly and replacement of modular components with minimal tools and equipment.

As a professional aviation maintenance software, "Tianyan Cloud Inspection" has more advanced and complex functions. With the permissions Chen Fei, a rookie, had just obtained, he could only use the basic mode. There were also intermediate, advanced, and expert modes.

After instructing Chen Fei on how to use "Tianyan Cloud Inspection," Xiao Ming said solemnly, "Remember the most important 'Heinrich's Law': behind every serious accident, there are 29 minor accidents, 300 near misses, and 1,000 potential hazards."

If a fighter pilot is killed in an aerial dogfight, even if the aircraft is destroyed and the body is never found, the blame lies with the pilot, who was outmatched, fated, or destined.

However, allowing a faulty fighter to take off and causing unnecessary losses or casualties is murder and cannot be forgiven.

For every minute a plane spends in the air, ten minutes are spent on maintenance and upkeep on the ground, leaving no room for carelessness.

The job of the maintenance team is to ensure that the knights take qualified weapons into battle and return alive as much as possible.

Following the instructions of Maintenance Chief Xiao Ming, Chen Fei carried the dedicated data cable and connected it to every aircraft in Hangar 1, including two armed helicopters.

Armed Helicopter: 〒▽〒

"Tianyan Cloud Inspection" supports the inspection of not only the A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft but also over a hundred other models, including most of their variants.

Finding a quiet corner, Chen Fei leaned against a workbench, holding a thick "Big Mouth" technical manual (A), frowning as he compared the data read by "Tianyan Cloud Inspection" on the tablet. At that moment, someone pushed a small cart into the hangar.

"Sunflower seeds, peanuts, beer, airplane cups, space cups, anyone want anything?"

Sunflower seeds, peanuts, beer, uh... something strange seems to have mixed in.

In fact, even condoms are military supplies. Anything related to the military is not strange, just rare.

Chen Fei's ears perked up, and he looked up to see a man with a simple, honest face and single-lidded eyes pushing a cart full of items around the hangar.

The man did not approach the work area but circled around the flight squadron, and the maintenance team was used to it, continuing their work while he hawked his goods.

"Park Ai-hua, a dozen Qing Beer, a pack of roasted peanuts."

One of the men playing cards turned and shouted.

"Sure thing, sure-thing!"

The man quickly took the items from the cart and hurried over.

After the beer and peanuts, others started asking for chips, chocolate, and other snacks.

The flight squadron is the highest-earning group in the airbase, and all departments revolve around them. Each pilot is quite well-off.

After clearing about a tenth of the cart's contents, Park Ai-hua circled the work area again.

Besides the pilots, he sometimes managed to make a few sales to the maintenance team. Even a small profit is better than nothing, and he wouldn't let any opportunity slip by. If he made a sale, it would be another income.

"New here?"

The cart finally stopped in front of Chen Fei, and the man with the simple, honest face blinked his single-lidded eyes, curiously examining the young man.

"Hello, I'm Chen Fei, a new member of the maintenance team, my first day on the job."

Chen Fei quickly put down the thick and heavy technical manual, with BCDEFG stacked beside him, the total volume almost matching Park Ai-hua's cart. In the age of digital documents and e-readers, paper books have not been phased out, becoming important carriers for high-quality literature and technical manuals.

The man shook Chen Fei's hand with a sense of surprise, showing no arrogance of a senior employee, but rather a humble demeanor. "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I'm Park Ai-hua, from Korea. I assist Chef Abel in the cafeteria and do a bit of side business. Want to buy anything? I have everything, high quality and low prices."

The airbase has no convenience store, and this shrewd and meticulous man seized the opportunity, getting a cart to sell goods in his spare time, earning a bit of extra money to support his family. Because he was always polite and humble, no one could get angry with him, and over time, they turned a blind eye to his activities during his breaks.

When the business came to him, Chen Fei quickly waved his hands. "Thank you, but I don't need anything right now."

Burdened with debt, he was too poor to spend any extra money.

"No problem, it's a pleasure to meet you. Here's a gift, just to make friends. How about this? A new batch of airplane cups, very useful and smooth. Or this, a space cup, very practical, drinking hot water is good for your health."

Park Ai-hua was indeed a good businessman, taking items from the cart and insisting on giving them to Chen Fei, even for free.

Even if the sale didn't go through, the goodwill remained, and in the future, he might get some business from Chen Fei.

You have to give to get.

However, the airplane cup and space cup, one for the atmosphere and one for space, seemed like a harmonious pair.

"No, no, really, thank you!"

Chen Fei refused to take the two cups, treating them like hot coals.

After a while of pushing and pulling, Park Ai-hua finally gave up, sighing, "There's nothing I can do!"

Just as Chen Fei thought he was giving up, Park Ai-hua turned around and took out a small bird's nest made of intertwined grass branches.

"This is a magic beast egg I got as a bonus when I bought supplies. It's really free, please take it. Otherwise, it would be a loss of face for me. I, Park Ai-hua, would be very angry, and the consequences would be severe."

It seemed that if Chen Fei didn't take the gift, he would be looking down on Park Ai-hua.

Magic beast egg?

Chen Fei, torn between laughter and tears, looked at the natural bird's nest, with a small blue egg nestled in the soft down, no larger than a quail's egg. It was clearly just a regular bird's nest and egg, and Park Ai-hua was a sly businessman, a deceitful ghost!

Magic beasts are specialties of the Halo world, and even the weakest magic beast has a significant value. Could this shrewd businessman really not know the value?

Even if someone had a mine, they wouldn't casually give a magic beast to someone they just met. This was more wasteful than wasteful, purely a sign of madness.

"If a powerful magic beast hatches, you'll be in luck."

But Park Ai-hua was convinced that he had a magic beast egg, his smile full of sincerity, and he insisted on giving the bird's nest to Chen Fei, even adding a small, elegant box.

If Chen Fei didn't take it, he wouldn't let it go.

"Alright! I'll take the gift, thank you, Brother Park."

With no other choice, Chen Fei took the light, small bird's nest.

If he didn't take it, Park Ai-hua would keep pestering him, affecting his work.

This was his first day on the job, and if he didn't make a good impression on his superiors, his future might be bleak, and he might even be targeted.

"Great, you go ahead and work, I won't disturb you. If you need anything, just let me know!"

Park Ai-hua nodded vigorously, patted Chen Fei's arm, and despite saying he wouldn't disturb him, he lingered for a few more minutes before pushing his cart out of Hangar 1, continuing to hawk his goods to other departments.

Chen Fei, holding the bird's nest, felt helpless. What was going on here?

Was this a joke?

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