Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 369 Conjecture about Yiyitang

   After a lot of trouble, Fang Xinshui winked at Fang Lang when he had some free time, indicating that he had something to talk to alone.

  Fang Lang nodded knowingly, patted the hands of the two girls around him, explained softly, got up slowly, and walked to the small tea room with Fang Xinshui.

   Seeing Fang Lang get up from the middle of the two girls and come to him, Fang Xinshui directly stepped forward to embrace Fang Lang's shoulder and said:

   "My good boy, you are really a blessing to everyone!"

  Fang Lang smiled and joked:

   "Oh! It seems that uncle envies me very much! I'll talk to my aunt later, and say that you also want to enjoy the blessing of being equal to others."

  Hearing this, Fang Xinshui was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of his wife. Seeing that the other party was not looking at him, he let out a sigh of relief:

   "I'm your uncle, you can't hurt me like this,

  I don't have the ability to pick off the two sisters of this family. "

   "Uncle, shouldn't you worry now that the two flowers in your own house will not be picked?"

   Amusedly, he glanced at Fang Xinshui, who was obviously henpecked, before saying very heartbreakingly.

   Sure enough, Fang Xinshui's entire face collapsed when he heard Fang Lang's words.

   Said in a bad tone:

   "You big brother, don't talk nonsense! That's your own sister, you have to help watch it tight.

   If you are cheated by that bad boy, I will ask you! "

  Fang Xinshui's words made Fang Lang's head full of black lines, why should his sister be held accountable for being cheated by others.

  Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

   hurriedly opened the mouth and said:

   "My sister is so smart, how could she be deceived!"

   Seeing that the two had reached the small tea room, Fang Lang quickly changed the subject and said:

   "Why did today's ceremony go smoothly!"

While talking, he sat on the main seat of the tea table in the tea room. When he saw the tea table, there was a box of cigars on the tea table. He picked one up, and took out one himself.

  Fang Xinshui took the cigar handed over by Fang Lang, sat down opposite Fang Lang, and said:

   "The ceremonies have been rehearsed long ago, so what can go wrong.

  However, I found that the Hongmen is not as powerful as I imagined. In fact, the halls in various places have only so much respect for Mr. Situ in the main hall. "

   Fang Lang, who was putting the cigar under his nose, smelled the fragrance, smiled and said:

   "Hongmen is not an organization with centralized power, and each hall has its own dominance.

  If you really have to listen to the command of the main hall in everything, I will not let you raise the banner of Hong Yitang.

   If you really want to do this, don’t you find yourself a mother-in-law!

  What we need is this name and the influence of Hongmen around the world. When we go out in the future, we can always find some connections no matter where it is. It is safer than going blindly.

  By the way, you have to be careful when dealing with people from the Hongmen, there are many people here who are not good people.

   Gender relationship was useless, and was sold directly. "

   Fang Xinshui said with a smile while cutting a cigar:

   "Is your uncle that stupid? He has been in the Jianghu for so many years, how could he not understand the dangers of the Jianghu.

  I can see it this time. The so-called uniting Chinese compatriots and safeguarding the interests of Chinese are slogans.

  The eyes of these people are business, only profit.

   But Mr. Situ still has some feelings. "

   "Hehe. Why, I received such a great education when we met for the first time. It seems that I have experienced something today!"

   Fang Lang looked at his uncle with such an expression and smiled.

  Fang Xinshui had nothing to hide from his nephew, so he directly told everyone that they were looking for him for business, and that everyone only wanted medicine and not food.

  Especially the matter that Wei Shichang, the head of Nanyue Yixing Hall, wanted to increase the price.

   After finishing speaking, he smiled disdainfully.

   Fang Lang, who heard the place name Nanyue, stopped his movements, and couldn't help thinking of what Vivienne said about France going to war in Indochina. After thinking about it, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

   "This South Vietnamese guy is so desperate for penicillin, is there a war over there?"

  Fang Xinshui obviously didn't understand the situation over there, so he could only shake his head and say:

   "I really don't know this. It's too far away from us. If you want to know, I can ask."

   Shaking his head, Fang Lang said with a serious expression on his face:

   "No, don't ask, I'll investigate through other channels!"

  Fang Xinshui asked Fang Xinshui about this kind of thing. The other party is just a Hongmen, and he may have a better understanding of the situation in the local rivers and lakes, but he is definitely not particularly clear about the general situation of the country.

   Seeing Fang Lang's expression was a little solemn, thinking of Fang Lang's question just now, Fang Xinshui said with some doubts:

   "What's the matter, is there going to be a war over there?"

   "It's not very clear now, I heard a little news, maybe the French are going to do something there."

   "It's so far away from us, we can't control it!"

  Fang Lang heard the words, nodded helplessly and said:

   "Yes! The distance is too far, we really can't control it.

  Besides, since the French want to do something, even if we want to control it, it will be difficult for us to intervene! "

   "These Frenchmen, their own country is still in a mess! They even have the leisure to go to Asia to stir up trouble."

  Fang Xinshui lit a match with some displeasure, and lit the cigar.

   Fang Lang heard the words, smiled and didn't say much, but looked at Fang Xinshui and said:

   "You called me over here, what's the matter?"

  After taking a strong puff of the cigar, Fang Xinshui leaned back on the stool to make himself more comfortable, and then slowly said:

   "There is a matter. After the banquet, Mr. Situ and Ji Wanchang, the head of the Hongmen Yiyi Hall in Penang, stayed alone.

  They told me that they heard that the Fang family's Global Group has a good relationship with the US military, and they wanted to use our Fang family's channel to purchase arms.

  I feel that the other party should have other plans, and I dare not agree. I won’t talk to you about this. Let’s see what you think. "

  Fang Lang frowned when he heard the words, and after careful consideration, he said:

   "The other party didn't mention Shata Company?"

"No."

   "It means that our Fang family has a good relationship with the US military and wants to purchase a batch of arms through us."

  Hearing this, Fang Lang fell into deep thought for a while, and said after a long while:

   "This man named Ji Wanchang, have you gotten to know him?"

   "No, he didn't participate when we were discussing medicines. Instead, he stayed alone and asked us to purchase arms.

  If it wasn't for Mr. Situ, I wouldn't bother him. "

   Hearing the words, Fang Lang fell into deep thought again. Penang belongs to Malaysia. In his previous life, Fang Lang would often go there when he was running a boat.

  But Fang Lang is not familiar with Malaysia during this period. According to the geographical knowledge of later generations, we can know that Singapore is now a country split from Malaysia.

   Moreover, this country is still a country where the Chinese occupy the majority.

  But the leader of this country seems to be surnamed Li, obviously it should be very different from the person surnamed Ji.

  Although Singapore in later generations is a developed country with Chinese as the main body, the Chinese in this country are more nationalistic than nationalistic, and they don't have much sense of identity with their hometown.

  Of course, this country is not completely devoid of people who yearn for their hometown.

  The reason why Fang Lang thought of this was because the other party took such a big detour to find him to buy arms, which was obviously not a weapon for the gang to prepare for a fight.

  The biggest possibility is to rebel and set up a rebel army.

   With the little knowledge of Malaysian history that Fang Lang said he knew, it is impossible to know what is going on in Malaysia in this period.

  He only knew that Singapore in later generations was independent from Malaysia.

  Malaysia has a very large Chinese population. When later generations passed by Malaysia, they learned about it. It seems that the Chinese are the second largest ethnic group in Malaysia, but unfortunately they are only second-class citizens.

   And also experienced many racial murders.

  If Ji Wanchang really wants to do something in Malaysia this time, Fang Lang will definitely do it with both hands.

  Now that I have come to this era, I can't just watch the Chinese being harvested by those Malay monkeys again.

  Fang Lang thought of this without hesitation, and directly faced Fang Xinshuidao:

   "How about it! Make an appointment with the other party tomorrow, and I will chat with Mr. Ji Wanchang."

  Fang Xinshui heard that Fang Lang already had an idea in his heart, nodded and asked:

   "Where is Mr. Situ?"

   After pondering for a while, Fang Lang knew that since the other party found Fang Xinshui through Mr. Situ, Mr. Situ must also be an insider, so he just opened up the chat together, so he said:

   "You and Mr. Situ together! Let's sit down and talk together."

   "Okay, I'll call them when I get back."

  After the negotiation was completed, Fang Lang did not leave immediately, but lit a cigar, sat in the tea room while smoking, and carefully recalled the situation in Malaysia in the impression of later generations.

   Hope to do some homework in advance.

  Recalling the actions of the French in South Vietnam, he picked up the phone again and called Blackwell of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, asking him to provide him with some information on Southeast Asia.

  I couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with my inability to obtain enough information.

  It seems that my investigation department needs to increase investment! In the future, these places where Chinese people live will have to send intelligence personnel to collect local intelligence on a regular basis.

  After working on a cigar, Fang Lang returned to the family again, and accompanied Lilith and Vivian to chat with his parents and grandfather until late before resting.

  The next day, Fang Lang got up early in the morning, brought gifts, and accompanied his grandfather to the Bajiquan Gym less than one kilometer away from his home, to visit his master, Bajiquan Li Yunze's family.

  The newly built Bajiquan gymnasium is very large, and it is a three-entry Chinese-style compound.

  The thick gate is about one foot high. On the vermilion gate, there is a huge mahogany plaque with the words "Li's Eighth Class Boxing Gym" written in gold lacquer on it.

  After entering the gate, there is a huge training ground, which can accommodate more than a hundred people to practice boxing at a time.

  At this moment, in the boxing gym, there are already more than 30 teenagers around the age of 16 to 17, led by Li Yunze's son, squatting on horseback, practicing Zhuang Gong.

   Li Yunze's son, Li Xiangang, looks thick and big-eyed, and is about the same age as Fang Lang, but he is actually younger than Fang Lang. He is just twenty years old this year.

  Judging by his appearance, he is an honest and honest person, and he is indeed a person with real kung fu on hand.

  Seeing him practicing boxing with these young people in the martial arts hall, with a serious look, he knew that he should have received the true biography of the master.

  Grandfather Fang Jiayong obviously came to the martial arts gym often, and when everyone saw the old man, they all nodded and called the old man.

  Li Xiangang greeted the old man, and when he saw Fang Lang following in, he was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized that he stopped what he was doing, smiled at Fang Lang and said:

   "Junior brother, you are here!"

  Yes, although Li Xiangang is younger than Fang Lang, he is Fang Lang's senior brother.

  (end of this chapter)