Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

After standing there for a while, General Nero Mora returned to the sofa with all his strength, slumped down on it, and looked up at the ceiling with dull eyes.阑

Fang Lang didn't say much when he saw this. He just looked at the other person quietly. There were some things that were useless to talk about. In the end, he had to figure it out on his own.

It took General Nero Mora a long while to look at Fang Lang, and said somewhat helplessly:

"General Fang, what do you think I should do?"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Fang Lang glared angrily and said:

"Look at your worthless appearance. You are the Minister of the Air Force, how can you be ignored so easily?

If I were you, I might as well find a pillow and hit you to death."

General Nairo Mora, who was waiting for Fang Lang to give him an idea, was scolded by Fang Lang, and he was completely confused. He thought to himself, I'm already like this, just don't comfort me.

Yes, you even scolded me.

"You...you..."

After murmuring twice, General Nero Mora couldn't think of anything to say in reply. He could only sigh helplessly, leaned on the sofa again, and continued to look at the ceiling.

Fang Lang, who originally wanted to provoke the other party, couldn't help but be startled when he saw this. This kid can't be so fragile! Can't stand these two sentences?

"Why, you have nothing to say, so you just give up?"

Nairo Mora, who was looking at the ceiling in trance, didn't say anything. He just sat up straight again, looked at Fang Lang, his eyes were red, and he said expressionlessly:

"Fang, I know what you mean. It's not that I don't want to do something. The main reason is that these people are so intertwined and complicated that I can't suppress them at all.

Maybe they can replace me at any time." Lan

Fang Lang didn't know what Nairo Mora was thinking, but now that he knew this, he couldn't turn a blind eye and allow this situation to develop. In this way, the relationship that was finally built up in the Brazilian Air Force would be lost again.

Rebuilt.

It's not that he doesn't have the ability to find someone to replace Nairo Mora, it's mainly that he thinks this guy is actually pretty good. At least he should be an officer with the idea of ​​strengthening the army.

Therefore, he thought for a while and said directly without going roundabout ways:

"Who wants you to suppress them? I mean, since you can't beat them, why not join them?"

Hearing this, General Nero Mora jumped up from the sofa and looked at Fang Lang in disbelief:

"What? You asked me to join them, do you know what the consequences will be? In less than two years, the entire Brazilian Air Force will be useless, do you know?"

Fang Lang looked at the excited Nero Mora and smiled without saying anything. He pointed at his black tea cup to indicate that he was out of tea. 阑

As a result, when the old boy saw this, he turned his head to the side and pretended not to see it with an anger. This made Fang Lang amused. This guy is not young! Why is he still acting like a child?

Helplessly, he got up, walked to the tea table at the back, brought the teapot over, sat down on the sofa again, added a cup for himself, and another cup for the other person, and then said calmly:

"I hear what you mean, if you don't join them, will the Brazilian Air Force be saved?"

Nairo Mora, who had a look of hatred on his face, was startled when he heard this. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. He just turned his head and stared at Fang Lang without saying a word.

Fang Lang, however, remained unmoved as he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and looked at the other party with a smile on his face, as if waiting for the other party's answer.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Nairo Mora was finally defeated and said with a dissatisfied look:

"My values ​​tell me that I can't do such a thing." LAN

After taking a look at the luxurious furnishings in the office, Fang Lang said with ill intentions and a slightly sarcastic tone:

"You said you were born as an ordinary second lieutenant in the army. Do you want to tell me that your family is poor?

However, look at the luxurious decoration in your office, look at this luxurious sofa, look at this thick carpet.

Don’t tell me this wasn’t purchased with Air Force military funds.”

While talking, Fang Lang was stroking the armrests of the sofa, and from time to time he would kick the carpet under his feet with his leather shoes.

Without waiting for the other party to refute, Fang Lang said directly:

"Don't tell me that you moved this from your home, and that portrait, the colors are still very new to me! It can't be from your ancestors!" Lan

Nero Mora's face turned red at this time. He couldn't help but stand up directly. He stared at Fang Lang and said in a cold tone:

"General Fang, what do you want to say?"

Seeing the other party, he didn't refute, obviously because he was right. Although the other party acted very fiercely, Fang Lang was not frightened, so how could he be frightened by him?

This was obviously a sign of fierceness and inwardness. He waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for the other person to sit down and said, looking at the other person without any fear. When he saw the other person, he still stared at him and said nothing.

Fang Lang couldn't help but smile and continued unhurriedly:

"Okay, General Mora, we are all our own people.

We all understand this kind of thing. You didn't spend my money to decorate your office. I don't care how luxurious your office is! We all sacrificed our lives to get today's wealth. What's wrong with enjoying it? Lan

I know you just misappropriated part of the funds to create a better working environment for yourself, so that you can better serve the country!

I understand all of this. My office is much bigger than yours. Do I have to lower my standards?"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the arm of General Nairo Mora, who was standing in front of him with an unhappy look on his face, and motioned for him to sit down.

Seeing Fang Lang's attitude, General Nairo Mora also understood that the other party was not looking for trouble with him, but the words sounded really unpleasant, so he threw away the hand that slapped his arm with a dissatisfied look, and said bitterly

He sat down and said in a bad tone:

"What do you mean?"

When Fang Lang saw this, he didn't take it seriously. He just smiled slightly, continued to pick up the tea cup and took a sip before saying:

"Don't you understand what I mean? After all, everyone is the same, why not just join them? Lan

At least we have more principles and bottom line than they do.

With your identity, after joining them, you should be the guest and leave these things to you to take the lead!

If you were in charge, you would at least not organize projects that are obviously lagging behind in research and development!

I have to say, these guys are really stupid. If it were me, I would definitely apply directly to research jet trainer aircraft. That thing can't apply for more funds, and it requires continuous investment.

This will not only benefit yourself, but also do something good for the Air Force. It's better than them just messing around like this, don't you think?"

General Nero Mora never expected that Fang Lang would actually express such logic. It sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, but he felt that something was wrong.

However, the jet trainer in Fang Lang's words caught his attention, and he looked at Fang Lang in disbelief and said: Lan

"What you mean is that your Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Factory already has the ability to manufacture jet aircraft."

Staring at General Nero Mora angrily, Fang Lang said dissatisfied:

"Is this what I'm talking to you about now?

If you can't completely control the Air Force Department, what's the use even if we can build jets or missiles?"

"What? You can also build missiles?"

At this moment, Fang Lang couldn't help but admire this guy. Although he may be suspected of being self-serving, he is still very keen and attentive to the new equipment of the Air Force and the development of the Air Force.

With a roll of his eyes, Fang Lang quickly thought about it and said: Lan

"Are you stupid? Turboprop engines have already been manufactured. Are jet engines still far away?

As long as you can throw real money into it, wouldn't it be a matter of time to build a jet plane?

Alas! It’s a pity that there are a bunch of idiots who want to study piston engines, and I’m convinced.”

After listening to Fang Lang's words, General Nero Mora stood up impatiently and began to pace back and forth in the office, his right fist constantly slapping the palm of his left hand.

He murmured to himself:

"Yes, our aviation industry has begun to take off, and it must not stop. With turboprop engines, jet engines and missile engines will follow.

Soon our air force will be able to drive jet engines and use missiles to fight.阑

No, no, we must not let these bastards ruin the opportunity of the Brazilian Air Force to rise. I want to take back the rights of the Air Force.

That's right...that's right...researching more advanced aircraft.

To hell with the damn piston engine!"

The last words, General Nairo Mora almost shouted, startled Fang Lang who had been watching from the side, thinking, this old boy doesn't seem to have a very good brain, he can't

You must have been fooled by me!

Fang Lang was so frightened that he was trembling. Before he could react, he saw General Nairo Mora turning around and stepping directly in front of Fang Lang. He grabbed Fang Lang's hand and held it tightly: <

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"General Fang, you are right. We cannot let those idiots succeed. The research and development of new projects must be led by us.

Yes, that’s us. Only you and me are the ones who truly understand technology and know what the future aircraft will look like.阑

Since they want to make money, we will take advantage of their psychology and apply for more suitable research projects.

With them here we will definitely be able to get more R&D funds and carry out more research projects, yes, that’s it!”

Fang Lang grinned as he watched the other person nagging here, his face turned red. It wasn't because the other person was convinced by him and he was excited. It was because the old boy grabbed Fang Lang's hand too hard and pinched Fang Lang.

I almost screamed.

In the end, I still couldn’t resist breaking my defense:

"Hey, hey... Sigh... If you have something to say, please say it softly... Hey... Speak softly.

You're right, they don't understand aviation technology, we are the experts,...hiss...ah!...you let go...quickly let go, hiss.

....Everything you said is right.

Quickly let go..." Lan

Hearing Fang Lang's intermittent words, General Nairo Mora reacted, quickly let go, touched Fang Lang's hand with a loyal face, and apologized repeatedly:

"I'm sorry! General Fang, it's me... I lost my temper."

For some reason, Fang Lang always felt that the guy opposite did it on purpose, but he couldn't seem to find any evidence.

But considering that the other party seemed to have turned a corner, he didn't care about it. While rubbing his palms, Fang Lang thought, does this old boy have some skills in his hands?

With my physique and frequent martial arts training, even though he suddenly grabbed my hand in a sneak attack, it shouldn't have hurt so much!

"You are right. You need to tell them that the backward products they came up with are just a small effort. They have no future, no money, and are thankless.

If you want to do it, go for high-tech, large-scale projects. Not only will you have high-end products, but you can also make more money.阑

You can also see the actual products, and even if someone comes to check, they won’t be able to find any problems.

If you can integrate into this interest group and bring them greater benefits, they will definitely support your work, so that you can completely control the Air Force Department."

When General Nairo Mora heard this, he nodded with a smile on his face and said:

"You are right. I will reorganize a meeting with them this afternoon and tell them clearly that what they are doing is too low-level. Only by following me can you make big money."

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