Sky-cracking Rider

"Fish time, fish time, pure wild fish, no pollution at all, fried first, then braised, and finally the leftover braised sauce mixed with hand-pulled noodles." Chen Fei called out all the way back to the dormitory area of Jiu Defense Company, and Teacher Shen was also conveniently brought back, as it was only right! Old Shen: ... The large lake near "Abyssal Gladiatorial" isn't an artificial breeding area, and for those living in the economic zone, wild fish are quite rare and, even if available, very expensive. Most people at Jiu Defense Company came from the 911 Aircrew Base in the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area, where, let alone large lakes, there weren't even many streams to speak of, so seeing such large fish was out of the question. Setting up the stove, they stoked the fire with scraps of wood. Mr. Abel, the head chef of the 911 Aircrew Base cafeteria, was trained in both Chinese and Western cuisines. Chen Fei, who had awakened his clan's natural talents, learned a lot while helping in the kitchen. The most important parts of cooking usually happened just before putting the food into the pot. They put the semi-cooked fish into the big pot of oil, and with a sizzling and crackling, fried it until crispy and golden. Then they soaked it in a sauce made from soy sauce, sugar, and scallions and ginger, draining it after, which was bound to make mouths water. Neither braising nor frying was a technical job. The master chefs from the Northern Weapons Industry Group had already prepared the sauce, and following the procedure would definitely not go wrong. After frying the fish, they poured out most of the oil, leaving just a bit in the bottom. Then they put the raw fish back in, adding scallions, ginger, cooking wine, and braised sauce, frying first and then braising. When the pot began to bubble and burble, people started to gather around. The three big fish together weighed over a hundred pounds; the yield after removing bones and cooking shrinkage was about half, ensuring each person still got at least two pounds of fish meat, not counting the noodles that would come at the end. "Tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk…" Chekhov Big Bear kept shaking his jowls, spitting out fish bones like a machine gun. Freshwater fish often have many bones, and artificially bred ones have fewer due to genetic selection, but the freshness and meat quality often suffer as a result. Wild fish of this size were elusive and could not be caught at will. It was illegal after all. This rare opportunity to eat such a large wild fish was all thanks to rubbing shoulders with the bigwigs. "Here's the fish head for you!" "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios tossed a big fish head into Chekhov's bowl. Chekhov Big Bear complained, "Why do I have to eat the head?" He wanted the big chunks of whole meat and didn't even want the tail. Irinei Rusios replied snappily, "Because you're the head!" The head eats the head, like cures like; by eating the fish head, one leads the team well. Chekhov looked at the fish head in his bowl, with a troubled expression as if he were staring down an old nemesis. He sneakily glanced towards Boss Hana not far away. He was only a small boss, she was the big boss, so the fish head should go to… "This fish is very fresh!" Hanna Gagel elegantly picked up a piece of fish, blew on the steam, and ate leisurely. The wild fish, naturally born and bred, seasoned by a professional chef, with Chen Fei handling the cooking, brought out the ultimate flavor of the fish. Chekhov hung his head and silently fiddled with the fish head. "'Rookie,' someone's looking for you!" Boss Hana's assistant Lahar suddenly spoke up. "Emmm…" Chen Fei, who had been feasting with others, looked up then followed Lahar's gaze. Two men in suits and leather shoes were standing not far away, giving respectful looks to the group huddled around the big pot scooping out fish, and when their eyes met with Chen's, they bowed and then put on a business-like smile. Chen put his bowl aside and walked over, sizing up the two men. He asked, "May I know your names? What brings you to me?" He didn't know many people at "The Abyss" besides his coworkers from Jiu Defense, his uncle, and Teacher Shen and her daughters. As for others like Miyoshi Monk, it was just business cooperation; one provided money, the other effort, friendship was out of the question. "I'm Jimola Belo from the Boeing Production Department," said the man who was slightly ahead before pointing at the man beside him and introducing, "This is my secretary, Johnson Green." After personally handing over his business card, he then stated matter-of-factly, "No beating around the bush, the design plan for 'Canglong,' name your price!" Indeed very straightforward, not even a hint of small talk, straight to the point. Chen glanced at the business card: the man was the design supervisor of the production department at Boeing Aerospace Company. Chen liked this way of talking, so he said, "Do you want to hear about my grudge with Boeing?" "..." The men from Boeing Aerospace, Jimola Belo and Johnson Green, blinked, utterly perplexed. What has Chen Someone got to do with Boeing Aerospace to hold a grudge? If it weren't for 'Canglong', they wouldn't even consider Chen Xiao'er worth a glance, just standing here was already giving him a lot of face. Chen cocked his head, feigning confusion, and asked, "Don't understand? Haven't you heard?" Jimola Belo suddenly smiled, raised his hands, and bowed slightly, "Ha ha, young man, if there's been any offense, please forgive us!" Even though he didn't know the specifics, being polite face-to-face was necessary, but the unspoken subtext might as well have been, "If you've been offended, do something about it, if you can?" Being the No.2 manufacturer of Blue Star combat aircraft, second only to Dragoon Magic Industries, Boeing Aerospace certainly had the standing to say such words. And if that wasn't enough, behind Boeing Aerospace stood the real powerhouse, Louis Industries. That was an entity even Dragoon, the earliest to delve into magic and alchemy, couldn't match. Chen was very polite as he said, "Sure, let's call it even with the latest F-46 top edition, as a gesture of apology." A typical case of mistaking the other party's courtesy for luck and taking advantage to haggle away, expertise level MAX. Damn... Jimola Belo's eyes twitched as he said with a feigned smile, "Mr. Chen, you really have quite the sense of humor, how could we just casually give away active-duty equipment." "Oh? If I ask my great uncle for it, do you think he would give me one?" Chen Fei looked innocently pure. Ah, this!!! Everybody knew who Chen Fei's great uncle was, and it was no longer a secret. With a little investigation, one would eventually find out about his relation to the chairman of National Defense Star. His great uncle had even given him active-duty missiles—sixteen of them—not to mention combat aircraft... no one dared to guarantee he wouldn't give those too. "Boeing Aerospace can't do that, it's truly impossible." Jimola Belo from Boeing Aerospace's Production Department went from a feigned smile to a forced one. He sincerely talked his way into a dead end, this guy was truly talented, and that's exactly why you shouldn't give him the chance to climb up the pole. "Then it's no fun!" Chen Fei's enthusiasm waned considerably, with an undisguised pout. "Here's a small gift, a token of good will!" Hoping Chen Fei would show some mercy, Jimola Belo took an envelope from his secretary and handed it over. "What gift..." Upon receiving it, Chen Fei opened the envelope on the spot and found a cash check inside. Sneaking a peek at the amount, it was 200,000 Star Yuan. Of course, transferring money would be more convenient, but physical cash had more of a ceremonial feel. Whether or not the deal went through, offering 200,000 Star Yuan just for meeting was proof of the financial muscle of the No.2 combat aircraft manufacturer on Blue Star—they weren't short on money. "Boeing is really loaded!" This time it was Chen Xiao'er's turn to pout. It was so extravagantly impressive that he couldn't help but feel a liking, and if it were another million or eight hundred thousand, he might have liked it even more. Jimola Belo said proudly, "That's right, Boeing Aerospace is a powerful aerospace manufacturer, so please consider the 'Canglong' design proposal seriously. My company also welcomes talents like you, offering top-tier industry treatments." "Alright, I'll consider it." Taking into account that the other party was an aerospace manufacturer even more powerful than National Defense Star and Northern Weapons Industry, Chen Fei didn't immediately agree, nor did he reject the offer outright. He sighed after watching the two leave. "Another attempt to poach you?" Hanna Gagel silently appeared behind Chen Fei, holding a bowl, which was filled with fish and betrayed her presence with its aroma. Chen Fei confessed, "Yeah! This time it's from the Boeing Company." He had been poached before, and it wasn't Boss Hana's first time learning about it. "You might actually consider it seriously!" How could Boss Hana possibly harbor ill intentions, right?! "Not going!" Chen Fei replied without hesitation, then continued, "It was hard enough switching from a Bachelor in Economics to flying combat jets, let alone moving to aerospace design—let's forget it!" Just toying with that Crystal Jet in his possession, he crashed and banged up every single day. Occasional play was fine, but taking it up professionally would really cost him his life. "Are you sure?" Boss Hana's uncovered right eye narrowed slightly. "Boss, are you firing me?" Chen Fei chuckled. The boss lady's challenges were hellishly difficult! But luckily, he was a little master at solving problems, capable of dealing with both the question and its creator. "Naughty!" Hanna Gagel chuckled and went back to the large pot with her bowl. - Jimola Belo, the design director of Boeing Aerospace's Production Department, left the dorm area with his secretary and got into Boeing's company car in silence. Seeing that Mr. Belo hadn't said a word, his secretary Johnson Green ventured to ask, "Mr. Belo?" "I know!" Jimola Belo raised his hand to signal that he understood what the secretary meant. Then he continued, "Instruct the legal department to report Jiu Defense for illegal poaching of wild fish. The suspect is Chen Fei—keep it discreet." Anyone in a managerial position at a behemoth like Boeing Aerospace wasn't someone to be taken lightly. "What?" His secretary Johnson Green was momentarily stunned. They had just been schmoozing, handing over an envelope with a 200,000 Star Yuan check, and now they were sneakily reporting him? What kind of gambit was this?! "Don't you get it? When in trouble, seek friends, and Boeing is Chen Fei's friend!" Jimola Belo explained to his confused secretary with a smile, what meant to make friends in times of distress, and if there wasn't any distress, create some—helping someone out in their time of need is better than adding frills to comfort. The hell with where the snow actually came from; don't mind those details, okay!