Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 454 It’s all business

From Fang Lang's words, General Nairo Mora could tell that Fang Lang had seen through everything, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

However, a person who is capable of becoming a general will certainly not lose his position just because of this.

Still smiling, he directly extended his right hand in a gesture of invitation and walked out of the conference room first.

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

General Nero Mora's office is still some distance away from this conference room. This conference room is in the middle of the second floor, but his office is located on the far left side of the third floor.

The two of them talked and laughed all the way upstairs, 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 a double door. General Nairo Mora pushed the door open and entered. Inside was a small office with three desks.

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

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

Even when the officers in the office saluted him, he just nodded. Fang Lang understood that this might be considered as taking off his disguise. He felt something interesting for no reason, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

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

"I won't be polite to you!"

When returning the greetings to the officers in the office, they all seemed much more cheerful. They raised their hands and tapped their foreheads casually, then followed General Nero Mora with a smile and continued walking in.

Combined with the portrait behind the desk, Fang Lang had some guesses about General Nero Mora's family background. It seemed that the other party might be a descendant of a European noble!

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

Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly and walked towards the sofa. As soon as he took a step, he found that there was a large carpet surrounding the sofa. It felt very soft when people walked on it.

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

"It doesn't matter. If General Mora likes our Chinese Kung Fu tea, I can give you a tea set. The tea is also a small thing."

And these people are obviously laymen with a strong background in the National Defense Forces. No wonder they dislike the surplus of technology. No real soldier is afraid that his equipment is not advanced enough. This is the first time I heard that someone actively chooses worse equipment.

This made Fang Lang stunned, 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.

He himself wants to study armored tactics in the Marine Corps. It’s not like you don’t know that our navy’s military budget is tight. How can I have the money to buy him a tank?

"General Fang was joking.

When Fang Lang heard this, his eyes narrowed, but his face said calmly:

"Haha. It doesn't matter! My aircraft carrier formation is a melting pot, and everyone who goes in will be integrated into it very quickly.

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

"If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten that Colonel Waldo Gramma, how did you manage to keep him submissive?

I even tried to persuade him to come, but why did I let him participate in training?"

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

Hearing this, General Nairo Mora seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and suddenly smiled and said:

I'm not afraid that someone will try to get in, but once you get in, it won't be easy to get out."

General Nairo Mora heard this, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued with a look of helplessness:

"You should also pay attention. I heard that some people are already jealous of your aircraft carrier fleet. If General Crook and General Moraes hadn't strongly opposed it, your aircraft carrier fleet might also have a few people added to it."

Although General Nairo Mora did not say it clearly, Fang Lang already understood what the other party meant. It was obvious that the Air Force had formed a separate army, and many people seized the opportunity to transfer to the Air Force.

Hearing this, Fang Lang took a deep look at the other party and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart. These guys staying in the center are really well-informed!

Seeing this, General Nairo Mora smiled slightly, quickly adjusted his posture, and then slowly said to Fang Lang:

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

Tossing others to death."

"Alas! Since our Air Force became a separate force, its scale has expanded dramatically, and management is not as simple as before."

He was originally appointed as the commander of the Marine Corps. At that time, our Marine Corps had just been established, and American consultants were responsible for training and guidance.

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

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

He involuntarily gave the other party a thumbs up.

Fortunately, when the Americans sold us the aircraft carrier, they also sent two tank landing ships, so I gave them the two landing ships to study first."

Alas! If I talk too much, I will shed tears!

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

General Nairo Mora obviously didn't believe Fang Lang's words and asked him playfully:

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

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

"Do you think I want to deliberately lower my requirements to build this damn piston engine training aircraft?

This made Fang Lang very depressed.

As the Air Force Minister, he already knew everything about what happened in his own fleet.

"Don't take it to heart, General Mora, I admire your talent very much.

Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled nonchalantly and said:

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

"When you get back, ask someone to bring you a set so that you can drink Kung Fu tea next time you come here."

"Then it's settled."

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

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

However, Fang Lang never thought that he could hide it from everyone. Even if everyone knew it, they couldn't do anything to him. After all, Fang Lang did not adjust the position of Colonel Waldo Gramma. In name, he was still the Marine Corps.

commander.

Don’t talk about this anymore, let’s drink tea.”

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

After saying that, he turned around and came to a tea table by the wall near the door, and began to make tea for the two of them. Fang Lang saw this and smiled nonchalantly:

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

He sat casually on a European-style sofa that looked a little older, rubbed the carvings on the armrests with his hands, and sighed:

"His Excellency the General's office looks really nice. It seems that we should find opportunities to come and sit here more often in the future to soak up the aristocratic atmosphere."

There are three small windows on the wall facing the door, each of which is less than one meter wide. They look like small windows in a medieval castle.

Fang Lang couldn't help but look at the opponent up and down. He didn't expect that he knew so much about the situation in his aircraft carrier formation, but he certainly couldn't admit it!

"Who did you hear this from?

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

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

"It seems that your life is not having a good time either!"

"Fang, please come this way!"

When Fang Lang visited the other party's office, General Nairo Mora had already walked to the sofa area, pointing to a sofa and motioning for Fang Lang to sit down.

Fang Lang obviously didn't like hearing this, so he retorted dissatisfiedly:

"Where did you hear this rumor? I have never tormented others!

Colonel Waldo Gramma has always been the top commander of our Marine Corps, but he is old and has participated in basic training for a period of time. His physical fitness cannot keep up, so he can only choose to withdraw from the training first.

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

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 had imagined. The area was only three-quarters of the size of his office at the Natal base.

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

"Since you are ready to continue investing and wait for the T-1 engine upgrade, do we still need to lower our requirements and study some piston engine training aircraft?"

General Nero Mora smiled bitterly when he heard this.

A huge map of Brazil hangs on the wall to the left of the entrance. In front of the map is a European-style sofa with carved wood. The red wood carving is smooth and shiny, with complex and elegant lines. It looks graceful when paired with black leather cushions.

Luxurious.

Since General Nairo Mora chose to take the initiative to end this topic, Fang Lang certainly would not continue to talk about it in depth.

There is another door through this office, and behind the door is General Nero Mora's office. This design not only ensures the safety of the commander inside, but also protects the privacy of the commander.

"Fang, I made you laugh today."

Seeing Fang Lang bluntly expressing his views on the Air Force, General Nairo Mora was not angry. He just sighed softly before speaking slowly:

Although Fang Lang was very confident in what he said, General Nairo Mora looked like he was a fool if he believed it. He just didn't say you were making it up, so you continued to make it up.

However, General Nairo Mora obviously did not really care about Colonel Waldo Gramma. He was just joking among friends. Seeing that Fang Lang's answer seemed to be spotless, he did not continue to dwell on this topic.

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Facing the direction of the map is a large solid wood desk. On the wall behind the desk is a portrait. The figure in the portrait is somewhat similar to General Nairo Mora, but the other person is

Wearing a military uniform from the musket era.

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 took the initiative to persuade Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Company to raise funds to develop a piston engine training aircraft. They don't know how happy they are!

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

Damn it! After being the clown for a long time, it 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 chapter)