Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1096: 1071: Not a Big Problem
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The aircraft began its descent.
Ye Chen issued commands rapidly, one right after the other.
“Contact the tower right away and report our position.”
“We’re landing at Yinghuang International Airport in five minutes.”
“Clear an emergency runway for our forced landing.”
With steady calm, Ye Chen kept giving precise orders.
Joanna stood there utterly shocked.
This young man in front of her seemed like a veteran captain with years of flying under his belt.
She fully trusted Ye Chen’s instructions and carried them out without delay.
Right then, a spark of hope ignited in Joanna.
Perhaps death wasn’t inevitable after all.
Ye Chen’s skilled maneuvers and clear directives filled Joanna with fresh optimism for survival.
Joanna reached out to the control tower.
“Hello, Yinghuang Airport has prepared three emergency runways for you. Ground rescue teams are in place. Get ready to land. Good luck.”
Ye Chen checked the fuel indicator.
Even after dumping some fuel before, it remained insufficient.
By his calculations, more needed to be jettisoned.
In a firm tone, Ye Chen announced, “Get set for a second fuel dump. I’m starting now.”
“What? Dumping more fuel?”
Joanna could hardly believe it.
With barely any fuel remaining, another release meant just one shot at landing safely.
A failure would leave no room for another try.
Confusion gripped everyone at that instant.
Why delay the emergency landing?
Ye Chen kept the plane circling overhead.
He demanded absolute certainty for a flawless touchdown.
One attempt was all he’d get upon hitting the ground.
Should the remaining fuel ignite on impact, disaster would follow.
Thus, he resolved to empty the tanks completely before touching down.
This choice bordered on insanity.
Without total assurance, no pilot would risk it.
It slashed any possibility of a retry.
Yet for Ye Chen, it was no issue.
His Divine Level piloting mastery meant one landing sufficed.
Ye Chen instructed, “Everyone, buckle up tight. Right after the fuel dump, we land emergently.”
The head steward gave a quick nod.
As descent continued, the second fuel release kicked off.
This left merely enough for the final approach in the tanks.
In other words, the plane would touch down with empty reserves.
All eyes locked onto the aircraft now.
Co-pilot Joanna, in particular, gaped in awe.
Ye Chen’s handling proved extraordinary.
Despite a single engine out, he held the plane perfectly steady.
Such balance demanded top-tier flying prowess.
Ye Chen fine-tuned the aircraft’s angle for an ideal descent.
Joanna marveled in disbelief.
How could he nail the landing distance so precisely, sans instruments, relying solely on sight?
Confidence radiated from Ye Chen as he gripped the controls.
For most, landing on one engine spelled near impossibility.
For Ye Chen, it was child’s play.
After all, his Divine Level skills crowned him the world’s finest pilot.
Toward the end, Ye Chen flew solo, utterly at ease.
The plane plunged from high altitude straight for the runway.
Ye Chen shed the very last drops of fuel mid-air.
Down at Yinghuang Airport, onlookers froze as fuel kept pouring out.
Has this guy lost his mind? Still dumping fuel?
Chaos reigned across the airfield.
Fire trucks and ambulances stood primed for action.
To them, a crash loomed inevitable.
Crowds of reporters swarmed the site.
The plane mishap news raced through Hawk Country.
They hungered for the scoop.
In the terminal, station chief Brook watched grimly as the plane pierced the clouds.
Sweat beaded on his brow; his breaths came fast.
“Why keep dumping fuel? Does he truly believe in nailing it first try?”
“Damn it, pray nothing goes south.”
Media lenses zeroed in on the incoming jet.
“Fire engines and ambulances, stand by. Ninety percent odds this ends in failure.”
“Mr. Rock, your take on safe landing chances?” Brook queried.
Rock scowled and replied, “This flyer’s loaded with experience. Even sans fuel dump, it’s one shot only. His move is smart.”
“But one engine down? I’d peg my odds at twenty percent.”
What? Just twenty percent?
Stunned silence fell over all who heard.
Rock, an elite pilot, rated his own chances so low?
“Report: Captain suffered stress-induced heart attack. A Huaxia man now commands the plane.”
“What? A Huaxia guy? Which carrier?”
“He’s 24, not tied to any airline,” the staffer reported grimly.
“What? Some random outsider at the helm?”
Brook and Rock’s expressions darkened further.
This was real-life flying, not a sim game.
A seasoned captain might pull off an emergency landing.
But an amateur? Crash certain.
Suddenly, tower yelled, “Emergency landing underway!”
Gazes shot skyward.
The plane dove from the clouds like a predator bird.
Rock eyed the approach, eyes widening.
“Impossible!”
Brook blinked: “What’s impossible?”
Rock inhaled sharply. “Angle and speed—flawless.”
“Decades of flying yield that. No newbie hand-flies perfection.”
The jet held rock-steady.
No hint of the failed engine.
Rock shook with thrill.
Unbelievable mastery.
He couldn’t match it himself.
Perfection incarnate.
My God, how does Huaxia breed such pilots?
Rock, ace aviator, bowed to no one—until now.
Today, Ye Chen earned his respect.
Ye Chen’s flying was sheer brilliance.
Brook asked, “So, safe landing likely?”
Rock drew a deep breath, nodded. “Yeah, not a big problem.”