Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 597

  Chapter 597 Japanese branch boss

  Fang Lang is not in the mood to argue with this guy repeatedly here, and cuts to the point:

   "I understand what you mean. I just want to see if I can send you into the current government through my relationship after I get the amnesty order, right?"

  Seeing Shigemitsu Kui's face froze, flashed a flash of embarrassment, but Fang Lang didn't want to care too much about his feelings, and didn't want to continue wasting time with him here, so he continued without hesitation:

"To be honest, you are an old politician, you should not do such a stupid thing, the current Japanese political arena is dominated by the Japanese Liberal Party, if you want to enter politics, the first thing you have to do is to choose a suitable political party, instead of thinking directly into politics.

  Yes, with my strength, I can easily push you into the Japanese government, but what next? How long can you stay in this position without the support of a political party?

  So, I think what you have to do now is not to rush into the whirlpool of the government, but to figure out how you want to go in the future.

  If you can really realize that the war of aggression launched by Japan in the past was a wrong war, then you should let all countries see your sincerity.

   Once your sincerity can satisfy us, we will support you. If you can put forward a constructive platform, it is not difficult to form a political party outside the Liberal Party.

  If your program and your actions can satisfy us, and if you can give us enough benefits, let us give you full support, even if it is not difficult to send you to the position of Prime Minister of Japan.

Do you get me? The premise of everything is that you can show enough value and give us real benefits.

  If you do nothing and only want to get something, then I can tell you very clearly that you will get nothing. "

  Does Shigemitsu Aoi really not understand this truth? In fact, he knew very well in his heart, otherwise, why would he become the foreign minister of Japan? The reason why he behaved so poorly in front of Fang Lang was because he saw Fang Lang was young and his personality seemed greedy and impulsive, so he did it. Will deliberately show weakness, make yourself look a little ignorant and harmless.

  Hope to get more support and benefits from Fang Lang. Fang Lang has also been testing his purpose, trying to see what he wants to do. At the same time, I also want to take the opportunity to get more benefits.

Today's meeting can be regarded as the last trial between the two. If Shigemitsu Kui cannot get more benefits from Fang Lang in advance, he can only follow the path Fang Lang set for him come and go.

   Unless, he finds a better way. But the current situation is that the path Fang Lang gave him is the one that seems to be the best.

  Fang Lang would never give him the chance to go other ways. With the entry of the God's Whip Company's military contracting company, their options will become less and less, because Fang Lang will slowly compress the space for their activities as war criminals.

   Either follow his request, choose to become a capitulator in Japan, completely let go of the glory of the past, admit mistakes to the world, and govern based on his interests.

  Or, after Fang Lang's layout in Japan took shape, he quietly disappeared into that unknown stinking ditch. You know, after Fang Lang completely controls the Japanese military and police, no one in Japan will be able to stop his revenge.

Even if they know that a former high-ranking war criminal died in a strange way, absolutely no one dares to raise any objections, because the police investigation will tell you that this was an accident, and they guarantee that all the chains of evidence are very complete, no matter who investigates. Can't find any problems.

Seeing that Fang Lang was no longer covering up, and directly expressed his inner thoughts, Shigemitsu also understood that he had no other way to go. He endured the humiliation, and bowed to the young Brazilian rear admiral again :

   "Your Excellency, I understand what you mean! Next, I will show you my determination."

  Fang Lang picked up a towel and wiped his mouth indifferently, and slowly stood up from behind the table. Before Shigemitsu stood up, he patted the other party's shoulder with his hand and said:

   "Your time is running out, this is your last chance, if you can't satisfy me, then just pretend we've never met!"

   After speaking, he threw the towel that he had just wiped his mouth on the other party's shoulder, and strode out.

   Both of them knew very well that what Fang Lang said was referring to the quantity and quality of the cultural relics delivered to the dock three days later. If Fang Lang could not be satisfied, then Chongguang Kui would lose the chance to obtain an amnesty order from Fang Lang.

This is something Shigemitsukui is absolutely unwilling to bear, so at this moment, he didn't care about the humiliation of Fang Lang throwing the towel he had just wiped his mouth on him. Instead, he directly started thinking about how to make Fang Lang Satisfy this greedy guy.

   Until Fang Lang walked out of the gate of the izakaya and got in the car to leave, when the car whistle sounded, he recovered from his contemplation. Turning around, he saw the owner and his wife of the izakaya standing behind the bar and looking at him, as if hesitating whether to step forward to remind him that the other party had already left.

   Forced to show a smile to his former subordinate, he waved his hand to indicate that the other party should not worry about him, then sat back at the table, and drank by himself with the unfinished food and wine on the table.

  The male owner of the izakaya seemed to want to go forward to say something, but was grabbed by the woman next to her, and shook her head at him, signaling that what the other person needs now is silence and not to disturb him.

  When the man saw this, he could only take a deep look at the once mighty old man, and shook his head silently.

Fang Lang, who left the izakaya, went directly to the Global Morgan Bank Building in Japan, where he met with the heads of the Global Group and Fangyuan Group's Japanese branches, and learned about their current situation in Japan, and made more suggestions for them. Further requirements.

   Then let the president of the bank, the CEO of the Japanese branch of Global Group and the CEO of the Japanese branch of Fangyuan Group visit Mr. Alexander Dodge, the US economic adviser in Japan, on behalf of themselves.

  Because Global Morgan Bank has shares in the Morgan Consortium, Fang Lang is not worried at all that this economic consultant will embarrass Fang Lang's investment projects in Japan.

  And with the communication last night, Fang Lang also decided to properly share some Japanese interests with the other party in order to increase the other party's enthusiasm for doing things for him. For the next specific communication, Fang Lang completely delegated the power to his subordinates to discuss the details, and after explaining the relevant matters, he went straight home and returned to the naval base.

   Another day has passed. Since last night, the sky has begun to snow. By the time Fang Lang got up early this morning, the entire US naval base in Japan had been covered in white snow.

Fang Lang, who lives in the officer's dormitory of the naval base, was awakened by the noise of the officers and soldiers downstairs. He opened the curtains and looked out, and saw a group of Brazilian navy soldiers playing on the playground that had just snowed. Looking at these The guy behaved like a child, and he knew that these people should be recruits who had never seen a snowy day, and they could still maintain a sense of freshness after so many days.

  Standing in front of the window and watching the frolicking of his subordinates for a while, it made him feel a little more relaxed. Just when he was about to turn around and wash up, the phone by the bed rang suddenly.

   Fortunately, he has woken up naturally, otherwise it would not be a pleasant experience to be woken up by the phone early in the morning. He walked over briskly and held the phone in his hand. While walking back to the window, he casually picked up the receiver with his free right hand and said to his ear:

   "Boss! I'm Joseph Clark, and Dorje Boyd is here. When is it convenient for you to see him?"

  Fang Lang slightly surprised slightly said:

"So fast?"

   "Yes, he took a US military transport plane that took off from the west coast of the United States, and came to me directly as soon as he arrived in Tokyo."

  Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his left hand, glanced at the time on his watch, and pondered for a moment:

   "I just woke up! How about it! You bring him over to the naval base, let's have breakfast and chat!"

   "Okay, boss! We're leaving now, and we'll be there in twenty minutes!"

   "Then I'll wait for you in the officer's canteen on the third floor."

  Fang Lang, who has stayed at the former Yokosuka Naval Base in Japan for many days, does not regard himself as a guest at all. Not only does he eat and live here every day, he even chooses to entertain his friends directly at the base.

   It's not that he doesn't want to go to Yokohama and Tokyo not far away, but that they've been here for a long time, and if nothing else happens, they're going to leave for Hong Kong City early in the morning the day after tomorrow.

   Moreover, what they want to talk about this time is also about the establishment of the branch of the God's Whip Military Contracting Company. Talking on a U.S. military base has greater privacy.

After Fang Lang finished washing, put on a clean military uniform again, and walked into the naval officer's canteen on the third floor where they were, Joseph Clark and the former U.S. Army lieutenant general named Dorje Boyd were already at the entrance of the canteen wait for him.

The other party was an old white man with gray hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses who looked more like a scholar than a soldier. Due to the fact that Caucasians generally age earlier, Fang Lang couldn't be sure of the other party's identity for a while. The real age, but if estimated intuitively, it should be between sixty and sixty-five years old.

  Of course, this guy has rosy skin and a clean shaven beard, which shows that he usually pays great attention to body maintenance, and it is very possible that he is a little older.

   As for whether it is appropriate to come out to serve as the general manager of the Japanese branch at such an old age, Fang Lang doesn't care. How many young people can be mixed into the position of lieutenant general in the US military! Do you think everyone wants to upgrade like him?

  The older this kind of person, the richer the experience, the wider the network, and the easier it will be to work in the future.

   "Boss, this is the Lieutenant General Dorje Boyd I told you about!"

  Fang Lang raised his hand and gave a casual military salute to the opponent, then stretched out his right hand to the opponent.

   When Joseph introduced him to the boss, Dorji Boyd hastily stretched out his right hand, held Fang Lang tightly, and shook it twice vigorously.

   "Boss, nice to meet you! I'm Dorje Boyd!"

Although the other party is not young and looks more like a scholar than a soldier, the handshake is very strong, and the palm is not as smooth as Fang Lang imagined. At least the touch from the tiger's mouth can still be seen. The other party must often touch it. Gun, Fang Lang was a little surprised.

   smiled and nodded politely to the other party:

  "I heard Mr. Clark talk about you a long time ago, and he appreciated your ability very much. When he selected the general manager of the Japanese branch this time, he thought of you first.

   Now that I see you at first glance, I understand that Mr. Clark did not lie to me, you are indeed an excellent soldier. "

  The bridal sedan chairs were carried by everyone, and the Dougie Boyd in front of him was once a lieutenant general of the US Army, and his status in the army was obviously higher than that of Joseph Clark. In order to maintain the authority of Joseph, the executive president, in God's Whip Military Contracting Company, Fang Lang certainly had to give Joseph Clark enough face.

  So, I directly praised this lieutenant general, hoping that the other party would be grateful for his superior today and avoid unnecessary wrangling in future work.

  (end of this chapter)

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