Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

The tall, blond man didn't hide anything about his boss's problem and said without hesitation:

"Of course, although the employees recruited locally may not be skilled enough, we are fully capable of producing Beetles and can put them into large-scale production at any time."

When Fang Lang heard this, his eyes moved and he continued to ask:

"Then do you know why it hasn't started production yet?"

The tall, blond man was obviously taken aback at this moment. He glanced at Fang Lang uncertainly and said:

"Boss, I don't know about this problem, but I heard that the establishment of the sales network seems to be not going well."

Hearing this, Fang Lang didn't say much. He glanced at Qi Qingshan, who was walking towards him quickly, smiled noncommittally at the tall and blond man, and patted each other on the shoulders at the same time:

"Okay, then I won't disturb your work."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out in the direction of Qi Qingshan.

After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and looked back at the tall, blond man and asked:

"By the way, what's your name?"

The tall, thin blond man who was still in a daze was delighted when he heard this and quickly said:

"Boss, my name is Charles Hopkins, engineer in the Power Research Laboratory."

Fang Lang smiled and nodded with satisfaction and said:

"You are very good, do a good job!"

Charles Hopkins was very excited to receive personal praise from his boss, and his face turned slightly red with excitement:

"Yes, boss!"

Within a few words between the two of them, Qi Qingshan quickly came to Fang Lang and whispered to Fang Lang:

"Boss, the data room has been completely sealed. I have checked the data inside and there are indeed development drawings for the Tiger tank."

Hearing this, Fang Lang nodded and continued walking forward.

"From now on, we will arrange for people to guard the data room 24 hours a day. No one is allowed to come in or check out without my permission."

As Fang Lang's adjutant, Qi Qingshan obviously understood Fang Lang's thoughts and nodded quickly:

"Yes, boss!"

At the same time, he raised his eyes and looked around. When he saw that there was no one else around, he lowered his voice again and said:

"This guy named Homero Wenger just ran to organize a meeting in a hurry. Do you want to arrange for someone to watch him?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Fang Lang's mouth, and he said nonchalantly:

"No, let him go! I want to see what tricks he can play.

The tiger didn't show off his power and treated me like a sick cat. He turned against guests and turned against me. This trick actually got to my head. Let him see how dark the Brazilian society is.

Call the security department of the group company and mobilize manpower for a big cleaning today."

Qi Qingshan also flashed a cold light in his eyes, nodded to Fang Lang and said:

"Boss, do you want to transfer all the people from the security company?"

"No need, this guy's control is not that strong. If what I expected is correct, he will be able to control some management.

What I’m more curious about is how the personnel appointed by our Fangyuan Group were won over by them.”

Fang Lang waved his hands indifferently.

Seeing Fang Lang's calm look, Qi Qingshan couldn't help but said curiously:

"Boss, why do you still have a meeting with them? Obviously the people attending this meeting are his people! Even if they are not his people, they must have been bribed by him. We can't hear the real thing at all."
A hint of sarcasm escaped from the corner of his mouth, and Fang Lang seemed to be talking to himself:

"That's right! The people attending the meeting must all be his own people, so it will save me a lot of trouble."

Qi Qingshan immediately understood the meaning and looked at Fang Lang with bright eyes:

"Is the boss just waiting for them to jump out on their own so that they can all be caught in one fell swoop?"

"It's not easy to catch them all in one go, but these people must be the main characters. As long as we catch them, the rest will be simple."

At this moment, Qi Qingshan still didn't understand what Fang Lang meant, so he couldn't help but laugh.

When Fang Lang saw this, he glared at the other party angrily and said:

"You are laughing your ass off. After he gathers everyone in the conference room, you will be responsible for controlling them all."

"Ah! Aren't you going to attend the meeting?"

Qi Qingshan looked at Fang Lang in surprise, obviously not expecting Fang Lang to be so simple and direct.

"Why did I go to participate when I knew you were trying to fool me? I'm so idle and it hurts?

Just notify Zhong Ze from the Investigation Department to take over. Remember to ask these guys to proactively admit that this was an act that harmed our interests at the instigation of the German Porsche Company.

It must not become Homero Wenger’s personal behavior, do you understand what I mean?

At the same time, Mr. Porsche’s behavior of evading war crimes and secretly transferring tank information to our joint venture company with the intention of bringing us into the realm of crime must also make stern representations to Porsche Germany.

Let’s see what Porsche in Germany has to say.

At the same time, I want to tell Zhong Ze that I am very dissatisfied with their recent work.

If I find similar problems again, their investigation department will be disbanded!"

Fang Lang had no interest in getting too entangled with a small character like Homero Wenger. He did not kill him directly immediately because he wanted the other party to gather his own people so that he could clean up easily.

How could you still go to such a useless meeting?

This guy named Homero Wenger obviously didn't understand the situation. He actually regarded everyone as fools and didn't care who owned this place. The moment Fang Lang discovered that this guy was abnormal, his fate...

It’s already doomed.

If he could remain stubborn to the end, Fang Lang might still look down upon him. After seeing this fool being intimidated, he lost control and began to organize his own people to prepare for the meeting.

He hopes that everyone at the meeting will agree with his point of view and continue to fool Fang Lang. It is a miracle that such a stupid person can reach where he is today.

Fang Lang is too lazy to waste his energy on such a person!

After Qi Qingshan understood what Fang Lang meant, he also smiled, stood at attention and saluted:

"Yes, boss!"

Then he turned around and left without hesitation. Needless to say, the management of Porsche Brazil will face a bloody purge next. As for the outcome of those who are purged, it depends on the methods of the investigation department.<

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However, based on Fang Lang's understanding of military commanders, and Fang Lang's clear expression of dissatisfaction with their work, the fate of these people is expected to be very miserable, and even wanting to be repatriated to Germany is probably a luxury.

Fang Lang glanced at Qi Qingshan's leaving figure, smiled slightly, walked to a worker nearby who was debugging equipment, and asked:

"Hello, how can I get to the warehouse?"

This worker was obviously a worker recruited locally in Brazil, and his skin, which was obviously tanned by the sun, was shiny. After hearing Fang Lang's question, he was slightly startled. When he saw Fang Lang's dress and the people standing around him, he understood that Fang Lang was a

Big shot.

He quickly put down his tools and pointed to the rear of the factory, to a huge factory building near the side door:

"That's the warehouse over there!"

Fang Lang didn't mean to talk to the other party anymore, he smiled and nodded:

"Thank you!"

Then Fang Lang wandered around the factory, looking around, and slowly walked towards the warehouse. I have to say that the planning and construction of the entire factory were very good, and it was much better than what he had seen at Mercedes-Benz.

The only drawback is that there are no busy workers on the production line.

But the workers in each workshop were gathered together for training, and some new workers were learning how to operate the machinery under the guidance of German workers. There were also a group of people learning around them.

Fang Lang, who was walking and watching, soon arrived at the warehouse. The so-called warehouse was actually a huge factory building, with various parts piled in categories. Most of these parts were made of metal, so there were obvious signs in the warehouse.

The smell of iron and rust-proof grease.

The management of the warehouse is obviously stricter than the management of the workshop. When Fang Lang and others came to the door of the warehouse and wanted to enter, they were blocked by a worker.

"I'm sorry, this is a warehousing center, please don't enter unless you are not allowed to enter! What can I do for you?"

Fang Lang was not angry about this, but smiled with satisfaction and said:

"I'm looking for Mr. Ivar Beard. Is he here?"

Hearing this, the worker looked Fang Lang up and down for a while, then nodded and said:

"He's doing some sorting. What do you call him? I'll call him over for you."

Fang Lang nodded and said:

"Tell him my name is Fang Lang."

The worker was stunned when he heard this. He felt as if he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, but he still nodded to Fang Lang and said:

"Then you wait here, I'll call him for you, please don't come in casually."

After saying this, he did not forget to extend his palm to everyone to indicate that entry was prohibited. After seeing Fang Lang nodding in confirmation, he turned around and walked inside.

After about two minutes of walking, I saw a middle-aged white man about 180 centimeters tall, slightly unshaven, and wearing a work hat walking over quickly. The skin on his face was a little rough, and he looked...

An ordinary worker.

After he saw a few people at the door of the warehouse, he recognized Fang Lang at a glance and walked directly towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang understood that this must be the original workshop director, Mr. Ivar Beard, and smiled and extended his hand to him. When he was about to say hello, a burly white man with a big belly came out of a small room next to the warehouse.

, scolded Ivar Beard unceremoniously:

"Eva Beard, what are you doing out here? It's working time now. Who allowed you to leave your job? Get back here immediately, otherwise you won't have to come back to work tomorrow?"

This made Fang Lang, who had already stretched out his hand, be startled. He turned to look at the other person. He saw this strong white man with a big belly, less than 1.7 meters tall, a big rosacea, and a red face. He was so far away.

You can smell the alcohol emanating from the other person.

Coupled with the sleepy look on the other person's face, Fang Lang knew that this guy must have drank too much and had not sobered up yet.

After being so drunk at work during working hours, Fang Lang's face immediately turned livid, but he didn't speak, he just looked at the drunk white man with cold eyes.

Ivar Beard, who had already walked out quickly, saw Fang Lang extending his right hand towards him. He quickly took off the glove on his hand, wiped his right hand on his clothes several times, and was about to extend his hand.

He held Fang Lang's right hand and opened his mouth, ready to greet Fang Lang.

Unexpectedly, there was a sound of scolding coming from the side. After turning his head to look at the drunk white man, his expression also changed. At the same time, he also noticed the change in Fang Lang's expression. At this moment, he couldn't care less about this guy who didn't know how to live or die.

He took two quick steps, grabbed Fang Lang's right hand, bent down and said in greeting:

"Hello boss! I am Iva Beard, nice to meet you!"

When Fang Lang saw this, he turned to look at him, smiled and nodded:

"Hello! Mr. Ivar Beard, do you know me?"

Ivar Beard smiled shyly and said:

"Boss, I met you from a distance when I was in Germany. I am very grateful that you can help me and my family find a new life."

When Fang Lang heard this, he glanced at the drunken white man who was staggering towards the two of them, cursing something dirty, and said to him calmly:

"It seems like your new life is not a happy one!"

Ivar Beard smiled bitterly when he heard this, looked at Fang Lang and shrugged helplessly:

"I hope the boss doesn't mind. No matter where you are, you will always encounter a few jerks. But please believe that most of us are grateful."

Hearing what the other party obviously meant, Fang Lang gave him a meaningful look.