Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 565

   Chapter 565 Gray Industry 1

  Fang Lang closed Aditya Kuhn's file casually, staring seriously at the young officer opposite.

   "If you are responsible for investigating the smuggling network in Brazil, how long will it take you to give a complete report?"

   Aditya Kuhn did not expect Fang Lang to ask such a question. It is absolutely impossible to say that he has no knowledge of the smuggling situation in Brazil, after all, his father died because of it.

  But the entire Brazilian smuggling network is too large to be completely controlled by any one organization. Some even ordinary fishermen occasionally work part-time. This investigation is too difficult, and he is not very sure that he can investigate it clearly.

But this is an opportunity for him, he does not want to give up, not that this is an opportunity to make meritorious service, but, if he investigates the smuggling network, he will have the opportunity to use the power of the second division of the logistics department to investigate the truth of his father's death in a legitimate way and find The murderer who killed his father, if possible, wanted to avenge his father himself.

  So, after hesitating again and again, he still hesitated and said:

   "Boss, the whole of Brazil is too big. If we want to investigate everything clearly, it will take at least half a year."

  Fang Lang shook his head decisively, and interrupted unceremoniously:

"I will only give you one month. I don't care what means you use. After one month, I will see a complete report. If you can satisfy me, you will be a new department after one month. principal."

In the army, Fang Lang has always kept his word. An order is an order and there is no room for bargaining. It is of course very difficult to investigate the smuggling network in Brazil, but he will not relax the task time because of difficulties. He doesn't have that much time. Can be wasted.

Aditya Kuhn also understands Fang Lang's style. As a soldier, he knows very well that after the commander's order is issued, he has no room to back down. Of course, he also knows that although this task is difficult, if he can complete it smoothly, It will also be a rare opportunity for him.

   Before he had time to think about it, he got up from the table and chair with a bang, stood at attention, saluted and took orders loudly:

   "Yes, boss!"

Fang Lang nodded, indicating that the other party could leave, and Aditya Kuhn did not hesitate. He turned to the right and took two steps, then turned to the right again, walked out in a standard military posture, and gently took the door.

After he got out of the room, he let out a long sigh of relief. Although he hadn't been nervous just now, he was panicking deep down inside. His entire back was already wet with sweat. Looking around, Noticing General Fang's adjutant Qi Qingshan was looking at him outside the door, he hurriedly adjusted his attire, raised his hand to salute the other party, and then strode out again.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Qi Qingshan showed a smile on his serious face. Although he didn't know what task the boss had arranged for this strong-looking mixed-race second lieutenant, being able to be summoned by the boss as a second lieutenant meant that he It is very likely that he will become a star.

After the other party went far away and could not see his back, Qi Qingshan slowly got up, went to the office behind him and opened the door, facing a man inside who was wearing a suit that didn't fit well and a top hat with a lot of scattered spots on the edge of the top hat. The tall, thin black guy with curly hair sticking out of the brim of his hat said:

   "Mr. Girard, please follow me."

The black boy Girard, who has been waiting in the office for a long time, has been fidgeting and staying alone in this office. Since he was caught by the navy last time with the boss Vox to deliver goods, he has started his prison life. He thought that his life was over like this, but two days ago, he was taken to a room alone by two officers for re-interrogation. After the interrogation was completed, he was actually taken to a hotel.

After resting in the hotel for two days, he was informed early this morning that a big man wanted to see him, and he was given a clean and tidy suit, and asked him to tidy himself up, and then he was brought to the office of the naval base .

This kind of experience was really a dream for him. When he was sitting in the car passing by the naval base, he saw the training scenes in the base, the rows of ordnance warehouses, and the mighty and domineering warships by the sea. Both novel and shocking, the whole person was unconsciously nervous, and he didn't even know where to put his hands.

  After he was brought to this office building, he was locked in this small office. No one came to talk to him for a long time, which made him even more nervous, and he didn't know what fate he was going to face.

  Until a Chinese officer opened the door and told him to follow, he gritted his teeth and obediently followed behind him, ready to accept the judgment of fate.

   The two of them stopped at the door of an office without taking a few steps. The Chinese officer knocked on the door and said something to the inside. After hearing the reply from inside, he led him into the office.

   This is a very large office. Behind a huge desk sits an equally young Chinese military officer. The moment Girard saw the officer, his eyes froze.

   It wasn't that he knew the other party, but that he saw the other party's military rank, such a young major general. He, who was already nervous, felt his legs go weak at this moment, and his hands and feet were a little out of control.

  He is in the arms business with the boss, so of course he knows the ranks of the army, and he also knows the weight of the rank of major general in the Brazilian army.

The more he knew this, the more nervous he felt, his whole brain felt a little lack of oxygen, like a fish out of water, his body instinctively opened his mouth wide, and began to breathe fresh air to supply oxygen to his brain, which made him The sound of his breathing was particularly heavy, which was extremely harsh in the quiet office, and the other two people in the office all turned their attention to him.

   "Are you Girard?"

  Fang Lang behind the desk looked at the black boy who was so nervous that he was about to suffocate with some amusement, and said slowly.

  Hearing Fang Lang's question, Girard managed to calm himself down. After taking a deep breath, he squeezed a slightly flattering smile on his face, bowed deeply to Fang Lang and said:

   "Yes, Your Excellency General! I am Werther Girard, and it is an honor to meet you."

At this time, the weather in Natal was still very hot, and Girard didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or wearing a suit. His forehead was already sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. Fang Lang saw it Facing Qi Qingshan beside him, he said:

   "Go and get a towel for our Mr. Girard to wipe the sweat off his head."

   Before Qi Qingshan could answer, Gilad quickly grabbed his face with his hand, wiped off the sweat on his face, rubbed his hand on his trouser leg and said:

   "No, no, Your Excellency General, don't bother this officer, I'm not hot."

   Qi Qingshan ignored the other party, but pushed the door out, quickly brought a towel over, handed it to the other party, and said in a stern tone:

   "The boss told you to wipe your sweat with a towel, so you have to use a towel to wipe your sweat, understand?"

   Now Girard became even more nervous, shivered unconsciously, and quickly bowed to the two of them:

   "I'm sorry, General, I'm sorry, sir, it's because I don't understand the rules, I will wipe my sweat with a towel from now on."

   Fang Lang saw this, smiled and waved his hands:

   "Okay, don't be nervous, I came here because I have a few words to ask you."

Girard quickly took the towel from Qi Qingshan's hand, took off the top hat on his head, and wiped two handfuls on his face. As he took off his top hat, an instant noodle-like afro instantly stood up. Lang was taken aback. After noticing Fang Lang's eyes, Girard became even more nervous, and hurriedly wanted to put on his hat again, pressing down his hair, and seemed a little flustered for a while.

   Qi Qingshan who was on the side covered his face again and again, wishing he could kick him to the ground.

   "Okay, don't worry about your hair, I heard that you have been in the arms business with your boss for a long time?"

  Girard, who was already very nervous, heard this question. He could see a trace of paleness on his black face, and waved his hands again and again:

   "Your Excellency, misunderstood! Don't listen to other people's nonsense. I am just a little brother who runs errands. I am not in the arms business!"

  Looking at the other party's expression, Fang Lang didn't understand that the other party had misunderstood him, so he laughed dumbly and said:

"Okay, don't be nervous. The matter of your boss is over. I am not interested in his affairs, and I am not going to pursue your involvement in the arms trade now. I came here today to ask you, are you in your gang?" After staying for so long, you should have a good understanding of the arms trading process!"

Seeing Fang Lang's expression, Girard realized that he might have misunderstood something. The other party's attitude was obviously very good, and he didn't seem to want to hold him accountable. Then he thought that the other party had arranged for someone to lift him out of prison. And rested in the hotel for two days, and prepared decent clothes for himself. It didn't look like he wanted to hold himself accountable.

  The mood gradually calmed down a bit, picked up the handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his head, and tentatively said:

   "Aren't you going to shoot me?"

   After Fang Lang heard the words and Qi Qingshan looked at each other, he laughed loudly, and he stopped after a long while. He got up directly from behind the desk, came to Girard's side, patted the other party's shoulder and said:

   "I don't know you, if you want to shoot you, why did you ask you to come and see me?

   Come sit down and talk! "

   After speaking, he went straight to the sofa in the guest rest area and sat down.

The change in Fang Lang's attitude made Gilad feel a little overwhelmed for a while, and Qi Qingshan, who was on the side, couldn't bear to see the situation, and pushed him dissatisfiedly, making him stagger and almost fell. Looking back, he saw Qi Qingshan's eyes, Only then did I understand what it meant.

   Quickly nodded and bowed, and said to Fang Lang with a flattering face:

   "Thank you General, thank you General for not killing me!"

   After finishing speaking, he ran to Fang Lang's sofa and sat down on the sofa next to Fang Lang. When he saw the cigar on the coffee table, he reached out to pick it up and handed it to Fang Lang, wanting to offer Fang Lang a cigarette, looking like a dog.

   Qi Qingshan, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded.

  Fang Lang didn't reach out to pick up the cigar he handed over, but continued to look him up and down with interest. It has to be said that this black boy is quite capable of hitting snakes with sticks. It made him doubt whether the nervous expression on this guy's face before was real or fake.

  If it's really pretending, then it's okay if he is in charge of this business.

   "Don't thank you too early. I just said that you will not be held accountable for your involvement in arms trafficking now, and I didn't say that you will not be held accountable in the future."

  As soon as this remark came out, Girard's face instantly collapsed. For a while, he didn't know where to put the hand holding the cigar, and he was neither sitting nor standing.

   Fang Lang said with a pun:

   "I don't like people touching my things without my permission, you understand?"

Hearing this, Girard's black face lost its color in an instant, and his entire lips began to turn pale. He hurriedly put the cigar in his hand back to its original position trembling, and even slipped off the sofa and knelt on the ground .

   "I'm sorry, General, I won't dare again."

  Seeing the other party, this time Fang Lang didn't show a smile on his face, but leaned on the sofa calmly and said:

   "Don't make up your own mind next time, whatever I ask you, you just answer, understand?"

  Girard swallowed hard when he heard the words, nodded like pecking rice and said:

   "Yes, Your Excellency General, I will never dare again in the future."

   Then he looked up at the expression on Fang Lang's face, and found that the other party didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, knowing that the other party was waiting for him to answer his question, and quickly bit the bullet and said:

   "Your Excellency, I have been with Boss Vox for several years. Although I was arrested after only participating in an arms transaction, I am very familiar with the entire arms transaction process and the person in charge of each link."

   Seeing that the other party was finally able to answer his question normally, Fang Lang glanced at the other party expressionlessly, and didn't mean to make the other party get up, so he continued to ask unhurriedly:

   "Since you are familiar with the transaction process and the person in charge of each link, are you sure you can rebuild a complete sales network?"

  Girard's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he looked up at Fang Lang with a face of surprise and said:

   "Your Excellency, General, are you also interested in selling arms? Don't worry, there is no problem. As long as you can provide me with the source of goods, I will be able to help you sell all the goods."

At this moment, all that flashed in Girard's mind was the huge ordnance warehouses he saw when he entered the base this morning. If the general in front of him is willing to sell some of the goods in it to him, He is sure to become the largest arms dealer in Brazil.

  Thinking about the majestic appearance of his boss Vox in the past, his whole body trembled with excitement.

  Seeing his appearance, Fang Lang couldn't help frowning, wondering if this guy in front of him really suited his plan.

  Fang Lang's expression changes naturally fell into Girard's eyes, and his heart sank suddenly. He guessed wrong at the end, and he thought too much. The body kneeling on the ground quickly bent down and bowed his head like pounding garlic:

   "I'm sorry, Your Excellency General, I said something wrong, I'm sorry!"

   "I want to sell arms, but not as you imagined. I am a Brazilian soldier, and it is impossible to allow you to buy and sell arms in Brazil.

  But if you can buy the ammunition to the customer I designate, I don't mind letting you make a small fortune. "

  After thinking for a while, Fang Lang still decided to give this guy a chance. The other party's identity as a black man does have his own advantages in doing this, and he doesn't have any suitable people who have been engaged in this business.

   As for whether the other party knows his identity, it will have any adverse effects on him, Fang Lang is not worried, after all, he is not going to sell arms in the country, nor does he plan to sell the active equipment of the Brazilian army directly.

  Besides, since we already have an arms production company, isn't it natural to sell arms ourselves?

  (end of this chapter)

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