Chapter 203: Working on it (new folder)
The accident occurred on an EMB120 manufactured by Embraer, a regional propeller airliner with a maximum passenger capacity of only 30 passengers.
In most cases, an air disaster of this magnitude does not attract much attention.
The aircraft of this era are not as reliable as they are in the 21st century. The aviation accident rate is still relatively high, especially for small propeller aircraft.
On the other hand, as the 1990s was the era of the fastest development of the civil aviation industry in Europe and the United States, accidents tended to be handled in a low-key manner.
But this time the situation is rather special.
Because the plane was circling for landing, it first yawed, and then crashed directly into the airport in an almost vertical attitude. The crash site was only a few dozen meters away from another Airbus A340 taking off. .
Nearly 400 passengers carried by the latter witnessed with their own eyes the entire process of their brush with death.
And there are several flights that have just landed or are preparing to take off on the tarmac further away.
So it became breaking news.
The main focus of the media is that the plane's final flight attitude was so strange. Is it possible that the captain did it deliberately and was aiming to hit the A340 on the runway?
“The world is not peaceful...”
Chang Yuanchao raised his head slightly and looked at the small TV screen:
“It would be unthinkable if this really happened...”
As a policeman, he is very sensitive to such incidents that may cause heavy casualties.
Especially when it comes to aviation safety.
There are two children in the family, one is already building an airplane, and the other wants to fly an airplane.
Even if you have never flown in an airplane in your life, or even seen an airplane up close, parents will always pay more attention to the industry in which their children are engaged.
As he spoke, Chang Yuanchao glanced at Chang Jiayao opposite with a slightly worried look.
As for the latter's desire to be a pilot, although neither of them raised any objections due to Chang Haonan's insinuations during that period, it would be absolutely false to say that they were not worried.
Zhou Li next to her also showed a complicated expression:
“Alas...what is this for?”
Although in Chang Haonan's view, it is obviously too early to draw conclusions about the cause of the accident, in this era where everyone is relatively simple and has not experienced the infinite reversal of the self-media era, subconsciously, the first Treat the news you hear as fact.
“It's not necessarily the pilot's intention.”
Chang Haonan shook his head and quietly changed the topic from the report about the J-8C to the news content being broadcast in front of him:
"It is still difficult to investigate this kind of accident. In many cases, it takes months or even years. This happened last night. I am afraid that even the post-accident handling work has not been completed yet."
“Can't?”
Chang Yuan, who was holding chopsticks in his hand, stopped and said:
“Isn't it just on the news that they were considering the possibility of a terrorist attack?”
However, Chang Jiayao was not biased by the reports:
“My brother studies airplanes. You still can't believe what he says?”
Chang Yuanchao choked back with one sentence.
He has never been able to do anything about his daughter.
"Dad, think about it, even when you investigate a case, you have to investigate it for a long time when the case is complicated. After the plane crashed, almost nothing was left, so it is even more troublesome to investigate. , it will take some time just to find the fragments and restore the flight status during the last period.”
Chang Haonan used examples that his father was familiar with, and lamented that people in this era generally have a...
how to say.
The beauty of innocence that has not been bombarded by information in the Internet age.
Chang Yuanchao, who was left speechless by a pair of children, had no choice but to lower his head to eat, and at the same time whispered to himself:
"Then this report is really irresponsible. We don't dare to say who is the criminal before we solve the case..."
He does not mean that.
This sentence made Chang Haonan think of a lot of things.
In the timeline before his rebirth, China was indeed developing well in the fields of economy, science, technology and military affairs. But the media, or the field of publicity…
The performance is indeed not satisfactory.
Especially in the first ten years of the 21st century, there were all sorts of things that were confusing black and white, and some media were almost obviously paid to smear their own countries, which caused a very bad social impact.
Of course, we also created a series of famous jokes about the rounder moon in foreign countries such as the American domineering little passport and the German conscience sewer, which eventually became a joke.
But if possible, Chang Haonan would rather these memes not appear.
Although people later talked about the Tomb Sect's public intellectuals with a mocking attitude, only those who have experienced that era know how terrifyingly lethal this group of people was.
It wasn't until about 2015 that self-media gradually emerged, and it was only through a large number of patriotic creators who were initially called “self-organized five” that the situation was somewhat restored.
But this is just to try to keep the last propaganda front and not lose it.
This question made Chang Haonan a little lost in thought. He remained silent until after dinner, when he was pulled out of his thoughts by Chang Yuanchao's words.
“Xiao Nan, go down for a walk?”
Chang Haonan glanced at the completely dark sky outside the window and the icy and snowy environment.
“Now? At night...almost eight o'clock?”
Chang Yuan subconsciously touched the watch on his left wrist with his right hand, feeling that it was indeed a bit excessive.
Of course the more critical issue is that it's so dark outside now that you really can't meet any acquaintances.
“Forget it, I'm going to uncle Qi Xia's house to sit there. I haven't played chess with him for a long time…”
After saying that, he took off his coat from the hanger at the door, put it on himself, opened the door and walked out.
The only advantage of a Tongzi building, especially one that is like a family building for a work unit, is that the neighbors are familiar with each other, so it is very convenient to stop by to relieve boredom.
Of course, from another perspective, entertainment methods in this era are really scarce.
Twenty years later, retired Chang Yuanchao and Zhou Li quickly reduced the frequency of finding people to play chess and square dance after learning to play certain sounds.
Sitting on the bed in the living room, Chang Haonan looked around at the dilapidated house in front of him.
With the pitiful area of the Tongzi Building, it was already the limit to have two bedrooms and one living room separated from each other. Therefore, after they became too old to sleep with their sister, Chang Yuanchao and his wife set up a bunk bed in the living room and separated the two bedrooms. Gave it to two children respectively.
At this time, Zhou Li was washing dishes in the kitchen.
Chang Jiayao was playing with the airplane model in the room.
From the moment he walked into the house, Chang Haonan's mind has not stopped. He was either chatting or thinking about things.
Now that I feel relaxed, I was even a little at a loss for a while.
There is an unknown TV series playing on the TV, but Chang Haonan, who has returned from rebirth, is not in the habit of watching TV.
And the clarity of the 14-inch fluorescent tube screen is really annoying.
After thinking about it, he sadly discovered that—
I can only work overtime.
The content of the two unit textbooks that Tang Lintian was promised to Tang Lintian has not yet been written.
So Chang Haonan took out the laptop from his travel bag, plugged it in, and turned it on.
After thinking for a moment, he first created a new blank document, right-clicked and renamed:
In this way, the most important part of a project is completed—
new folder.
Then he got stuck.
(End of this chapter)
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