Two days later, An Feng's pilot came and they met at the airport. The other party was a white man in his forties, named Fred, who was a veteran of flying. After a brief greeting, he tried the plane at the airport. Guli also volunteered to go on the battlefield. Not to mention that he was very handsome, he really didn't brag.

An Feng looked up at the plane on the ground. It was said that Guli was operating it, which was really good. But Fred was a serious person, and he treated the plane even more so. After getting off the plane, he told An Feng: "He is qualified and can control the plane alone, but he lacks experience and does not have a flight license."

An Feng treated Guli differently and praised: "Okay, you can be a pilot next time you take the license next time."

Guli was so proud now. Several people spent some time studying the plane and heard from the old pilot Fred about his flight experience. He said there are rules for flying planes. Although the sky is unhindered, when the two planes meet, one party needs to lower the altitude, and entering the airspace of the route will be subject to control.

Fred took out a map and said, "About 85% of the airspace in the United States is civilian airspace. As long as there is an aviation radio station, you can fly in non-restricted areas. Radios equipped with C mode can increase the flight altitude accordingly. Because the airspace is a public resource, every citizen has the right to enjoy it."

An Feng looked at some no-fly areas on the map. Since being affected by 9/11, flight has been subject to more control. For example, before 9/11, even foreign tourists were able to fly planes in the United States, but it is difficult now. There are also some areas with dense constructions that are prohibited, such as the White House's head. There are also some military shooting areas. Unless this is a desperate situation, who will fly to the shooting area? Dodge missiles?

"You look at these places. These are some military operation areas. If necessary, we can also walk through it, but it is not recommended to do so. It is too troublesome to answer." Fred pointed to some marked areas along the way, and An Feng took a look. It was really interesting. The military area could also walk through it.

"If the fuel is sufficient, wouldn't it be possible to travel all the way to the east coast?" An Feng asked.

Fred nodded: "Yes, but more than a certain mileage, you need to submit your flight plan. If you leave the planning area for an hour, the flight control center will look for you."

An Feng understood, and he had another question: "Can I learn to fly a plane?"

Fred looked at him with a smile. Don’t look at him seriously, but likes to teach people about planes. He said: “Although this does not meet the regulations, there is no problem flying around here. In addition to written and oral examinations, the focus is on operation. If you study with me for a while, you can basically master it clearly.”

From then on, Anfeng had another hobby - flying a plane.

It sounds so high-end. I learned theories from Fred for a few days and tried them myself, and it felt good. I had something to go out a few days later, but this time it was much more convenient. The pickup truck drove directly into Paso Robler Airport, Fred took his seat, climbed onto the plane and flew directly to Berkeley.

According to An Feng's request, Fred flew along Highway 1, overlooking the mountains and the sea. Occasionally the waves rush, and the beautiful scenery was everywhere, which was amazing. The car under his feet was smaller than his fingers, and it fell behind him and slowly climbed. An Feng leaned on the luxurious seat and enjoyed a high-altitude massage.

An hour later, he arrived in Berkeley. Since the airport was a bit far away, it was not in line with the time efficiency if he stopped at the airport and took a bus. So Fred decided to land at the school and waited for An Feng to get off the plane before driving to the airport to park himself. When An Feng heard this, he agreed with both hands. Recently, he fell in love with pretending.

But he still asked more: "The Aviation Administration will not interfere with us, right?"

Fred smiled and said, "As long as we don't dock in crowded areas and land according to the regulations, the FAA cannot control us!"

The helicopter flew over the UCB and circled a few times. The experienced Fred looked for a large, small and flat lawn with no teaching building around it, so there was no need to worry about noise. He landed on the lawn safely, and the leaves on the ground were rolled up, and passers-by looked up one after another.

There are many private jets in the United States, but they are not everywhere like cars. There are fewer opportunities to get close to each other. Just like when you encounter a rare sports car on the street, many people will stop and watch. Airplanes are still a luxury for most people.

It was previously reported online that a helicopter was sent to school in a certain province in China, which caused shock. In fact, it was the same in the United States. A junior high school student in Orlando took his father's helicopter to show off and envied a group of people to death. As a result, the school even called the police. In the end, because the procedures were legal, there was no trouble.

After the plane stopped, An Feng pushed open the door and jumped down, lowered his head and quickly left the whirlwind area. Behind him was Guli wearing a black suit and sunglasses. He was holding a black handbag in his hand and followed An Feng with a serious expression. This scene really looked like a Hollywood blockbuster.

An Feng left with his messed hair, which was actually not as casual as he did in the movie. Guli had a buzz cut and was not affected at all. After taking a few steps, Guli turned around and waved his hand at the plane. Fred received the signal and took off and left, and the whistling gradually faded away.

...

An Feng and Song Wenrui met at school and handed him the information he had sorted out. There were some problems with machines and materials. The content was too scattered and needed enough personnel to help organize it. Even An Feng didn't have that much patience, so he handed it over to them.

"As for the company's location selection issue, there are currently several candidates, but since the machine has not been completed, I'm afraid it will be delayed." An Feng said to Song Wenrui, "Do you have any ideas? Maybe you can consider developing here in San Francisco, which is very close to Silicon Valley and has the advantage of personnel."

Song Wenrui smiled bitterly: "Brother, you are here to smash the scene. Silicon and charcoal are incompatible. You are developing graphene in Silicon Valley at a high-profile level, and the effect is no less than that of Cuba setting up air defense missiles at the doorstep of the United States."

An Feng smiled: "Okay, stay away. Considering the local tax policy, you may not be in California, are you mentally prepared?"

"This is no problem." Song Wenrui said.

"You also use your brain to provide a few company candidate names, try to be simple and beautiful." An Feng said that he just likes to push his own affairs to others.

But the interns have no human rights, Song Wenrui nodded: "I will go back and let everyone use their brains together."

Thinking that there was nothing wrong, Song Wenrui was going to work. Since she was in Berkeley, An Feng called Joanna by the way: "Hi, Joanna!"

"Hey, why did you think of calling me?" said Joanna.

"I just came to Berkeley and say hello to you. It seems very lively around you!" An Feng heard some messy background sounds.

Joanna took a few steps and her voice became weaker: "I'm volunteering. Thanksgiving tomorrow is here, and my sisters friends and I are providing the elderly with 'din dinner on the wheel'."

"Thanksgiving?" An Feng thought about the day. Today is November and Wednesday. It seems that Thanksgiving is Thursday of the fourth week, and it is almost done.

"I forgot that you don't have the habit of celebrating Thanksgiving," Joanna said with a smile. "Actually, I can't do it either, but all the classmates around me went out to volunteer."

"You are so kind." An Feng smiled, "Then are you going back? Thanksgiving seems to be a day of reunion."

"If there is enough time, I'll go back tonight. Do you want to wait for me?"

"That's about that. If you want to go back, I can send you back faster."

“How to say it?”

"You will know when you come back." An Feng said mysteriously.

After hanging up the phone, I saw that it was still early and I was bored, so I walked around the campus. I found a quiet place to sit down. I took the black handbag handed over by Guli. In fact, it contained his computer. I just demonstrated some content to Song Wenrui. The power was enough, so I searched for the wireless signal and started surfing the Internet.

Guli said: "Do you still remember the arrogant Chinese last time?"

"That's called Tony?" An Feng remembered that the arrogant little gangster had lost a million dollars in bet with him, and he was racing and even ate a gun.

Guli nodded: "Besides one million, that white hippie still owes you a sports car. Should you smash it next time you see it?"

"Forget it, I don't need that many cars." An Feng shook his head. He searched for news about related events online.

According to subsequent reports, Tony was seriously injured and stayed in the hospital for a long time. After coming out, he was mentally affected, and he became a frightened bird and didn't even dare to touch the car. After returning to China, his parents wanted to sue the local police, but there was a lot of ridicule on the Internet. In Chinese, he was asking for trouble.
Chapter completed!