Sky-cracking Rider

"...Gagar Defense Company, 911 Aircrew Service Company, Imperial Dominance Military Company, White Mountain Defense Company, Supernova Defense Company... Goodness, which one to choose?"

The agent lawyer was already urging her, but Hanna Gagar still couldn't decide on the company's name. To avoid repetition, she had to submit at least three names, and ten or eight wouldn't be too many.

For this reason, she accepted Chen Fei's suggestion and initiated a prize-winning name collection event within the Aircrew Base.

Not to mention being chosen, just being shortlisted could net 10,000 Star Yuan in prize money, and it was immediately payable too.

Naming a company has always been a troublesome affair, with so many companies worldwide, name collisions are just too common. There was also the damn practice of squatters who registered names just to sell them for profit. Even if you submit a pile of potential company names, they can all be rejected because they are already preemptively registered.

If you want to save trouble, you'll just have to honestly spend money to buy a name, and the other party might just massively overcharge you.

There are too many examples of company names being blocked. Like how one bigwig got desperate and directly slammed down BYD, which actually happened.

The young brothers and sisters at the Industrial and Commercial Administration who saw these three letters were like 'What the fuck' in their hearts. In the shadow of their psychological trauma, they had difficulty, but eventually passed it, passed it...

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Then... damn planners *flips table*!

Can't be helped, better smooth it over, or else the boss is going to get angry again.

This time, it was Hanna Gagar's turn to have her head swollen with worry.

She wanted to pull over Chen Fei, a genuine college undergrad, to brainstorm together, but then she remembered, that damn dog had run off again... Damn it, her own authorized business training, he won't be back for at least two months.

Tried calling, he's out of the service area.

What to do if the registration materials need to be submitted?

Can't wait anymore, ahhhh!

╥﹏╥...

No choice, just submit it first.

Manager Hanna, who sucks at naming, didn't bother with niceties, just quickly scribbled down a bunch of potential company names, and sent them to her agent lawyer, entrusting them to get the company registered for now.

If she didn't submit them now, she'd really go insane!

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Federated States of America's Snow Mountain State, Eagle-Nest Airport.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The place to report was so remote because it was a private airport, utterly lacking in regular flights, that Chen Fei could only catch a Greyhound bus after arriving on the American Continent on an international flight, make his way to the nearest small town, and find a little inn to sleep in.

The next morning early, he spent 500 Star Yuan to hitch a ride with a kindhearted old lady, got out at a fork in the road, and after a twelve-kilometer trek on foot, he finally arrived at his destination as the sky grew dark.

It couldn't be helped, now that the 911 Aircrew Base had left Apocalypse Defense Group, it had lost many resources.

Otherwise, he could have taken a private plane directly to this private airport, or they could have arranged a car to take him here.

About two kilometers from the main building area of the private airport, a net wall over five meters tall blocked Chen Fei's path, along with an automatic gate equipped with an access control system.

He pressed the doorbell, and after a while, a lazy old man with a cowboy accent responded via the gate's intercom monitor.

"Who's there? This is private property, not open to the public, no entry without invitation, please leave this place!"

On the way here, through wilderness and farms, the sincere local folks subscribed to the social norm: 'Fine wine and meat for friends, machine guns for brats.'

The spoiled brats at home wouldn't last half a day out here, as the cowboys lack nothing – planes, cannons, tanks – they can do whatever they want on private land.

"I'm here to report, this is my reporting form!"

Chen Fei, spotting the signage at the gate, confirmed this was the place he was meant to be.

He immediately took out one of his two reporting forms and showed it to the camera.

"Identification confirmed. Lad, did you walk all the way here?"

The reporting form had an identification code, which was immediately captured. The old man sounded surprised and no longer as guarded and hostile as before.

A private airport was not close to the nearest town, and if one were to walk there... it would indeed be a considerable challenge.

"A kind old lady gave me a lift for part of the way, then I had to walk a long time to get here."

Chen Fei put away the reporting form and shrugged his shoulders.

Although it was a bit tough, lugging a massive backpack, carrying a spherical bird's nest and a large suitcase (to prevent damaging the wheels), he wasn't at the point of giving up.

Right now, he just wanted to settle down, have a full meal, take a hot shower, and then sleep.

Whether it's mechanic training or pilot training, living and dining are all-included at this pricey private airport.

"Alright! Come on in, persistent young man. Keep walking straight after you enter the gate; I'll be waiting for you!"

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than a clicking sound indicated the automatic gates sliding open to the right and left sides.

Chen Fei stepped into the private airport.

The road suddenly got better, finally suitable for the wheels of his suitcase, and it saved him a lot of effort.

Before long, Chen Fei finally saw the white-haired old man he had been talking to through the access control system, standing at the end of the road with a cane, and even waved at him, pointing to the electric tour car beside him, and said, "Get on, I'll take you to eat first."

The old man had a kind heart, not only did he personally drive Chen Fei to the deserted airport cafeteria in the electric tour car, but he also personally cooked him a steak.

Two thick steaks, three fingers thick, were fried until they were dripping with juice, topped with a special black pepper sauce, and sprinkled with a few pieces of mint and crushed rosemary.

The taste was absolutely amazing!

Seeing Chen Fei gobbling down with knife and fork flying, the white-haired old man poured himself a glass of champagne and chuckled, "Take your time, there's more if it's not enough. Young man, you should eat more. Would you like some wine?"

"Thank you! A sweet red Bordeaux will do."

Chen Fei could tell by the old man's steak-frying skills that he knew what he was doing. Three fingers thick is not something anyone can manage, using butter as a base, frying on high heat, pouring oil over the meat, and also timing it perfectly, not one second off, otherwise it wouldn't taste right.

The steak was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and despite the juice that looked bloody, it was actually myoglobin, which is highly nutritious. It's only amateurs who'd soak it away with water.

"Hehe, quite the eater and drinker, this kid."

The white-haired old man propped himself up with his cane and quickly brought Chen Fei a bottle of red wine, twisting off the cork as he said, "This bottle of vintage Bordeaux is a steal for you!"

He poured Chen Fei half a glass and topped off his own glass a little more. As much as he'd aged, he could no longer eat and drink recklessly like in his youth, but watching a young man wolfing down food had become a kind of pleasure, indulging the eyes was good too.

Red wine and steak, the aroma of wine mixed with the milky scent of the meat, that's the right way to enjoy it.

After biting into most of the substantial steak, Chen Fei finally slowed down, taking a leisurely sip of the red wine and asked, "The steak tastes great, may I ask your name?"

If the steak is good, just give it some heavy praise, otherwise one flick of the hand and a double-barrel shotgun is at your forehead. One pull of the trigger and your brains are sprayed out, just like that, no room for negotiation.

This is the American Federation; when dealing with cowboys, it's best not to beat around the bush.

"David Sid; you can call me Old David."

The white-haired old man sized up Chen Fei and asked, "Do you come from the East? Are you participating as an individual or did a company sign you up?"

He was a bit puzzled by Chen Fei's approach; the training had been going on for so long, and he had never seen anyone arrive on foot alone like this before.

If it was a corporate-sponsored training, the space for the affiliated unit was blank (the new company had not yet been registered, and could not use the name of Apocalypse Defense), and arriving at the report location on foot alone seemed a bit pitiful.

If it was self-funded training, then choosing Eagle-Nest Airport would be peculiar; without industry connections, most people wouldn't even be able to find this place.

Moreover, with plenty of companies offering all sorts of training services outside, there's no need to go through all the trouble of coming to a private airport in a remote corner of the Federated States of America's Snow Mountain State to participate in skill training.

Chen Fei thought about it and said, "It's a corporate registration, but the company is still in the process of being registered. I was originally with Apocalypse Defense Group, but now my contract has been bought out."

At this moment, it was indeed quite puzzling.

He didn't know if General Manager Hanna had finished registering the company to provide him with some background.

"Apocalypse Defense? I know them, a good hand played terribly, too soft in their approach."

Old David laughed out loud. His comments about the Apocalypse Defense Group were brief but hit the nail on the head.

Raising his glass to Chen Fei, he took a sip and then asked, "Which company are you with now?"

Being sent to training at such a crucial moment clearly meant they planned to develop him as a technical backbone, capable of holding his own in the future.

"Hanna, Hanna Gagar; she's my boss now."

Chen Fei continued his attack on the big, thick steak in his plate, sipping wine and munching meat, supremely satisfying!

Beep! His phone received a new message.

He took out his phone and swiped the screen.

The next second, Chen Fei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost threw his phone away.

Jiu Defense Company (Jiū-Defense-Company, abbreviated JDC)

Since it had just been established, only "Company" could be used, but once it became more powerful in the future, it would be upgraded to "Corporation."

But can someone tell me what the hell "Jiu Defense" is, with a pinyin name to boot?!!

Can that one-eyed old lady do something reliable for once?

Seeing Chen Fei's face turn ugly after picking up his phone, Old David asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"The company name is decided. It's called Jiu Defense Company."

Chen Fei's expression was uglier than crying.

"Jiu" is mine; old lady Hanna, you can't take that!

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