Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 454 is all business

  From Fang Lang's words, General Nero Mora had already heard that Fang Lang had seen through everything, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

  However, a person who can become a general after all, of course, will not lose his position because of this.

   Still smiling, he stretched out his right hand, made a gesture of invitation, and walked out of the meeting room first.

  When everyone in the conference room saw that the two were about to leave, they all stood up to attention with serious faces, and watched the two walk out of the conference room.

  General Nairo Mora's office is still some distance away from this meeting room. This meeting room is in the middle of the second floor, while his office is on the far left on the third floor.

  The two went upstairs talking and laughing all the way, and officers saluted them from time to time.

  After entering the third floor, he walked through a long corridor and came to an office with opposite doors. General Nairo Mora opened the door and entered. Inside was a small office with three desks.

  There were three officers working inside, and when they saw the two coming in, they all stood up and saluted.

  Fang Lang noticed that after entering this office, the expression on the face of General Nero Mora, who had been smiling all the time, immediately returned to seriousness.

  Even the officers in the office saluted him, but he just nodded. Fang Lang understood that this might be regarded as taking off his disguise. Feeling a little interesting for no reason in my heart, I unconsciously put on a smile on my face.

   When returning salutes to several officers in the office, they all looked much brisker. They raised their hands and tapped their foreheads casually, then smiled and followed General Nero Mora and continued to walk inside.

  There is another door through this office, behind which is the office of General Nero Mora. This design not only ensures the safety of the officer inside, but also guarantees the privacy of the officer.

   After entering the office, Fang Lang casually looked at the other party's office, and found that the room was not as big as he imagined, and the area was only three-quarters the size of his office in the Natal base.

There is a huge map of Brazil hanging on the wall on the left hand side of the door. In front of the map is a European-style sofa with log carvings. The red wood carvings are smooth and shiny, with complex and elegant lines. It looks graceful with black leather cushions. luxury.

Facing the map, there is a large solid wood desk. On the wall behind the desk is a portrait, and the characters in the portrait are somewhat similar to General Nero Mora, but the other party Wearing a military uniform from the musket era.

  It looks very noble, needless to say, this must be an ancestor of General Nero Mora.

  There are three small windows on the wall facing the door, and the width of each window is less than one meter. It looks like a small window in a medieval castle.

   "Fang, this way please!"

  When Fang Lang visited the other party's office, General Nero Mora had already walked to the sofa area, and pointed to a sofa to signal Fang Lang to sit down.

  Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly, raised his foot and walked towards the sofa. Just after taking a step, he found that there was a large carpet around the sofa, which felt very soft when walking on it.

   This stunned Fang Lang, mainly because this was the first time he encountered carpets on the office floor in Brazil. Most areas in Brazil are in the tropics, so few people would lay carpets at home.

  Combined with the portrait behind the desk, Fang Lang has some guesses about General Nero Mora's family background. It seems that the other party may be a descendant of European nobles!

  However, this does not affect Fang Lang's relationship with the other party.

  Casually sat on the European-style sofa that looked a bit old, stroked the carvings on the armrest with his hand, and sighed:

   "Your Excellency General's office looks really good. It seems that we need to find opportunities to come over more in the future, so as to inhale the extravagance."

  General Nero Mora smiled wryly upon hearing this.

   "General Fang laughed.

  I don’t have your good tea Biluochun here, only some Assam black tea, hope you don’t mind. "

   As he spoke, he turned and came to a tea table by the wall next to the door, and began to make tea for the two of them. Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled indifferently and said:

   "It's okay, if General Mora likes our Huaxia Kung Fu tea, I can give you a set of tea sets. Tea is also a small thing."

   This can be regarded as sparing no effort to promote Chinese culture.

  General Nero Mora heard the words, with a face in front of his eyes, and a smile on his face:

   "I won't be polite to you!"

   Obviously, Fang Lang's gift was accepted by the trend. Fang Lang liked the other party's unpretentious character very much, and said with a smile on his face:

   "After you go back, I will find someone to send you a set, so that next time I come to you, I can also drink Kung Fu tea."

   Holding two cups of black tea, he handed one of them to Fang Lang. After Fang Lang took it, General Nero Mora sat on another sofa beside Fang Lang with a smile on his face.

   "That's a deal."

  Fang Lang took two sips of black tea and took a sip. The taste was unexpectedly good. Obviously, the English black tea from the other party should not be cheap.

   Involuntarily gave the other party a thumbs up.

  General Neiro Mora saw this, smiled slightly, and quickly adjusted his state, before slowly speaking to Fang Lang:

   "Fang, I'll show you a joke today."

  Hearing the words, Fang Lang smiled indifferently and said:

   "Don't worry about General Mora, I admire your talent very much.

   It’s just that I didn’t expect that the Air Force, which has only been established for a few years, would have so many constraints. "

   Seeing Fang Lang bluntly expressing his views on the Air Force, General Nero Mora was not angry, but only sighed lightly before slowly speaking:

   "Ah! Since our air force became a separate army, the scale has expanded dramatically, and management is not as simple as it used to be."

  Although General Nero Mora didn't say it clearly, Fang Lang already understood what the other party meant. Obviously, the Air Force formed an army alone, and many people seized the opportunity to transfer to work in the Air Force.

   And these people are obviously laymen with a deep background in the National Defense Forces. No wonder there is a situation of dislike of excess technology. Who is a real soldier who is not afraid that his equipment is not advanced enough? This is the first time I heard that someone actively chooses worse equipment.

   "It seems that your life is not easy!"

  General Nero Mora heard the words, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued helplessly:

   "You should also pay attention. I heard that some people are jealous of your aircraft carrier formation. If Generals Crook and General Morais hadn't strongly opposed it, your aircraft carrier fleet might have been stuffed with a few people."

  Fang Lang heard the words, his eyes were fixed, but his face said calmly:

   "Hehe. It doesn't matter! My aircraft carrier formation is a big melting pot, and everyone who enters it can be integrated into one quickly.

  I'm not afraid of people wanting to go in, but once in, it's not easy to get out. "

  Hearing this, General Nero Mora suddenly remembered something, and suddenly smiled:

   "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, that Colonel Valdo Grama, how did you manage to keep him submissive!

  At that time, we were all waiting to see a good show! Unexpectedly, this guy died down immediately after entering.

  I heard that you let a colonel and officer receive basic military training with ordinary soldiers?

   Tossing others to death. "

  Fang Lang obviously didn't like to hear these words, and retorted directly dissatisfied:

   "Where did you hear the rumors! I never torment others!

  He was originally appointed as the commander of the Marine Corps. At that time, our Marine Corps was just formed, and the American consultant was responsible for training and guidance.

  In order to integrate into the team as soon as possible, he volunteered to join the training.

  I was still persuading him to come, why did I let him participate in training? "

  General Nero Mora obviously didn't believe Fang Lang's words, so he asked him playfully:

   "Then how did I hear that he can only command two useless tank landing ships now!"

  Here, Fang Lang couldn't help but look him up and down. He didn't expect him to know so much about the situation in his aircraft carrier formation, but he certainly couldn't admit it!

   "Who did you hear that from?

  Although we are friends, if you frame me, I will sue you for defamation!

  Colonel Valdo Granma has always been the supreme commander of our Marine Corps. It's just that he is old and has participated in basic training for a period of time. His physical fitness can't keep up, so he can only choose to quit training first.

  He himself wants to study armor tactics in the Marine Corps. It’s not like you don’t know that our navy’s military budget is tight, so I don’t have the money to buy tanks for him.

   Fortunately, when the Americans sold the aircraft carrier to us, they sent two tank landing ships, so I gave him the two landing ships for research first. "

  Although Fang Lang said swearingly, General Nero Mora looked like a fool who believed who was a fool. He just missed saying that you made it up, and you continued to make it up.

   This made Fang Lang very depressed.

However, General Nero Mora obviously didn't really care about this Colonel Valdo Grama, and he was just joking among friends. Seeing that Fang Lang's answer seemed to be watertight, he stopped entangled in this topic .

   "To be honest, I admire your courage, if I had your courage, I wouldn't be like this.

well! I will cry if I continue!

  Stop talking about this, drink tea and drink tea. "

  Hearing the words, Fang Lang took a deep look at the other party, and couldn't help sighing softly in his heart, these guys staying in the center are really well-informed!

  What happened in his own fleet, he, the Minister of the Air Force, already knows everything.

However, Fang Lang didn't think he could hide it from everyone. Even if everyone knew it, they couldn't do anything to him. After all, Fang Lang didn't adjust the position of Colonel Valdo Grama, and the opponent was still the Marine Corps in name commander.

   As for the other party giving up their rights, no one can say anything more.

  Since General Nero Mora chose to take the initiative to end this topic, of course Fang Lang will not continue to talk about it in depth.

   After taking a sip of the black tea in his hand, he took the initiative to change the subject and said:

   "Since you are going to continue to invest and wait for the T-1 engine upgrade, then we have to lower the requirements and study some piston engine trainer?"

   This made General Nero Mora smile bitterly, shook his head helplessly and said:

   "Do you think I want to deliberately lower the requirements to engage in this **** piston engine trainer?

   Or do you think they really don't know that the T-1 trainer plane can be directly used as a ground attack plane.

  The reason why they proposed the excess technology of T-1 is that they want to reapply for a new research and development project so as to get money from the Ministry of Defense.

   As for whether this project will be successful, or whether this model is advanced and suitable for use, they don't care at all.

  Now, for my sake, you take the initiative to persuade Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Company to raise funds to develop a trainer aircraft with piston engines. How happy they are!

  Believe it or not, there will be two more research and development applications for new models on my desktop tomorrow, and this application will soon be approved by the Ministry of National Defense. "

   Mud horse! After a long time, the clown turned out to be me. I thought it was a simple political struggle, but it turned out to be a business at all.

  (end of this chapter)