Liu Kunlun was about to say goodbye, but Shao Wenyuan said, "Don't worry, I'll make a list of books for you. You go back and read slowly. As he said, he took a page of notes and paper, unscrewed the cap and started writing. Liu Kunlun was curious and came to the front and only read "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli". The phone on the table rang. Professor Shao answered the phone and said that I had a guest to receive. You can sit in the room for a while, and we will talk about it later.

The guest arrived while talking. Liu Kunlun walked into the inner room and took a while. The office was in the form of a suite. Outside was the office, inside was the lounge and study room, full of bookshelf, a rattan rocking chair and a camp bed. Outside the window was a quiet garden, with green trees and flowers, gurgling water, and birds singing. It was really a happy thing to sit by the window and read.

There was a pot of Clivia on the windowsill, and the flowers were blooming. Liu Kunlun stepped forward to enjoy it for a while, and suddenly heard a roar of planes. It was the old propeller plane roaring. Turning around, it turned out that the TV in the house was on at some point. An old World War II movie was playing, showing the fighter planes fighting desperately in the blue sky from the first perspective. Tracer bombs were flying all over the sky, and the continuous shooting of engines and machine guns made people's blood rush. After the bloody battle, the war eagle passed by triumphantly. The airport runway was full of people who were greeting. The blue sky and white sun flags were flying, and rows of fighter planes were painted with hideous shark mouths on their heads. Various scenes were chaotic and complicated, and various characters appeared. Liu Kunlun was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself. Suddenly, he felt that someone was photographing him.

Liu Kunlun woke up from his dream and found that he was asleep sitting on a rocking chair. Professor Shao looked at himself kindly: "Young people should pay attention to rest. You should sleep well after falling back. It is difficult for us elderly people to sleep so well."

It turned out that he fell asleep unknowingly, but he didn't remember when he was sitting on the recliner. Liu Kunlun looked indoors again, and there was no TV. Only the Clivia on the windowsill was blooming. Looking at the watch again, it only took five minutes, but in his dream, he felt that a year had passed.

"This is the second time this year, it's rare." Shao Wenyuan looked at Liu Kunlun's eyes, picked up a small watering can and sprayed the flowers carefully. His expression seemed to be feeding the baby, doting and careful.

"By the way, the book list is written, you can take it and read it, and come to me after reading it." After spraying the flowers, Shao Wenyuan handed Liu Kunlun the written letter paper, which listed fifteen books, not only in the category of history books, but also in philosophy and literature. In order to prevent confusion, the author's name and publisher's name were added, and the translated books were also added, but Liu Kunlun had never even heard of most books.

"These books are very thick, right?" Liu Kunlun was a little scared. He didn't like reading. When he was a child, he read so many used books because of boredom. Although the list of fifteen books is not large, it may take some time to understand them thoroughly.

"It will take about a year to read these books," said Shao Wenyuan. "Anyway, you are not trying to get a diploma. You are not impatient for your studies. You are grinding through time and energy."

At this point, Liu Kunlun could only say goodbye with the book list and return to Golden Eagle International. He handed the book list to Feng Yuan and asked her to purchase it. He said to Li Ming: "What did Professor Shao ask me to see Feng Youlan and Ji Xianlin. People who have never heard of it have been a year at first sight. How can I live this life?"

Li Ming enlightened him: "Professor Shao is willing to admit that you are a disciple. Are you really planning to squat in the ivory tower to do your studies? We have big things to do, so I have considered it. If you want to play, just play big things. What kind of opening a company to earn money to go to school and further study is a small fuss. We need to be celebrities, public intellectuals, and opinion leaders."

Liu Kunlun looked question-marked and didn't understand what Li Ming meant.

"Your experience is a gimmick, and any one is a selling point. Are we just taking Mr. Shao as our teacher now? That's enough. I'll find a gunman to help you write articles and essays. The sharper the better. Post it on the blog. I'll find a team to help you hype, and then find a well-known cultural person to scold you. Yu Qiuyu's level, and then collect your essays into a book and publish a book! Signing, having scandals with female celebrities, raising funds and starting businesses, driving luxury cars, catching foreign girls, investing in making movies, writing, directing and playing the male lead by yourself! With this combination, you will be your father's most famous son."

Liu Kunlun was dumbfounded and said for a long time: "Are you sure this can work?"

"It must be done." Li Ming said with confidence, "If it doesn't work, I will take your surname."

Li Ming was not very clear about the friendship between Shao Wenyuan and Wang Huayun. He only knew that they were old acquaintances and had been together at the Qinghai labor reform farm. He should have been in trouble. As for the statement that the meaning of cutting off the robe is really not clear.

"Anyway, our goal has been achieved, so we don't care about the rotten sesame seeds between them." Li Ming said, "You don't need to read these fifteen books at all. Just bring gifts to your master during the holidays. In the future, you can bring a piece of gold in your propaganda. "

Although Mr. Li said this, Feng Yuan still tried every means to get these fifteen books. Some books were not bought and had to borrow them from the library. Liu Kunlun also tried to read them, but he fell asleep every time he read them for less than a few pages. Instead, Feng Yuan reads them with relish.

Li Ming has been looking for gunmen. This task is simpler and harder to implement. He successively found a secretary who wrote official documents by the government, a decadent poet in the cultural center, and a half-baked writer who has never been famous for his half-life. He made a lot of money to let them write essays. Lu Xun's style should be critical, profound, and able to awaken the public. However, the things written by these old people are no different from garbage. They are sour and smelly, and clichés, and they are not the writing style of a sharp boy like Liu Kunlun.

This path seems to be impossible, but Li Ming did not change his surname to Liu. He tried his best to find a way to become famous for Liu Kunlun. This guy is young and energetic and skillful, and has no advantages other than that. He may not work on the literati route, so he can only go the sports route.

Li Ming suddenly realized that there are many stars in this world who have made a fortune by making their own skills, including football stars, basketball stars, racing stars, boxing stars. After becoming famous, you can also take the acting route and become famous all over the world.

Liu Kunlun has the talent to be a racer. His reaction ability is super fast and suitable for driving high-speed transportation. However, when a racer takes too long and is not cool enough, he simply takes one step to get to a higher level of gameplay and drives the plane directly!

The threshold for flying an airplane is much higher than being a racer. If you practice racing, you can just find a broken car, but where to go to find a plane, there are very few private flight schools in China. Most of them are civil aviation colleges or air force colleges that are unified in admissions. If you want to spend money to learn flying, you have to go abroad. However, there is another language barrier. Liu Kunlun's English level is almost zero. It is too difficult for him to learn English while learning flight theory. Li Ming is not even willing to try it.

Fortunately, Brother Li was in a wild way. After several twists and turns, he contacted a training institution that was willing to recruit private students. Jiangdong Civil Aviation Vocational and Technical College. This school originally only trained ground staff and flight attendants with few airspace. In recent years, private flight licenses have begun to be popular among the rich, so the school has run two Cessnas and also started flying classes. The tuition fee is expensive, but the quality is high. After half a year of primary training, you can get the internationally universal "Single-Road Private Driver License".

Liu Kunlun signed up for the flight training class and was admitted after a physical examination. Fortunately, he didn't have to take the cultural course, otherwise he would have failed the exam. There were 40 students in this flight training class, of which 37 were pilots trained by Jiangdong Airlines. The students were selected from the flight attendants and ground crew members, all of whom had university education and qualified physiques. After layers of elimination, at most one or two of these people could become real pilots, flying cargo planes or big guys like Boeing and Airbus.

After the opening ceremony, the young students all went to take cultural courses. The other three special students who applied for the society were taken outside by the staff and got on the bus and headed straight to the airport. Except for Liu Kunlun, the other two were young entrepreneurs in their thirties. They chatted enthusiastically and ignored Liu Kunlun.

There are three airports in Omi. The first one is Yutan International Airport, which takes off and lands civil flights, with huge passenger flow and is not suitable for training. There is also an air force airport, which is not open to the public. The third is Jiangdong Airlines' own training airport, which is specially used to train light aircraft and helicopters. When he arrived at the destination, an instructor in his fifties appeared with gray temples and straight body. He had three gold bars on his sleeves in a black double-breasted suit, and his expression was solemn and impatient.

"My surname is Wu, and I'll just call me Instructor Wu. I'm responsible for teaching you to fly. You are a few of you recruited students. The tuition fee is more than that of ordinary students. The treatment is naturally different. At your request, I'll take you to experience the flight first."

Liu Kunlun always felt that the instructor Wu had a sarcastic corner of his mouth, and thought to himself that I didn’t ask to experience flying at the beginning. Could it be that it was the special request of those two?

Instructor Wu took them to the hangar. Two small white planes were parked in the huge hangar. If the computer wings and tail were not used, the cockpit would be similar to an economical car.

Instructor Wu read the book: "This is the famous Cessna 172 single-engine propeller aircraft, and it is also the model you learned to use this time. It means that you can only fly this kind of aircraft after you have finished learning. At present, the price of Cessna 172 is less than 2 million yuan. You rich people can naturally afford it, but you should also consider the maintenance and maintenance costs. The aircraft cannot be parked in your own yard. You must rent a hangar. You have to apply for a route when flying. This is not a rural American country, you can fly out casually. Our country's low-altitude airspace is also controlled. Also, this type of aircraft uses No. 100 gasoline, and it is impossible to add it to the gas station outside. In short, there is a price to show off."

This is not very friendly, and Liu Kunlun didn't say anything. He liked this kind of cheerful personality. The two young entrepreneurs didn't dare to say anything. After all, this is a strange field. I had to listen to authoritative people before.

"Nothing is allowed without my permission." Instructor Wu made strict rules, "Learning to fly is different from learning to drive. We are controlled by the attraction of the earth in the sky. Any small negligence will cause it to fall, that is, the plane is destroyed and the people are killed. Do you understand!"

After some scare, three special students climbed onto the plane. The cockpit was too narrow, and there were only two people in the back row. The front row seat was also two positions. So whoever sat next to the instructor became the goal of competition. After all, sitting in the front row was more direct and the money was more worthwhile.

"You two like to chat, sit in the back together." Instructor Wu pointed at the two people and pointed at Liu Kunlun again, "You can sit in my co-pilot, remember, don't touch anything."

No one expected that Instructor Wu's unintentional actions would save the lives of the four of them.

The three students had never taken theory classes and knew nothing about the cockpit equipment. They just thought it was similar to a car, with a steering wheel and a pedal under the feet, but there were more instruments. Instructor Wu was too lazy to explain to them one by one, starting the plane, slid out of the hangar, and reporting that the tower was ready to take off.

The plane left the ground and circled at a low altitude. It felt very different when riding a civil aviation passenger plane and taking a small plane. The three students were all excited and imagined that one day they could gallop across the sky.

Suddenly, an object hit the cockpit windshield glass, which was a bird as big as a house goose. The glass shattered, Instructor Wu was unconscious, the plane lost control, and as the instructor's body leaned forward, he fell downward.

Life and death were just in the front line. Liu Kunlun subconsciously grabbed the joystick. In an instant, he found the feeling and pulled the plane up with the pole. At this time, Cessna was only ten meters away from the ground.
Chapter completed!