Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 169 Catching mice

  Pollman was very sure that he had never seen the young man in front of him.

  The German assistant just now gave a brief introduction to Polman.

  I heard that the other party said that the Henderson family recommended me to the other party, so the other party's boss came to visit me all the way.

   This moved Polman very much, so he accepted the other party's visit without hesitation.

   But he didn't expect that after the German young man left, what happened next made him a little inexplicable.

  However, the calm temperament emanating from the young man still attracted Polman's attention.

  Porman looked at the young man in front of him, while reaching out to hold the other's hand, he said in proficient English:

   "Mr. Fang, it's okay, please come in and talk."

   As he spoke, he guided Fang Lang into the house.

  Fang Lang was worried at first that he could not communicate well because of the language barrier with the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to speak English very well.

   This made Fang Lang's prepared translation seem useless.

  I saw Polman's wife and two children standing in the living room a little awkwardly.

  Fang Lang greeted Mrs. Polman with a smile, and took out two chocolates from his pocket and stuffed them into the children's hands.

   smiled at the two of them.

   The two children thanked Fang Lang timidly at Polman's gesture.

   Hearing the child reply in German, he obviously didn't understand English, so Fang Lang didn't speak.

   Instead, like a magic trick, another piece of chocolate candy was conjured from the ears of the two children and handed to the two children.

  The eyes of the two children widened, and they looked at Fang Lang in disbelief, their eyes full of surprise.

  Mr. Polman saw Fang Lang's enthusiasm for teasing the children from the side, and he slowly let go of his heart.

   Thanked Fang Lang again and again, and directed Fang Lang to sit in the living room.

   Fang Lang smiled and touched the heads of the two children, followed Polman to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

   It's not that Fang Lang doesn't want to talk to the two children, but unfortunately he doesn't understand German, so he can only look at Pollman with regret and say in English:

   "Sir, your two children are so cute, I like children very much.

   It's a pity that I don't know German, so I can't communicate with them. "

  Pollman laughed after hearing Fang Lang's words. After all, adults like others to praise their children.

   "Mr. Fang, when you are still young and have your own children, you will know how troublesome it is to raise children."

   "Okay! My father said that I was an uneasy child since I was a child.

  It seems that all adults see their children in this way, right? "

  Porman laughed loudly after hearing Fang Lang's words.

  In an instant, the relationship between the two was drawn closer.

   At this time, in the backyard of the house in the distance, five marine soldiers had already sneaked over the courtyard wall of the backyard, and tiptoed into the house with a Thomson submachine gun.

   Soon, the two soldiers reached the back door silently. They leaned against the door and listened to the movement inside.

   It was found that there was no abnormal sound inside.

  The soldier near the window turned his head slightly and looked into the room through the window, and soon found two figures leaning against the corner of the front window with the curtain raised, sneaking out to avoid observation from the road.

   Judging by their actions, they should be professionals. The angle of observation is very hidden, and there is absolutely no abnormality seen from the front.

   But the strange thing is that neither of them is carrying a weapon.

   This is good news for the fighters.

  The soldier withdrew his head and made several gestures to the four comrades by the door.

   Several people understood and nodded.

  One of them stretched out his finger and started counting down, three, two, one.

   With a bang, the back door was violently kicked open by a soldier.

  The four fighters by the door filed in as soon as the door opened, and two soldiers pointed their guns at the two people by the front window immediately.

  The soldiers following behind began to cross search for targets from left to right, holding guns all the way, and searched for the indoors.

  The soldiers moved very fast, and when the two Germans who were watching by the window realized it, they were already aimed at by guns.

  So they could only stare dumbfounded at the soldiers rushing in, and quickly raised their hands to surrender, signaling that they were not hostile.

   It's a pity that the fighters aimed directly at them. Two fighters stepped forward and motioned for them to lie on the ground.

  The two of them could only obey orders obediently.

  After seeing the two lying on the ground, one held a gun on guard, and the other found a rope in the room and tied their hands and feet from behind.

   Soon the other fighters searching the room returned safely.

   Apart from these two people, there were no other people in the room.

   This made several people breathe a sigh of relief.

  Then, the soldiers began to check around every corner of the house.

   Soon, they found weapons and equipment in a hidden corner of the basement.

   At the top is a Mauser 98K rifle with a scope, and there are four or five rifles and three or four submachine guns below.

   Now the soldiers have confirmed that these two Germans are indeed the problematic people.

  It's a pity that the soldiers couldn't understand the language, and there was no way to interrogate them. They could only assign a soldier to report the results to the chief and wait for new orders to be conveyed.

  At this time, Fang Lang was talking happily with Polman.

   "Mr. Polman, I heard from Mrs. Henderson that you came up with a technology called a variable-sweep wing? Is that so?"

  Pollman quickly waved his hands and said:

   "No, no, I didn't propose this technology, I just found out that this technology is really an epoch-making technology after a period of research.

  That's why I recommended it to Mrs. Henderson.

  However, this technology is not yet mature. We need to organize a large number of people and perform a large number of calculations to know whether this technology can be turned into reality. "

  Hearing what Polman said, Fang Lang nodded thoughtfully and said:

   "Then how far has Mr. Pollman's research been?"

  This question made Polman a little embarrassed, and he moved his buttocks while sitting on the sofa before saying:

   "Actually, the research team of Messerschmitt Company is the one who studies this technology the most, but they have all been taken away by the Americans."

   Fang Lang is a little strange, why does he feel that the Polman in front of him is not very reliable?

   "Oh! Aren't you part of this team?"

  Hearing Fang Lang's words, Polman's face became slightly hotter, but in the end he bit the bullet and said:

  “Actually, I am not a research and development person, I am good at engineering management.

   I pitched the technology to the Hendersons mainly to get a job, and apparently I failed. "

   Upon hearing this, Fang Lang was stunned.

   Isn't this playing him?

  After listening to Mrs. Henderson's words, Fang Lang thought he had picked up a big treasure.

   It turned out that this guy was bragging in order to gain trust.

   But where did this guy learn about these advanced aircraft design theories?

   "Oh! Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Polman. May I know where you learned about these advanced technical ideas?"

   Seeing that Fang Lang didn't mean to get angry and blame him, Polman let out a long sigh of relief.

  “I am engaged in aircraft manufacturing engineering management, and I am mainly responsible for turning the ideas of designers into reality.

   Participated in the manufacture of many types of test aircraft, so I got to know many excellent aircraft designers.

  So, I also came into contact with a lot of strange aircraft manufacturing theories. "

   Now, Fang Lang understood what this Polman was in charge of.

   It seems that there is such a twist!

   Isn't this guy's ability just what I need now?

  Maybe he can't design airplanes, but he can manage a start-up aircraft factory well!

  Actually, what Fang Lang didn't know was that the reason why Polman was so honest was that he was frightened by the actions of the guards outside the door.

   This made him understand that the young man in front of him was not a simple character, and it might kill him.

   Fang Lang smiled, but didn't express his opinion immediately.

   Instead, he continued to ask:

   "Oh? Can you tell me that you have been exposed to those strange theories?"

  Pollman carefully looked at Fang Lang's face, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he glanced at his wife sitting in the restaurant with a child and eating chocolate.

   Only then lowered his voice and approached Fang Lang in a low voice:

   "There are a lot of weird theories, but none of these are secrets.

   But there is one thing that I know the aviation world is not a secret. "

   Seeing this guy's mysterious face made Fang Lang feel a little funny.

  I came from a later life, so what secret did you mention that I don't know?

   Maybe it is top secret information for everyone now, and it has been declassified and circulated on the Internet in later generations.

   But looking at this guy's mysterious face, he just doesn't know if it's true or not. Don't wait until he's bragging again like when he was facing Mrs. Henderson.

   Fang Lang didn't move, just quietly waiting for his next words.

  Finding that Fang Lang didn't cooperate and approached him, Polman looked around vigilantly and then whispered:

   "Have you heard of the model Go229?"

  Fang Lang is only a crew member in his later generations, and he really doesn't know much about airplanes. At most, he brushed some superficial knowledge about airplanes on his mobile phone when he was bored on board.

  What is this Go229? He is very sure that he has never heard of it.

  If it is BF109 and Stuka Fang Lang, you may have heard of it, but this Go229 Fang Lang really has no impression at all.

  Fang Lang didn't understand why Polman would mention such a model that he had never heard of.

   shook his head at Polman.

   Seeing Fang Lang's movements, Pohlman's eyes flickered slightly.

   Low voice:

   "This is a model that has not been mass-produced. It was originally developed by two brothers, Walter Horton and Rema Horton, to meet Air Marshal Goering's three thousand requirements.

  The so-called three thousand means to reach a speed of 1,000 kilometers per hour, carry 1,000 kilograms of explosives, and attack a target 1,000 kilometers away.

  At first, all the designers said this task was impossible, but the Horton brothers said they could do it.

  So Marshal Goering agreed to let them be responsible for research and development.

  The aircraft they designed uses an extremely rare flying wing layout. The fuselage and wings of this layout are almost integrated, which can minimize the resistance in flight. "

  The flying wing layout obviously touched Fang Lang's blind spot of knowledge, which made him a little confused, not knowing what it meant.

  But from here Fang Lang also discovered that the guy in front of him was indeed a professional in the aircraft industry.

   Maybe he is not a genius in aircraft design, but he is definitely well-informed.

  Pollman obviously noticed Fang Lang's expression.

  He didn't think it was strange, he took out a pen and paper from the drawer under the coffee table, and with a few random strokes on the notebook, he outlined an almost triangular shape of an airplane.

  Fang Lang stared at the shape of the airplane, his eyes fixed, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

   Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. My brother here wishes all the readers, the full moon and everyone, the reunion of the family and the country, the family reunion, the full moon and people are more round, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

  (end of this chapter)