Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 113

  Chapter 113 Baihe Brewery

  Fang Lang didn't care about the farce staged by Brazilian Japanese in Brazil. He even gloated a little and wanted to add fuel to the fire.

  Wait for Fang Lang to finish handling the affairs at hand at the station. It was completely dark, Fang Lang took the agreed $125,000 again, and went to the US military station to look for Colonel Malik, but he couldn't find it.

   Later, I found out through the car radio that Colonel Malik was preparing to finish in the underground arsenal.

  Fang Lang was not polite, and drove directly to visit.

   When Fang Lang arrived, he saw American soldiers driving a group of Japanese workers into the underground factory. From time to time, Japanese workers resisted and were knocked down by American soldiers.

  Fang Lang found Malik who was leaning on the jeep and smoking a cigar, and casually hung the package in Malik's hand and said:

   "Have all my things been moved?"

   Malik looked at the package Fang Lang stuffed in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said:

   "I'll take care of things, don't worry! Things have just been moved, and the rest of these people are useless."

   Glancing at the workers who were being driven away, Fang Lang also took out a cigar, sniffed it under his nose, and said casually:

   "The person I want is still there!"

  Marik knew that what Fang Lang said was that he promised to provide Fang Lang with the workers needed to reinstall the equipment and complete the production.

   "Don't worry! The people you want are not these ordinary workers. Those people are engineers, and they are locked up in the cell at the station! After dealing with this place, arrange someone to **** them to you."

  Actually, Fang Lang is not worried about this problem. Even without these people, he can pay for talents in European and American countries who can restart the production line.

  He just didn't want to be so troublesome, and he didn't want too many people to know that this production line was taken away by him.

  Fang Lang trimmed the cigars neatly with a cigar cutter, and raised his chin at the driven workers and said:

   "What about these people! Do you need my help?"

   After Colonel Malik smiled and shook his head to express his refusal, he asked curiously:

   "Oh! What do you want to do with it?"

   Seeing Colonel Malik's curious eyes, Fang Lang didn't take it seriously and said:

   "Isn't this simple? If you are not afraid of the noise, just use a few M2 heavy machine guns, and it will be solved after a while. If you don't want to have gunshots, put some napalm bombs inside, detonate the door lock, and it will be quiet soon."

   Unexpectedly, Colonel Malik said with a look of disgust:

   "Fang, you are so cruel, we are a civilized army, how can we treat civilians like this!"

   Fang Lang didn't expect that he would be disgusted, so he didn't take it seriously. He picked up the lit cigar, took a big puff, and exhaled the smoke lightly before saying:

   "Oh! Are you going to keep them? Aren't you afraid that they will reveal the news here?"

   Colonel Malik looked at the casual Fang Lang, and it was obvious that both of them were tacit.

  Looked at the gate of the underground factory that had been closed by American soldiers and smiled before saying:

   "Okay, a landslide is about to happen here, let's stay away."

   After finishing speaking, he patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and motioned him to get in the car with him.

  Fang Lang naturally didn't care, he smiled with an expression of admiration, and gave Colonel Malik a thumbs up.

   The two of them understood each other, and stopped talking.

  The jeep drove forward about 200 meters and stopped.

   Only hearing a muffled bang from behind, Fang Lang felt like lighting firecrackers when he was a child and throwing them into a mouse hole made a similar sound, but the sound was countless times louder.

  Fang Lang could clearly see that the entire ground seemed to be thrown up, then pulled down by the gravity of the earth, and then the sky was full of dust.

   gave Malik a thumbs up again and said:

   "Dude, how much explosives did you put! It's almost causing an earthquake."

   Malik smiled mysteriously;

   "I didn't bring explosives. We are here to carry out the occupation mission, not to destroy."

  Looking at what this means, the Japanese still use their own explosives.

   Fang Lang no longer paid attention to this place, and said directly:

   "My people found a winery with a lot of good wine. Would you like to go and have a look together?"

   Malik looked at Fang Lang with disgust and said:

   "I said Fang, how good Japanese wine can be, it's not strong enough at all. If you want to drink, you can drink whiskey. Where can I get it? After I finish this, let's go to my office to have a drink and celebrate by the way."

   "Isn't it finished here yet? What else should I do?"

   "Haha. You don't understand this! The factory is collapsed, but the traces are too new. We need to use napalm and bake it to make it look like it was bombed by planes, do you understand?"

   "You still have napalm bombs. Isn't this thing dropped by an airplane?"

   "It's fine to modify it with a mortar!"

  Fang Lang never thought that there would be such a windfall. After coming to Japan, Fang Lang has always had a target to attack, but he has never thought of a suitable way.

   Unexpectedly, I encountered napalm bombs that can be fired with mortars at Malik today, so what else can I say, I must find a way to get a batch of them.

   "Dude, what caliber is the napalm for this mortar of yours, can you get me some?"

   "81MM caliber mortar shells, how much do you want?"

   Malik didn't care. Obviously, with Fang Lang's relationship with him, providing some mortar shells is simply not a matter.

   "Four to five hundred shots!"

   The numbers reported by Fang Lang startled Malik.

   "Why do you want so much?"

  Fang Lang didn't answer this question directly but said:

   "I want fifty 81mm mortars and five hundred napalm rounds, can you help me get them?"

  Seeing that Fang Lang didn't answer his question, Malik understood that these things must not be used on the bright side. After thinking about it, Malik said directly:

   "I have confiscated Japanese Type 97 mortars in my hand. Fifty of them are no problem. The caliber is 81MM, and the ammunition is the same as the American one."

   Fang Lang didn't wait for Malik to continue, and said directly:

   "I want five thousand dollars. However, this matter needs to be kept secret."

  Colonel Malik obviously hesitated, and it took him a long time to bite the bullet and say:

   "Fang, you wouldn't let him kill MacArthur, would you?"

  Hearing Malik's words, Fang Lang almost choked to death with a puff of cigarette.

   Just when Fang Lang was about to say something, the American soldiers not far away had begun to pour shells at the factory site where the dust had not yet fallen.

  "咚咚咚" greeted the overwhelming sound of mortar firing, but the sound of bomb explosion was very dull.

  But the burning effect of the napalm bomb was visible to the naked eye, and the entire ground began to ignite raging fire almost instantly.

  The dominance of napalm bombs is unreasonable. No matter whether the ground is dirt, trees, or steel, as long as it is stuck to the place where the napalm bomb is attached, it can burn regardless of whether there is any combustible material.

   It is said that he can generate a high temperature of 1000 degrees, stick to objects and burn for a long time. It turned out that Fang Lang didn't quite understand why this weapon was banned later, but now seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Lang finally understood.

  Finally, the sound of the mortars stopped. Fang Lang looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of him. Instead of feeling scared, his eyes glowed, and he confirmed his eyes. This is what he wanted.

   Turning to look at Malik, about to answer his question.

   As a result, Malik spoke first:

   "Okay, Fang, I don't care where you use it! You don't have to answer my questions, and don't give me money. I will arrange two trucks to deliver what you want to your barracks later.

   I just lost the shell, I don't know and don't want to know anything else. "

   Fang Lang looked at Malik playfully, what does this mean? Do you want me to kill MacArthur or not!

  However, since Malik said that he didn't want to know anything, and took the initiative to distance himself from the relationship, it would be best for Fang Lang.

  Fang Lang smiled and nodded to Malik and said:

   "Okay! Then I won't be polite. Now that things here are over, shall we go to the winery that my people discovered!"

   Seeing that Fang Lang wanted to invite him to the winery again, Malik refused without thinking;

   "What's so interesting about the Japanese winery, let's go to my office for a drink."

  Fang Lang shook his head with a smile and said:

   "I don't want to drink, I want to get rich. Alcohol can be sold for money, don't you know that the older the wine is, the more valuable it is?"

  Marik looked at Fang Lang speechlessly and said:

   "Brother, you are too hungry. How much can you buy Japanese sake? I am not interested! Go to the winery with you, I might as well go back and accompany the girl the Japanese gave me!"

   "I said man, don't regret it if you don't go!"

   "I see, did these **** Japanese dwarves not arrange girls for you! You are so bored, why do you want to go to see some ghost winery at night?"

  Fang Lang could only shake his head helplessly when he heard Malik's words. He originally wanted to bring Malik to make a small fortune. However, since others have repeatedly refused, there is no need to force it.

  As for the Japanese girl Malik mentioned, this is indeed a comfort policy of the Japanese government, and ordinary soldiers have comfort stations. The officers can't line up with the soldiers!

  So, the Japanese began to take the initiative to arrange two to three Japanese women to take care of daily life for each American field officer.

  As for Fang Lang, I don't know if it is because the Japanese look down on the identity of the Brazilian expeditionary force, or because of the identity of the Chinese.

  Anyway, Fang Lang was missed when assigning girls.

  Fang Lang doesn't mind either. After all, he can't let others know what he is doing. When the time comes, the woman sent over is a Japanese spy, and it will be a big trouble.

   "I still like to find Japanese girls by myself. Since your brother doesn't like this little money, I'll send you two cars tomorrow morning. You can figure it out yourself!"

   After speaking, he jumped off Malik's jeep.

   Got into his car, and said to the driver:

   "Go to Baihe Distillery."

  (end of this chapter)

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