Sky-cracking Rider

After receiving the notification from the agent lawyer, Hanna Gagel was completely dumbfounded on the spot.

She had prepared as many as forty-seven alternative company names. She had even taken off her skirt, and this is what she got to see?

And, damn it, this "Jiu Defense Company," when on earth did she absent-mindedly add that? Oh wait, now she remembered, she was absolutely out of ideas and just wrote anything!

"It's over, it's over, why did it have to be this one? Can I cancel it? I want to cancel!"

"Sorry, the registered capital has already been locked. If you want to cancel it, you'll have to wait half a month for it to be unfrozen."

The agent lawyer on the other end was sweating profusely; he had been pushed so hard that he hurried through the process, only to find out that among the heap of alternative names, only one was available. There was no choice!

"..."

Slam! Hanna Gagel hung up the phone and furiously banged on the table.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you! Kill you, ohhhhh..."

Outside the office, the subordinates who were originally preparing to report on their work felt their calves shaking upon hearing the noise inside.

The Iceberg is going crazy again!

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Blossoms on both ends, each displaying a branch.

Inside the Eagle-Nest Airport in the Federated States of America's Snow Mountain State.

"Jiu Defense Company? Uh, this name is quite unique!"

Old David slightly twitched the corners of his mouth; the young are truly impulsive.

How could this name not be unique?

Unique enough that absolutely no one else wanted it.

What a disaster!

"It was purely an accident!"

Chen Fei rubbed his forehead; this old lady is so unreliable!

"Hahaha, life is full of disappointments, eighty percent of it is 'jiu'. Making the best of the moment is what matters most."

Old David gulped down the drink in his hand, then laughed and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder, set down a set of keys, and said, "These are your room keys. Eat slowly, drink slowly, I'm off."

Chen Fei watched as the old man ambled out of the cafeteria with his cane.

He sighed deeply.

Damned capitalism, having to work in his old age, it really isn't easy.

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The next morning.

As the sun just spilled into Chen Fei's room, a rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.

"Who is it?"

Hurriedly getting out of bed, still sleepy-eyed, Chen Fei sized up the chestnut-haired Caucasian woman outside his door, dressed crisply in Western business attire.

"Hello, I'm from the immigration bureau's talent introduction office, Audrey Memphis."

The chestnut-haired Caucasian woman gracefully extended her hand to Chen Fei.

"Uh, hello, but I have no plans for immigration!"

Chen Fei was totally baffled as he shook hands with her.

He would be a fool to immigrate from The First Sovereign to another country.

Perfect social welfare, good public security, strong national defense system, isn't it appealing?

"The American Federation welcomes talented people from all over the world. We offer very preferential policies and special welfare benefits for talent introduction…"

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Chen Fei who was full of exasperation.

"Stop, stop, stop, I'm not interested in immigration, didn't think about it in the past, not thinking about it now, won't think about it in the future, that's it, OK, good bye!"

Chen Fei shook his head and then slammed the door shut.

Who even are these people!

The American Federation is no longer the world leader it once was, its days of glory are gone, and since it was originally a country of immigrants with no substantial heritage, it naturally begins to decline the moment the influx of foreign talents stops.

To attempt to replicate its former glory, they need to swing the pickaxe well, poaching from around the world.

But now, with the changing world, even if The First Sovereign does nothing, merely watching from across the Pacific, the American Federation still feels enormous pressure.

The chestnut-haired Caucasian woman, Audrey Memphis, who had been snubbed, stood outside the door stunned for a few seconds, then stamped her foot angrily.

"Damn yellow monkey!"

Then she grudgingly walked away.

The door's soundproofing was mediocre; Chen Fei heard everything clearly.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He had initially wanted to feel sorry for her, considering the difficulties of earning a living after all, shouldn't workers sympathize with fellow workers? However, to his surprise, she turned out to be a racist.

What era is it that they're still doing this nonsense? They deserve to go downhill. They might as well go home and gnaw on old corn!

At nine in the morning, Chen Fei, holding the registration form for the aircraft mechanics training, found the place.

This was a classroom, and with Chen Fei, there were exactly twelve students.

The training class at this private airport was small, with only two teachers for twelve students, ensuring sufficient teaching effort was directed at each student.

In classes with forty-fifty students, even by the end of the term, the teachers might not even recognize all the students, let alone guarantee the quality of teaching. If a student were diligent, that might be okay, but for those who weren't, they would end up as perpetual underachievers, hopelessly so.

Both teachers were a Black couple, Salman and Elisa, their palms jet-black as if perpetually smeared with unremovable grease, and their clothes reeking of engine oil, which made Chen Fei feel a sense of kinship.

Which of Chen Fei's colleagues at the 911 Aircrew Base Mechanics Group didn't look like this? It was a clear sign of daily dealings with machinery.

Chen Fei was the last student to register for the training class and arrived just in time for the class to start.

Time is money, and once the training session started, not a second was wasted. The teachers skipped the usual introductions and technical assessments, diving straight into the subject matter.

"Beep beep!"

Just as Chen Fei was getting ready to listen to the lecture from the two Black teachers, he heard an odd noise by his ear.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a Black man grinning at him.

Chen Fei, annoyed, asked, "What do you want?"

"I'm Randy. What's your name?"

The Black student winked and grimaced at Chen Fei.

"Chen Fei!"

Just as Chen Fei was about to shift his focus back, he heard the other lower his voice and say, "Interested in picking up some chicks later? I know a place."

Pfft!

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei almost smacked him across the face.

What are you up to, Little Coal, not shining bright but pimping instead?

The Black female teacher Elisa noticed that Chen Fei and Randy were whispering and immediately said, "Gentlemen, please pay attention to the lecture."

"Don't worry…"

"Shh! We'll talk after class."

Chen Fei, frustrated, turned his attention back, making a mental note to ignore him from now on.

"Beep beep! There's a new blonde Persian cat in town, really fresh…"

The inattentive student, finding Chen Fei unresponsive, moved on to bother someone else.

Paying all that training fee just to pimp around is simply unbelievable.

"Mr. Chen Fei, would you answer this question, please?"

During the lecture, Salman, who was leading, wrote a problem on the blackboard for Chen Fei to solve on the spot.

"Uh... sorry, I don't know."

Chen Fei scratched his head; the problem was about an aircraft model he was unfamiliar with, so naturally, he didn't know how to answer.

"These are the basics – you still need to improve. Sit down for now!"

Salman had seen all kinds of strange students and wasn't angry in the slightest.

The skill levels of students varied, some hadn't even touched an aircraft before, and this young man from the East was probably in a zero-basis training, which was quite a burden on the teacher, deserving a raise!

That raise wouldn't come from Chen Fei himself, naturally; it would be covered by the organization.

Salman quickly introduced another question about the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, no one could answer it, except for Chen Fei who unexpectedly raised his hand and gave a remarkably accurate answer that only a seasoned handler could provide.

Having noticed Chen Fei's narrowly specialized knowledge, Salman probed, "Mr. Chen Fei, which aircraft models are you familiar with?"

Chen Fei answered truthfully, "The A-39B 'Big Mouth Monster', MiG-28, and gyroplanes."

For other aircraft, unless it was for a "sacrifice," he was completely clueless.

"Pfft! Isn't that the standard issue for a military contractor?"

Randy and a few other students looked at Chen Fei in astonishment. What kind of guy was this little brother?

Indeed, a couple of people seemed quite thrilled as if they had found someone from the same field.

"Did you switch careers halfway? What did you study before?"

Salman caught on to this as well.

"Economics, bachelor's degree!"

Chen Fei shrugged his shoulders; rather than hiding and causing misunderstandings, he might as well be open about it

This career path was almost veering from the Sahara to Siberia.

The teacher and students were stunned.

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