Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 450 An Appointment with the Air Force

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 passed through the dark clouds and projected on the sea in the distance, reminding people that it was 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 are rare 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.

Based on Fang Lang’s many years of experience as a sailor, he had 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 had been isolated at the Naval 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.

But because of the typhoon, flights were suspended. In this case, it was 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 a typhoon, 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.

"Haha. It turns 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."

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

I don’t know when you will be free.”

"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 opportunity to get together again!

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.

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.

There are even some shortcomings in the types of aircraft. I guess this is why the Minister of the Air Force 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.

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

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 Navy Headquarters almost every day in the previous week.

"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?"

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

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

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 General Nairo Mora, Minister of the Air Force. He did not know that the other party was waiting here.

how long.

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 general with a very strategic vision.

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.

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?

alert.

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.

"Hello, I'm Fang Lang."

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

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 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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It seemed that the other party was 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."

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

Seeing 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 signaled that he would come. Fang Lang didn't like to hold others up for such trivial matters.

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

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

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

Compared with the office buildings of the Army and Navy, the office space of the Air Force Ministry is obviously much smaller. After all, in terms of scale, the Brazilian Air Force has about the same number of aircraft as its aircraft carrier fleet.

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.

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

The voice coming from the phone was very surprising.

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:

"Is General Mora's office here?"

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.

If you have culture, you must have achievements and achievements.

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.

Fortunately, although this time was considered a typhoon, we did not see many house collapses along the way, which reduced the probability of casualties.

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

Instead, after washing up, he went downstairs to the gym to stand and practice boxing until he was sweating profusely. Then he returned to the room and took a shower. After doing all this, the wind and rain outside gradually subsided.

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.

He turned around and looked out the window. The ray of sunshine that 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:

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.

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.

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

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.

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 in no hurry to set off.

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

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

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."

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

Hearing this, the other party also laughed and said directly:

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

With a vigilant mood, Fang Lang quietly followed everyone into the Air Force Ministry building.

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

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

Nero 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 have 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!

(End of chapter)