In the middle of the night, An Si was jolted awake by the ring of a phone. Glancing at the caller ID, he said irritably, "You're the only one who would call at this hour. What's up?"
"Help me find a civilian aircraft company in Chongqing. I'm going to skydive there again and I need the best pilot—one who can maintain an altitude between 3,700 and 3,800 meters and precisely control the plane's position," Ren He explained.
"You're jumping again?" An Si was surprised for a moment. "What do you need such a good pilot for?"
"I'm going to jump from an altitude of 3,800 meters right into the XiaoZhai Tiankeng in Chongqing! We'll discuss the details when we set off. Has the parachute been maintained?" Ren He asked.
An Si forced a smile. "You really don't fear for your life, do you? What if you don't make it into the pit?"
"Don't worry, trust me," Ren He said cheerfully.
