Official Career Storm
Chapter 546

Chapter 546: Chapter 546

Song Guanchao had served in the military in his younger years, and had truly trained in everything.

First in individual combat skills!

Handgun, rifle, and even sniper rifle shooting, he was always top-notch!

High-altitude parachuting, low-altitude parachuting, and driving various special vehicles, he excelled in all of those as well.

He had never flown a commercial airliner,

But he had flown helicopters and small planes.

It was just that he had been out of practice for a while.

The one who had taught them at the time was this Wu Jianwei.

The two did not keep in much contact later on, but during the training period, they had a good relationship, and Wu Jianwei thought highly of Song Guanchao, even recommending him to be a fighter pilot.

Hearing the familiar conversation between the two, Secretary Gao was somewhat astonished.

This youngster has quite the extensive connections; no wonder he specifically asked me to get in touch with Mr. Wu.

"It’s you, kid," Wu Jianwei chuckled, then said, "Enough with the phone, let’s switch to video, show me what’s going on with the plane."

"Okay."

He added Mr. Wu as a friend and connected the video call.

Mr. Wu asked, "Have you done the diagnostics?"

"Not yet," Song Guanchao replied, "Without the guidance of a professional, I wouldn’t dare to mess around, or else the leaders would scold me."

"Scold you? What, your leaders don’t know you can fly?"

Song Guanchao can fly?

The provincial and municipal leaders felt it was absurd, as if they were hearing something from a myth.

How can this guy even fly a plane?

Wasn’t he previously a soldier?

Are the demands on soldiers really so high now?

"It’s different, the planes I flew before were small, I never got the chance to learn to fly these large commercial aircraft."

"It’s the same thing," Mr. Wu insisted, "Other than being a bit more technologically advanced, everything else is the same. The way you fly a small plane is the way you fly a large one. Go ahead and start the diagnostics yourself, I’ll keep an eye on things from here. It’s a good opportunity to check whether you’ve gotten rusty over the years."

Everyone: ? ? ?

Secretary Gao was getting restless.

There were over a hundred people on this plane; this was no laughing matter.

Lin Wanqiu looked at Song Guanchao curiously, her gaze filled with wonder.

As a journalist for the Ministry of Propaganda, she had seen many leaders and their secretaries.

She had also met secretaries from major provincial capitals.

Those people were all exceptionally talented, elites of society, unphased even when facing businessmen worth billions.

Song Guanchao was also a talent, but in her eyes, he still lacked the depth compared to those people.

But now, she suddenly felt that Song Guanchao, this young secretary, was like a treasure amassed by pirates over hundreds of years, inexhaustible when excavated.

"Okay."

Song Guanchao nodded, placed his phone in his shirt pocket, and began to adjust various knobs and buttons.

While diagnosing, he spoke rapidly yet clearly and methodically.

"Testing MCP, MCP visually normal."

"Communicating with AFDS, AFDS is non-functioning."

"Flight director is normal."

"AutoThrottle is working normally."

"FCC function is normal."

As soon as Song Guanchao spoke, everyone fell silent.

Listening to the stream of technical terms coming out of Song Guanchao’s mouth left them completely bewildered.

Could he actually fly a plane?

At that moment, Song Guanchao finished diagnosing the last feature and frowned, "AFDS is non-functioning."

Mr. Wu asked, "Try diagnosing it again."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao redid the diagnostics, concluding once more, "AFDS is non-functioning."

Finally, Secretary Gao couldn’t help but ask, "What is AFDS?"

The voice came from Lin Wanqiu’s phone as Mr. Wu answered, "The Automatic Flight Director System."

Then he asked, "Check the reason for the failure."

Song Guanchao lowered his head to scan the control panel and dashboard, his brows furrowed as he said, "The AFDS is waterlogged. It must have been the result of the captain spilling his water cup in the midst of the hijack due to the tension."

Secretary Gao and the others grew even more anxious, "Mr. Wu, with the autopilot disabled, will that pose a problem?"

Wu Jianwei replied gravely, "With the autopilot disabled, we can only switch to manual control. Although Xiao Song does have some flying experience, this will still be quite challenging for him. However, right now we don’t have a better option, so let’s give it a try."

Let’s give it a try...

How can you speak of it so lightly?

"Xiao Song, are you confident?"

"Yes!"

"Then let’s get started."

"Okay!"

Song Guanchao took a deep breath; he also felt somewhat nervous at this moment.

For him, it had been many years since he had experienced this kind of tension.

This sudden onset of nerves, far from inducing fear, in fact, stirred up excitement in him.

That’s just the sort of person he was—he relished challenges and delighted in conquering them!

Song Guanchao swept his gaze over the dashboard and stated calmly, "Altitude: 4300 meters."

"Speed: 550 kilometers per hour."

"We are now starting manual flight control with AutoThrottle."

The next second.

He activated manual control.

Suddenly, the entire plane plummeted several dozen meters.

A severe sense of weightlessness surged through the cabin, and passengers in economy and business class panicked, tumbling and shouting in distress.

"Stewardess!" Song Guanchao called out without turning his head.

The stewardess hurried in, and Song Guanchao said, "Calm the passengers, tell them that the plane just passed through a turbulent layer, and not to panic."

"Oh, okay." The stewardess grabbed the microphone and made the announcement.

Song Guanchao gripped the throttle, gradually pulling the plane upward.

He calmly observed the clouds outside the window, and with no point of reference in the high altitude, he had to rely on his feelings and the constantly changing data of altitude and speed to control the plane.

He glanced at the screen’s data, reporting the parameters every thirty seconds.

"Altitude: 5900 meters, speed: 612 kilometers/hour."

The plane continued to climb.

Every thirty seconds, he would make a report, mainly for Wu Jianwei to hear.

"Altitude: 7100 meters, speed: 655 kilometers/hour."

"Altitude: 9700 meters, speed: 732 kilometers/hour."

"Altitude: 10200 meters, speed: 840 kilometers/hour."

The cabin was very quiet, Lin Wanqiu’s hand gripping her phone so tightly that it was very hard; her body was tense, her palms and back damp with sweat.

She had never experienced such a tense and exciting situation.

In the provincial and municipal conference room and offices, the leaders held their breath, deathly silent, with only the voice of Song Guanchao every thirty seconds breaking the stillness.

Once the airplane’s speed stabilized, Song Guanchao looked at the flight path chart and determined the nearest airport, then picked up the radio to contact the control tower, "Control tower, this is 011377, requesting an emergency landing, please respond if you read me."

"Control tower here, 011377, you are off your designated flight path. Are you experiencing any trouble?"

"This is 011377, someone hijacked the plane, but it has been secured now."

"Control tower here, 011377, how long until you reach the airport?"

"This is 011377, we estimate arrival at Modu Airport in 47 minutes."

"Control tower here, we will coordinate immediately, 011377, please proceed for landing."

"011377 received."

After contacting the control tower, Song Guanchao grabbed the microphone and announced, "Good day to all our passengers, our flight is expected to land at Modu International Airport at 12:37 PM."

Time ticked by, second by second, during which Song Guanchao maintained contact with the control tower, reporting the situation aboard the plane.

Upon learning that the captain had been shot, the control tower immediately contacted the hospital and dispatched ambulances to be ready.

At 12:35 PM.

Song Guanchao could now see the airport with naked eyes.

The weather was clear, and visibility was extremely high; Song Guanchao piloted the aircraft in a circle overhead, spotting the runway reserved by the control tower.

He picked up the microphone and announced, "Please fasten your seat belts, passengers. The plane will land in one minute and may experience some turbulence."

Inside the cabin, everyone was too tense to move.

In the conference room and offices, the leaders were equally tense, barely daring to breathe too heavily.

In their hearts, they prayed for a safe landing!

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