Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 205 Discovery

   Fang Lang, who was sitting in the car, looked at the yard of the professor's house, and said to Qi Qingshan who was sitting in the co-pilot seat:

   "After arranging someone to pick up the professor and his wife, arrange for the two brothers to enter the professor's house and look for the basement of the professor's house.

  See what you can find, and remember not to take any action no matter what you see, come back and report to me immediately, and I will judge what to do next. "

  Qi Qingshan was taken aback when he heard Fang Lang's order, and couldn't understand why Fang Lang, who was talking and laughing with others just now, suddenly wanted to arrange for someone to sneak into other people's homes to search.

  However, the duty of a soldier made him reflexively say:

"Yes, sir."

   After answering, Qi Qingshan really wanted to ask why? But seeing Fang Lang lost in thought, he wisely chose to shut his mouth.

  At about six o'clock in the evening, in an Italian restaurant that was still open in Aachen, Germany, the Kent County professor and his wife were sitting opposite Fang Lang, talking and laughing.

   "Professor, I don't know what kind of work you were doing before you became a professor at the University of Aachen?"

   While chatting, Fang Lang led the topic to the professor's original work.

  Maybe too many people have asked about this topic, Mr. Professor said very casually:

   "Before that, I was engaged in theoretical research related to machine tools at the University of Munich. However, our research laboratory serves the government, so the level of confidentiality is relatively high. I'm sorry that I can't be too specific."

  Good guy, there is a confidentiality level. Your Third Reich has fallen, and you are still talking about the level of secrecy here.

   means, this is a secret.

   Machine tools still have confidential research, and you are also a talent.

   I almost thought you were studying the atomic bomb.

   The more he talked, the more Fang Lang felt that he told himself that there was a problem with the two people in front of him.

  Fang Lang has never taken the initiative to discuss with the other party how much salary he will pay each month, and the other party seems not in a hurry.

   Fang Lang always found it very strange.

  However, since he had arranged for someone to investigate the professor and his wife's home, he couldn't be sure if it was his illusion before the results came out.

   He could only flatter the professor constantly at the dinner table, and at the same time calmly persuade the professor and his wife to drink.

  Originally, Fang Lang's original intention was to get the professor and his wife drunk to buy more time for the soldiers who went to investigate at home.

  As a result, as the professor and his wife drank more and more wine, they naturally began to talk more, and they began to talk about their views on some things very actively.

  Although the two of them did not disclose any specific information, Fang Lang quickly judged from the parents' story told by the professor's wife that the professor's wife might have been working in the countryside.

  As for the possibility that the professor is an ordinary skilled worker, the ordinary technicians in Germany also have a secondary school education, so for people of this era, they can also be counted as educated people.

   This made Fang Lang more certain that his guess was correct.

  Meanwhile, Professor Cotter was at home. A large man had entered the house through the backyard window.

  Under the light of the flashlight, I began to look around, because the order was very clear, I found the basement of the house and sneaked in to see what was going on inside.

  So, the big man was very efficient. After scanning the indoor layout with a flashlight, he groped in the direction of the stairwell.

  Because the location of the basement is usually placed near the stairwell, as expected, there is a small locked door under the stairs on the first floor.

  This kind of small door obviously couldn't stop people coming, I saw him take out his small tool, and opened the small door in threes and fives. After walking down the stairs for a few steps, there was another door.

  But the switch of this door is on the outside, apparently to prevent someone from opening it from inside.

  After opening the door, the big man smelled an unpleasant smell of urine, which made people think that he had come to the toilet.

   But there was a wooden barrel at the door of the basement, and there was some excrement in the barrel.

  On the wall to the right is a dim electric light. Under the light is a large drawing table with an unfinished drawing on the table.

   There is a small shelf on the left, and there are many rolls of drawings on the shelf.

  By the left wall is a small single wooden bed. A man with long hair and beard is lying on the bed at this time. As for the age of the man, it is impossible to see clearly.

  The man's left leg was bound by a pair of shackles, and the iron chain of the shackles hung down on the ground, connecting to an iron hook on the ground in the middle of the basement.

   Obviously this is a small cell. From the man's hair and beard, it can be seen that this man has been locked here for at least four years.

  The big man was obviously taken aback when he saw the scene in front of him, but he didn't act rashly.

  Hearing the man's slight snoring, he judged that the man should be asleep.

   I was about to turn around and leave, after thinking about it, I went into the house and went to the shelf in the basement, and after pulling out a roll of drawings, I gently closed the door and left.

  What he didn't notice was that when he closed the door, the man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, with a tense expression on his face, looking dodgingly at the closed door.

  The big man quickly exited the home of the professor in Kent County from the original road, and came to a car parked by the side of the road.

  When the people in the car saw him coming out, they didn't make a sound, they drove the car and left the scene silently.

   Fang Lang, who was eating in the restaurant soon, saw Qi Qingshan nodding to himself from a distance.

   Fang Lang found an excuse to go to the toilet and came to Qi Qingshan.

   "Boss, our people went into the basement and found a cell inside, where a man was imprisoned, and the man was sleeping. According to your request, we didn't disturb him.

  However, in addition to a bed in this cell, there is a large drawing table with unfinished drawings on the table.

   Our people pulled out a roll of completed drawings beside us, do you want to take a look. "

   Glancing at the Kent County professor and his wife who were still eating very happily at the table, Fang Lang revealed a chilly smile from the corner of his mouth.

   "Look at them, I'll look at the blueprint."

   Finished speaking and walked out, Qi Qingshan nodded, winked at the person next to him, and followed Fang Lang to an unoccupied private room in the restaurant.

   There were two soldiers waiting in the private room. Seeing Fang Lang coming in, he got up quickly. Fang Lang nodded to the two of them, and one of them opened the blueprint on the table.

  Although Fang Lang doesn't understand German, from the graphics, Fang Lang can still confirm that this is a mechanical drawing, but Fang Lang doesn't know what part is drawn on the specific drawing.

  However, this is enough to confirm my guess.

   Fang Lang showed a satisfied smile, and said to Qi Qingshan beside him:

   "Let's send the professor and his wife home together later, I'm going to visit the prisoner who was imprisoned by the two."

   "Yes, boss!"

  Qi Qingshan took two soldiers, put away the drawings and retreated.

   After Fang Lang washed his hands, he returned to the dining table with a smile on his face, and continued to talk to the two as if nothing had happened.

  But he stopped drinking.

   Soon, after the meal was over, Fang Lang offered to send the Kent couple home in person. The professor and his wife felt that they were taken seriously and readily agreed.

   But in the car, Fang Lang seemed a little silent.

  The Kent County professor and his wife drank a lot of wine today, and they were still talking and laughing in the back seat, and they didn't feel anything unusual at all.

   After returning home, Fang Lang did not wait for the two of them, but got out of the car first and walked to the door of the professor's house.

  When the Kent County couple walked to the door of the house, they saw Fang Lang standing at the door of the house waiting for the two of them. The professor smiled and said:

   "Mr. Fang, I am very satisfied with today's dinner, you are so enthusiastic, just send it here."

   Fang Lang smiled and said:

   "Professor, won't you invite me in for a glass of water?"

   Upon hearing this, the professor's wife laughed and said:

   "It turns out that Mr. Fang is thirsty, please come in quickly, and I will pour water for you."

   After speaking, he stepped forward and opened the door.

  Fang Lang followed the two into the room, and walked directly to the main sofa seat in the living room, as if returning to his own home. This made the professor frowned, and cursed in his heart: "You bumpkin who doesn't understand etiquette."

   There was still a gentle smile on his face, and he also sat down on the sofa.

  Looking at the gentle smile on the professor's face, Fang Lang also smiled and said:

   "I wonder if Mr. Professor can introduce me to the gentleman in your basement."

   There was a "bang" sound of the water glass falling to the ground, and the water glass that the professor's wife was carrying fell directly on the ground, and the faces of the professor and his wife changed drastically.

   After a while, the professor was the first to recover and said:

   "Mr. Fang, I don't quite understand what you mean."

  Maybe hearing the professor’s calm words gave the professor’s wife confidence, and the professor’s wife immediately said in a stern voice:

   "What nonsense are you talking about, Mr. in the basement."

   Seeing the hard-mouthed expressions of the two of them, Fang Lang smiled and said:

   "Do I need my people to invite the gentleman from the basement up?"

  Professor's wife immediately said sternly:

   "What do you want to do, this is my house, who allows you to mess around in my house."

   Madam said as she walked towards Fang Lang, pointing her finger at Fang Lang like a shrew cursing the street.

   Soon, a pistol beside her was pressed against her head. The cold touch, like a talisman, instantly pinned him in place, daring not to make a sound.

  Professor saw the lady who was pointed at by the gun, and then looked at the several big men in black behind him, and said with a little fear:

   "Who the **** are you and what are you going to do?"

  Hearing what the professor said, Fang Lang didn't answer, but took a cigar out of his pocket unhurriedly, cut off the head of the cigar, and lit it slowly with a match.

   After the entire section of the cigar was completely ignited, he took a deep breath and let the aroma circle in the mouth before slowly exhaling.

  Looking at the professor couple in front of him with a playful expression, he said:

   "I am an officer of the British M16, and now I suspect that you are the remnants of the ****."

  When the two of them heard Fang Lang's words, their faces changed drastically, and the professor's wife knelt on the ground and said:

   "Sir, I misunderstood! We are not **!"

  Professor's face was also pale, his hands on his knees were grasping his knees, his knuckles were a little white, and his legs were shaking non-stop.

  Fang Lang looked at him, shaking his head in fright and saying:

   "Sir, there must be some misunderstanding, we really are not **!"

   "Then how do you explain your abuse of lynching and imprisoning others?"

  Looking at the two of them with icy eyes, they immediately felt a little nervous about incontinence.

  The two heard Fang Lang directly tell the situation of imprisoning others, and they no longer had any luck in their hearts.

  Professor was also so frightened that he quickly fell from the sofa and fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

  (end of this chapter)