Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

In the early morning, Fang Lang was awakened by the sound of heavy rain outside the window. He climbed out of bed helplessly, walked to the bed and opened the curtains. He saw that it was dark outside and the entire window was covered by a thick rain curtain.

A faint beam of light passes through the dark clouds and is projected on the sea in the distance, reminding people that it is already dawn.

Through this ray of light, you can see the huge waves rolling on the sea. The palm trees outside the door are swaying in the strong wind mixed with heavy rain, and there are huge leaves falling on the ground.

Obviously, this is not a simple heavy rain, but a big typhoon.

In fact, typhoons rarely occur in Brazil. According to geographical knowledge, it is because the strong subtropical high pressure in the South Atlantic makes the wind shear in the southern hemisphere very strong, making it difficult for typhoons to form.

With Fang Lang’s many years of experience as a sailor, he has rarely heard of typhoons in Brazil. Therefore, this time he was caught off guard by the sudden typhoon weather.

It can also be regarded as "If you don't keep guests, you will keep them".

Fang Lang has been isolated at the Navy Club for two days by the typhoon. He had planned to fly back to Natal Naval Base after negotiating with Adams Teach the day before yesterday.

However, due to the typhoon, flights have been suspended. In this case, it is even more impossible to take a boat. If you want to go back to Natal, you can only take land transportation, that is, cars and trains.

During typhoon days, the safety of cars cannot be guaranteed. The train line to Natal is built along the coastline, so unfortunately train transportation is also affected.

Therefore, Fang Lang had no choice but to be forced to stay at the Rio de Janeiro Naval Club due to the typhoon weather.

He sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and was thinking about whether to go to the gym to box and exercise. The phone in the room suddenly rang, which made Fang Lang a little strange. He turned to the phone and picked up the phone.

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"Hello, I'm Fang Lang."

The voice coming from the phone was very surprising.

"Haha... General Fang, I heard that you were stranded in Rio de Janeiro by a typhoon, right?"

"Haha...it turned out to be General Mora,

Alas! Who says it's not the case? This kind of weather, which is rare in several years, happened to me."

The caller turned out to be Air Force Secretary General Nairo Mora, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"That's just right. I've always wanted to ask you to meet. You're very busy. It's rare that you're free now. Would you like to come to my place for tea?"

Fang Lang was very surprised by the sudden invitation from the Air Force Minister. He was not surprised at all that the other party knew that he was in Rio de Janeiro. After all, he had visited the Naval Command almost every day in the previous week.

However, he didn't know why the other party suddenly invited him. But he soon had some guesses. After all, there were only a few things that connected him with him.

He turned around and looked out the window. The ray of sunshine penetrated the dark clouds and pierced the sky. It was estimated that the typhoon would pass soon. After thinking about it, he did not refuse and replied directly:

"Haha...Thank you very much for the invitation, General. It's my honor!

I don’t know when you will be free."

When the person on the other side heard Fang Lang agreeing directly, he was obviously very happy and said cheerfully:

"Haha... Let's have tea with General Fang. I'm free at any time. If it's convenient for General Fang, I'll send a car to pick you up right now."

Although it was a typhoon day, the sea water had obviously receded today. What he saw yesterday was that the roads were submerged by sea water. Therefore, Fang Lang understood that the other party had already confirmed the weather conditions before inviting him.

It seems that the other party is very sincere! He smiled and declined the other party's idea of ​​sending a car and replied directly:

"Haha... General Mora is too polite. There is no need to send a car. I have a car here. When the rain subsides a little, I will go to your office to visit."

When the other party heard this, he also laughed and said directly:

"Then I will be in the office, waiting for General Fang's arrival."

After several contacts with General Nairo Mora, Fang Lang had a very good impression of this general. At least compared to most of the fat generals in Brazil, this general can be regarded as a cultured general.

To be educated, you need to have achievements and achievements.

He received a complete set of air force knowledge training in the United States and led his soldiers to participate in World War II. He is considered a rare talent.

I don’t know if both parties have American backgrounds, but Fang Lang feels that the other party is very close to him. Judging from the other party’s support for his airline’s independent development of training aircraft, it seems that he is also a very strategic general.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Lang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch and found that it was still early. Although the wind and rain outside had weakened, it had not stopped yet, so he was not in a hurry to set off.

Instead, after washing up, I went downstairs to the gym to stand, practice boxing, and sweat profusely before returning to the room to take a shower. When I finished all this, the wind and rain outside gradually subsided.

Fang Lang put on his military uniform unhurriedly, and, escorted by guards, drove to the Air Force Headquarters near the Brazilian Ministry of Defense.

Along the way, although the wind and rain weakened, the typhoon still caused considerable disasters to Rio de Janeiro, a place rarely visited by typhoons.

There was water everywhere on the road and many trees were broken, so the journey was very difficult.

Brazil is different from the hometown of later generations, and soldiers will appear in various disaster-stricken areas to provide disaster relief, so we can only rely on the local people to solve the problem themselves.

Fortunately, although this time is considered a typhoon, we did not see many collapsed houses along the way, which reduces the probability of casualties.

It’s no wonder that Rio de Janeiro will be called the City of God in later generations. With such a long coastline, only one typhoon occurred in a few years. It’s hard not to think that God is blessing them.

Moreover, even if a typhoon forms, it can easily be sheared by the wind and reduce its power.

This typhoon may be recorded in Brazil's history. After all, the branches breaking on the road show that the wind must be quite strong.

I just don’t know if my company has suffered losses.

Along the way, Fang Lang was thinking about random things. When the convoy finally arrived downstairs at the Air Force Headquarters, Fang Lang raised his hand and saw that it was already half past ten.

Shaking his head helplessly, Fang Lang adjusted his military uniform and got out of the car door. Qi Qingshan was already standing by the door holding an umbrella.

Depending on the situation, he wanted to hold an umbrella for Fang Lang. Fang Lang smiled when he saw this, took the umbrella from the other person's hand, and motioned for him to do it himself. Fang Lang didn't like to use others' hands for such trivial matters.

Unless there is a safety risk and the guards use black umbrellas to block outsiders' sight, they will ask others to hold umbrellas for themselves. Otherwise, Fang Lang will do it himself whenever he can.

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Of course Qi Qingshan knew Fang Lang's habits, so he didn't say much, but followed Fang Lang with another umbrella.

Fang Lang, who had just taken the umbrella, looked up and found that there were already several people waiting at the door of the Air Force Headquarters. The leader of them was the Air Force Minister, General Nairo Mora. He did not know that the other party was waiting here.

How long.

This made Fang Lang feel very embarrassed. The dignified Minister of the Air Force personally greeted him at the door. What a sign of respect! In an instant, Fang Lang felt unprecedented importance.

It also made Fang Lang feel a little uneasy in his heart. Could it be that there were some excessive demands waiting for him?

Fang Lang, who had no time to think about it, took two quick steps and saluted a military salute from a distance. Then he quickly walked forward, grabbed the right hand of General Nairo Mora who had just laid down the military salute, and explained hurriedly.

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"Your Majesty General, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting!

I didn't expect that the weather would be so harmful. The roads have become very bad and it is very difficult for vehicles to travel."

General Nairo Mora, however, laughed and gave Fang Lang a big hug without caring.

"This is a rare typhoon weather in Brazil. I have never encountered it a few times in my life. If it weren't for this weather, we don't know when we would have the chance to get together again!

Besides, I didn’t wait long. You came at just the right time.”

Fang Lang felt very comfortable with the other party's enthusiasm. He had to say that the other party was really good at dealing with people, making it impossible for him to say no.

After the two briefly exchanged greetings, General Nero Mora introduced Fang Lang to the people who came out with him to greet him.

Most of these senior air force generals are only school-level officers, but Fang Lang does not dare to have any contempt. After all, these people can be regarded as the first generation veterans of the Brazilian Air Force. If nothing else, their future prospects will be uncertain.

Limited edition.

After everyone got to know each other, they entered the office building of the Air Force Ministry under the leadership of General Nero Mora.

Compared with the office buildings of the Army and Navy, the office space of the Air Force Ministry is obviously much smaller. After all, the Brazilian Air Force is not much different in size from the number of aircraft in its aircraft carrier fleet.

There are even some shortcomings in the types of aircraft. I guess this is why the Air Force Minister is so affectionate towards him! Maybe the other party wants to bring the aviation forces in his hands under the management of the Air Force!

During this period, everyone was not as clear about the use of aircraft as in later generations. This situation is not uncommon. The current U.S. Air Force has the idea of ​​​​eating the naval aviation in one bite.

Therefore, the more warm and polite the other party was, the more wary Fang Lang felt. The other party said that he was inviting him to his office for tea, but in the end a lot of air force officers came to receive him. How could he not feel sad about this?

Be alert.

With a vigilant mood, Fang Lang calmly followed everyone into the Air Force Ministry Building.

Soon, everyone was chatting and laughing all the way to a conference room of the Air Force Ministry. Fang Lang looked up and saw the words conference room written on the door, and quickly pretended not to understand:

"Where is General Mora's office?"

Nairo Mora was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Fang Lang, and then at the group of air force officers following him. He couldn't help laughing, and it took him a while to stop laughing and said:

"Haha...General Fang, don't get me wrong! We have no other intentions.

Originally, I wanted to invite you to my office alone to drink tea and chat. But when the chief of staff heard that you were coming, they all said that they wanted to get to know you and have casual conversations with you.

Don’t worry, the things we want to communicate are mainly about entrusting Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Company to manufacture aircraft.”

Hearing this, Fang Lang looked at the other person's expression carefully and saw that the other person had a calm face. Then he turned to look at the other air force officers and saw that there were no other expressions on their faces. He was relieved.

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If it was really about aircraft manufacturing, Fang Lang would certainly not have any problems. After all, this could be considered taking care of his own business!

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