The staff member could easily see a photo of William in his co-pilot uniform and a big white cap standing in front of the Pan Am blue ball logo. He took a closer look at William, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses. After confirming that he was the same person who was not wearing glasses in the photo, he immediately dispelled his suspicions. He only thought that William had a tender face.
He took back the registration book and looked at the scribbled signature. He believed that he was the captain even more. Just like what Bert had said yesterday, the captains of aircraft these days were all professional pilots of fighter jets and transport planes above the seventh floor. These people had different levels of education, but the navy and air force, which were not short of money, had plenty of keyboards. Pilots had very few opportunities to write with a pen. Don't expect them to design their signatures nicely or write them neatly.
Please follow me, Mr. Chris."
However, he did not know that the signature style of the two words McChris was from the signatures of the two Pan Am flight crew members.
With the staff leading the way, the process of custom-made uniforms was exceptionally simple. In fact, as long as one was willing to spend money, a professional tailor shop could make a captain's uniform with the same gold stripes, let alone the uniform.
Because, to be honest, the American civil aviation captain's uniform was actually the captain's uniform for sailing. Pan Am was the initiator of this change from captain's uniform to captain's uniform.
When Pan Am was first established, it was the time when alcohol was the strictest in America. The two founders of Pan Am quickly discovered business opportunities when they were flying seaplanes. The first flight route that they operated was from Key West, Fla., to the cigar country.
And the customers were all drunkards who went to the cigar country to drink.
For the sake of safety and to avoid being caught, the plane landed from the sea and stopped dozens of meters away from the land. The customers were all connected to the land by boat. Since they were taking off and landing on the sea, the captain and the crew members put on their captain's uniforms without any surprise. In addition, the navy's aviation strength and influence were much stronger than that of the air force. The tradition of the captain wearing the captain's uniform had continued until now. Therefore, the clothes were not the main point. The main point was Pan Am's work pass and the golden badge on the big cap.
A tailor in his forties was only responsible for measuring his figure. After knowing that there was a ready-made uniform for 178 cm tall, William did not care if it was custom-made or not. After changing into a fitting co-pilot uniform, he pretended to be a newcomer and took out his wallet, revealing the photo in his wallet. After the middle-aged tailor took a look, he said with a smile,
" I'm sorry, Mr. Chris. We don't accept cash or checks for uniforms that aren't custom-made. You just need to tell us your employee number, and the company will settle the bill with Pan Am. Pan Am is also obligated to help their captain provide free mass-produced uniforms."
" So this is a benefit." William laughed. He remembered the registration book he saw on the table. The tailor had written a 3 that looked like an 8. He had casually reported a ten-digit number, and the other nine digits of the number were real. Only the 8 in the last four digits was said to be a 3. The tailor saw that the first six digits were indeed Pan Am's commonly used numbers, so he didn't care what the last four digits were.
When William deliberately asked if he could get another captain's uniform, three sets of shirts, ties, and leather shoes to change into, he silently calculated how much commission he could get. Pan Am was the one paying anyway. Even if the numbers didn't match, he would feel that he had scribbled it and take the initiative to report it as an 8. Thinking that he could get a commission of 4 to 50 dollars from this order, he was even more casual when he wrote the numbers.
William took all the clothes and took out a one-inch photo with black-rimmed glasses that he had prepared. After waiting for more than an hour, he received Pan Am's work permit.
With a formal work permit as a comparison, it would be much easier to replicate in the future. After all, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses was actually not safe. He would stick on his beard, put on makeup, dye his hair, and make himself look older and more ordinary. That way, he would not arouse the curiosity of others because he was young and handsome.
He changed back to his normal clothes, carried the captain's special suitcase, packed two sets of uniforms and two big caps, and left.
When he got home, the first thing William did was to observe the building opposite him. It was a rented apartment occupied by several homeless people. After spending more than an hour to make sure that there were no abnormalities, he began to dye his hair brown, which was close to black. He then lost some hair and tried to make a fake beard. After wasting a few bottles of glue, he finally made a satisfactory fake beard and stuck it on his upper lip. Standing by the mirror, William put on a big white cap and glasses. A smile immediately appeared on his face.
At this moment, just by looking at his face, he was definitely at least seven or eight years older. If she used makeup, she could make her face darker and say that she was 30 years old. He also stayed at home and imitated an aviation license with his employee number, the type of plane he flew, the company he belonged to, and then printed it on a piece of paper. It was not difficult to imitate this kind of ordinary seal. If one was willing to spend time carving it on wood, one could always make a seal that ordinary people could not see the problem with.
A few days later, he felt the 29 dollars left in his pocket. He put on his beard and black-rimmed glasses before cleaning up the house. He put on a shirt and trousers, a tie, and an ordinary jacket. He put the rest into the captain's suitcase. Then, she packed up all the old clothes and shoes in the room. After hesitating for a while, she burned the old photos as well. Carrying his handbag and backpack, he left the room. Once he left, he would never come back. He threw his backpack in the alley at the corner of the street. He believed that it would definitely be picked up by the homeless man in less than an hour. Then, he went to downtown San Francisco and changed into his captain's uniform and threw away his jacket in the bathroom of a shopping mall. She carried her handbag and walked towards the city bank.
Before he even entered the bank, the bank lobby manager's sharp eyes had already noticed him. He walked to the door with a flattering smile and personally opened the door for William." It's my honor to serve you, captain."
"Sorry, I'm German. Although I understand English, I don't know how to speak it. Can we talk in German?”
He thought that the manager would have to find someone to help, but he did not expect him to directly communicate with William in German.
Fortunately, William had a photographic memory. Under Frank's guidance, he could speak in a pure Berlin accent. Moreover, although many European languages had similarities, it was not too difficult to learn English and Spanish. He could speak Spanish, French, and German, which were not too difficult. Instead, it was the Berlin accent that sounded like a real local language.
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