Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 120 Darkness Chencang

  The flames of the Jingguo Divine Toilet in the distance are still very hot, and outside the five-storied tower in Tianwang Temple on Huguo Mountain, Fang Lang is venting his dissatisfaction to Malik.

   Unfortunately, as an American, Malik couldn't understand Fang Lang's mood at the moment.

  I saw Malik shrugged and said:

   "Fang, did you make a profit or a loss?"

   Seeing Malik's expression, Fang Lang knew that he was talking about chicken and duck. Malik obviously only cared about whether the value of this collection exceeded 600,000 US dollars.

   Fang Lang could only shake his head helplessly and said:

"There is no way to determine the specific value. We need to transport them all away first, but depending on the situation, most of the collections here are from my hometown. Judging from the current market price, the price of these collections is not high. high.

  You can rest assured that I will follow our agreement. After the goods arrive in Brazil safely, we will jointly arrange appraisers for valuation by the three parties, and I will pay you in cash according to the actual value. "

   Hearing that Fang Lang judged that the value of these collections was not high, Malik was slightly disappointed.

   It's not that Fang Lang deliberately lied to him. After all, the current Huaxia collectibles market has no capital to end the hype. Although there are many people collecting Chinese cultural relics, the price is indeed not high.

   Huaxia collections will not start to be hyped up by foreigners until the reform and opening up and the common people become rich, and they will be used to grab Huaxia's wealth.

  And in Fang Lang's mind, these collections are his own treasures, and it's fine to give them some hard work. It's impossible for Malik and Jason to extract too much wealth from him.

   Malik was relieved when he heard that Fang Lang said that he would pay them in cash as agreed. No matter how much the valuation will be at that time, at least he can get a guarantee of 200,000 US dollars.

  Such a large sum of money was already very satisfying in Malik's heart.

   As for distributing all the collections proportionally, Malik never thought about it.

  He wanted cash, Mane, not this **** pile of crap.

  Of course he knew these things very well in his heart, and they would definitely increase in value after a period of collection, but he couldn't wait any longer.

  Once he retires and returns home, he has to think about his own livelihood. Is he really allowed to work in the construction company left by his father to his half-brother?

   Originally, this company should have his share, but now his father has left all of it to his younger brother, so what can he do!

   Who let his biological mother leave early, and now his stepmother is the master of the family, and being able to leave a job for himself in the company is already the greatest charity the stepmother has given to him.

  So, Malik's current wish is to get a lot of money as soon as possible, and after he retires, he can directly start his own business.

   Sooner or later, he will defeat his younger brother and show his father what a stupid decision it is to hand over the company to his younger brother.

   "That's good, let's hurry up, has your cargo ship arrived in Tokyo Bay? Don't wait for the cargo to arrive at the dock, but there is no ship to transport it."

   "Don't worry! My supply ship has arrived in Tokyo Bay before we board the plane."

   "Are you going to use your supply ship to transport these supplies directly? You won't be detained by your Brazilian military!"

   "I don't own these goods alone. Do you think anyone in Brazil dares to make irresponsible remarks about the goods of the three of us?"

   Originally, Malik felt that Fang Lang used the army's supply ship to transport these goods to defend himself and Jason, and he felt a little unhappy.

  But now that Fang Lang said that it was the goods of the three of them, he felt much more comfortable.

   Stepped forward and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and said:

   "You're right, if there is someone who doesn't open his eyes and dares to trouble our brother, I will let the gun in my waist teach him to be a man."

  The quantity of goods is very large. Fortunately, Fang Lang was well prepared and insisted that Malik arrange a full hundred trucks.

   Now I can see how wise the original decision was. When all the goods were loaded on the truck, more than 70 trucks were fully loaded.

   Of course, this also has something to do with the poor load capacity of trucks in this era.

  By the time all the goods were loaded onto the truck, the sky had already begun to brighten, and all the soldiers were exhausted. After all, there are no loading tools such as forklifts in this era.

   Moreover, the Tennoji Temple in Tokyo is on the mountain, and it is not as easy to carry as it is on the flat ground.

  After all the goods were loaded onto the vehicle, Fang Lang finally climbed up to the fifth floor of the five-storied tower. Standing on the fifth floor, he could clearly see the Jingguo Shrine in the distance.

  The fire that had been burning for a whole night without any sign of abating made the faint whiteness of the eastern sky appear eclipsed.

  Fang Lang looked at this spectacular scene, feeling very proud in his heart, and felt that if he didn't write a poem, he would feel sorry for such a burnable wood.

  However, after standing on the top of the five-storied tower and deliberating for more than a full minute, I finally choked out the sentence, "It's so **** beautiful."

  The adjutant Qi Qingshan and Colonel Malik who were standing aside had inexplicable question marks on their faces!

   But Fang Lang had already expressed all the talents in his heart, and went downstairs and left without looking back.

  Looking at the two marine soldiers on the first floor who are using two candles to set up a delayed fire device, they said:

   "You guys are reliable! Can't we have some high-tech timing loading that meets our status? Even an alarm clock!"

   As a result, the two soldiers who got together said to Fang Lang in embarrassment:

   "Report sir, we won't do what you said."

  Fang Lang waved his hands helplessly and said:

   "Okay! You can figure it out! Anyway, this broken tower will catch fire sooner or later, it doesn't matter if it doesn't catch fire today."

   After speaking, he walked out directly, and couldn't help but think in his heart, it seems that the cultural level of the soldiers in the army needs to be further improved! How can you not even make a basic time bomb!

  Although, he himself will not.

  However, Fang Lang attaches great importance to the Marine Corps under him.

   Not to mention cultivating them all to be as powerful as the US Navy SEALs in later generations, let's cultivate a small special operations unit no matter what!

  Actually, it doesn’t matter whether the five-story building is burned or not, even if the Japanese know that they have evacuated the place, so what?

  If I ask myself what I want, I will have to go to court with them. How much of it is Japan's own stuff, and how much is someone else's.

   The big deal is to donate things to my hometown at that time, and everyone will break up. Anyway, Fang Lang doesn't think he will lose money.

  Actually, the five-storied building in Tennoji Temple in Tokyo was also burned down in 1957, and Japan did not rebuild the five-storied building in Tokyo afterwards. The cause of the fire is unknown.

  After leaving the five-storied building, everyone boarded the truck, and the long and ostentatious team left Tennoji Temple under the guidance car arranged by Colonel Jason.

   Fang Lang, who was sitting in the car, was actually very disturbed. Although, Colonel Jason repeatedly assured him that he would be able to leave Tokyo safely with his harvest.

  However, there is still a Japanese overlord MacArthur in Tokyo, as well as a League President and the Japanese government.

  I want to lead such a huge convoy out of Tokyo swaggeringly under the eyes of so many powerful forces, and ship all the goods away smoothly.

   This difficulty is not ordinary. Once discovered, not to mention a court-martial, at least the possibility of the three of them wanting to divide the shipment is not great.

   Along the way, Fang Lang slowly discovered the problem. Although the sky hadn't fully brightened yet, it had already begun to reveal the white belly, that is, it was in the state of being about to light up.

   Along the way, Fang Lang didn't even see a single Japanese, except for the sentry posts set up by the US military.

   I was a little worried about whether Jason would cheat on others, and after killing himself, he would swallow the wealth all by himself.

  Marik on the side had a nonchalant expression, looking very relaxed and comfortable, and even had time to share with Fang Lang his views on Tokyo buildings on the road.

   It looks like he entered the construction industry in advance.

  Although Fang Lang's sixth sense did not indicate any danger, Fang Lang still couldn't help but said to Malik beside him:

   "Malik, we are swaggering through Tokyo like this, are you sure you won't be discovered by others?"

   Malik looked at Fang Lang suspiciously and said:

   "We are the U.S. Army! Don't you want to sneak through downtown Tokyo without swaggering?"

Uh! This remark made Fang Lang a little overwhelmed, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it made sense.

  Looking at Fang Lang's expression, Malik seemed to understand Fang Lang's worry, and said with a smile:

   "Don't worry! Fang, a fire near the palace is enough for Jason to apply for martial law. Don't you see the roadblocks set up by soldiers at every intersection?

   Now, except for us US troops, no one can move freely in Tokyo City, so you can put your heart into it. Nobody can stop us from getting rich. "

  Malik's confident expression can be regarded as infected Fang Lang, and I have to say that it was indeed a wise decision for Colonel Rajson to join the team.

   Without the help of this local snake, not to mention the bombardment of the Jinguo Temple, it is estimated that even people would not be able to be sent to Tokyo.

   Even if it is sent in, it may not be able to withdraw, after all, I am not an American.

   Fang Lang still has this force.

   In Fang Lang's fear, the convoy traveled through most of the Tokyo city area and arrived at the Tokyo Bay Wharf.

  The convoy drove directly to the pier under the guidance of the defenders, and the stevedores who did not know where they were found started the loading and unloading work immediately.

   This made Fang Lang have to sigh again, it really shouldn't be too convenient to guard and steal.

  Looking at the Japanese workers on the pier, they methodically loaded the goods unloaded from the truck with the seal of the Tokyo National Museum onto the ship.

  Fang Lang can already think about the fate of these workers. According to his estimation, the possibility of these workers being silenced is as high as 80%. Fang Lang has no objection to this.

  (end of this chapter)