Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 520 Being a Guest

Author: Durian Shield

Chapter 520 Being a Guest

Reinhardt, who originally wanted to drive by himself, saw that Fang Lang had started to close the door of the car, so he walked to the passenger seat without hesitation, opened the door and got in.

Seeing Reinhardt get into the car, Fang Lang no longer hesitated, put the car into gear and started, slowly driving the car out of the parking area.

Of course, the guards did not dare to ride in Fang Lang's car. They hurriedly looked for a new car parked aside, pulled the driver who came with the car out of the car, and drove themselves to follow Fang Lang's footsteps.

There was chaos in the parking lot for a while.

Fortunately, Fang Lang did not drive away. Instead, he circled around his special plane on the tarmac of the airport a few times. He even drove the car off the runway and spread joy on the grass beside it.

Unfortunately, the road conditions here were too smooth and the performance of the off-road vehicle could not be fully utilized. In the end, Fang Lang had no choice but to give up.

Reinhardt, who was sitting aside, seemed to see that Fang Lang was still unfinished, and said with a smile:

"Tomorrow I will take you to our manor in the countryside to give you a good test. What do you think?"

Fang Lang turned around and glanced at the other party, understanding that the other party also wanted to drive the car to the wild to test it. He smiled and did not reveal it.

"No problem, I'll find a wild environment tomorrow to try out the performance of this car."

After saying that, he turned the car around and drove back to the Hendersons' car. He smiled sheepishly and said:

"Uncle Henderson, I'm so sorry to let you take effect!"

Fit Henderson, who was sitting in the back seat of a similar off-road vehicle, heard this and laughed:

"Haha. It doesn't matter! You are a young man! It's normal. If I were a few years younger, I would also like to drive out for a drive like you.

Moreover, this car is indeed very good. When I came here today, I felt it myself.

If it can be officially mass-produced, I would also like to persuade the Navy Department to purchase a batch of them as military vehicles!"

Hearing this, Fang Lang's expression changed. If this was really the case, it would be great news for his Aston Martin company!

"Really? Thank you so much Uncle Henderson."

Mrs. Henderson on the side saw several people sitting in the car chatting through the window, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Fang came here after a long flight and is already exhausted. We don't want to chat here. We should take Fang home to eat and rest first."

Seeing this, Fit Henderson could only shrug at Fang Lang and signal his wife to speak, and he could only obey obediently.

Fang Lang laughed and said to Mrs. Henderson:

"Auntie is right! Let's talk about it first when we get home!"

After saying that, he winked at Reinhardt and signaled him to show him the way.

Seeing this, Reinhardt also shrugged helplessly.

Next, the long motorcade slowly drove out of London Airport and headed to the Henderson family's estate in the suburbs of London.

Fang Lang, who followed the convoy through the streets from time to time, found that the streets of London were now much better than the dilapidated scene he saw last time. The houses that had been destroyed by bombings had been fully repaired.

It's as if the scars left by the war have begun to heal on their own.

The mood of the pedestrians on the street also seems to have improved greatly, and there are also various cars parked on both sides of the road.

Although it seemed that the British economy had begun to recover, Fang Lang could still spot homeless people in the alleys between some houses.

Even when passing by a building, Fang Lang noticed a long queue outside the building. After questioning Reinhardt, he learned that this was owned by the London Relief Agency, which was responsible for distributing free food to the poor and unemployed.

Obviously, Britain has never really recovered from the damage of the war.

At the same time, Fang Lang also knew very well that George Marshall had publicly proposed that Europeans should unite and start planning a European reconstruction plan.

That means that Europe's opportunities have come, and Europe will soon usher in rapid development. Our own companies will also usher in rapid development.

After stopping and stopping along the way, the motorcade passed through downtown London and stopped at a manor in the suburbs.

At this moment, more than a dozen men and women dressed as servants were standing at the door of the manor.

The vehicle in front slowly stopped. The gray-haired housekeeper politely stepped forward and opened the door. Fit Henderson and Mrs. Henderson got out of the car slowly.

After the vehicle drove away, the Hendersons stood there waiting for Fang Lang's vehicle to come forward.

According to the habit Fang Lang had developed in his previous life, he was just going to find a parking space to park the car and then walk into the manor, but now the Hendersons were obviously standing at the door waiting for him.

It was too late for him to continue driving.

He had no choice but to park the car in front of the Hendersons, open the door and get out of the car.

"Fang, welcome to my home!"

Fit Henderson looked very gentlemanly and spread out his left hand, gesturing for Fang Lang to come inside.

This kind of gentlemanly etiquette made Fang Lang a little uncomfortable, but he had to bite the bullet and show humility to the other person before following him into the house.

On the left side of the house is a huge reception area. Fang Lang, led by Fit Henderson, went to the reception area to sit down.

As soon as he sat on the luxurious European-style sofa, a servant poured Fang Lang a cup of black tea and placed exquisite refreshments on the coffee table.

"Uncle Henderson, Reinhardt and I are good brothers, so you don't have to be too polite to me."

After speaking, he glanced at Reinhardt Henderson beside him. Unexpectedly, the boy shrugged and gave Fang Lang a helpless look, which made Fang Lang angry.

Fang Lang estimated that Fit Henderson probably had some traditional British aristocratic habits. If he wanted to be entertained like an ordinary family, he would probably feel very rude.

As if he noticed that Fang Lang was a little uncomfortable, Fit Henderson smiled, waved to the housekeeper beside him, motioned for them to leave, and went to sit on the sofa next to Fang Lang.

"Fang, you are Reinhardt's friend. It is our family's honor to be a guest in our home.

As a landlord, of course I must fulfill my duties as a landlord!"

After speaking, he pointed at the black tea in front of Fang Lang and motioned for Fang Lang to drink tea.

Seeing this, Fang Lang had nothing to say, so he could only pick up the black tea casually and take a sip.

"Uncle Henderson, I am very happy to be invited by Reinhardt to visit your home this time! I have brought some gifts to you and your aunt. I hope you like them."

After speaking, he gestured to Qi Qingshan who was standing behind him.

Qi Qingshan nodded, walked to the door and nodded to the guards. Soon there were two people carrying some gifts and placing them on the coffee table on the sofa.

Because there were a large number of gifts, it was impossible for Fit Henderson to open each one in front of Fang Lang.

He just picked up a box of cigars and said:

"Thank you for the gift, cigars are my favorite!

As far as I know, Good Luck brand cigarettes are very popular in the army. I didn’t expect that there are cigars of this brand. I must try how they taste.”

Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly. Good Luck Cigarettes was his first business, and he started from this business. Fang Lang was not surprised at all that Fit Henderson had heard of Good Luck Cigarettes.

.

After all, the main consumer group of Good Luck cigarettes in the early stage was the military personnel.

"Haha. Don't worry, Uncle Henderson, our Good Luck cigar has three flavors. You will definitely find the cigar that best suits your taste.

If you like it then, you can tell me directly and I will ask Good Luck Factory to send it to you specially."

"Oh! Then I won't be polite!"

After hearing Fang Lang's words, Fit Henderson opened the cigar box with interest, took out one of the cigars, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and soon showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

From here, Fang Lang could tell that Uncle Fit Henderson really liked cigars, and the intoxicated expression on his face was obviously not lying.

Mrs. Henderson on the side also smiled slightly when she saw her husband's appearance, and said to Fit Henderson:

"Good Luck Cigarettes is Fang Lang's business. If you have tried cigars and think they are good, you can help Fang Lang promote them."

Fit Henderson was stunned when he said this. As the Chief of Staff of the Royal Navy, he was usually very busy with official duties, so he rarely participated in the family business.

Mrs. Henderson, on the other hand, manages the family business and cooperates with Fang Lang's Global Group. She also knows about Aston Martin's plans to build a factory in Brazil after being acquired by Fang Lang.

Naturally, I have a general understanding of the Fang Lang family's business.

What's more, Reinhardt's invitation to Fang Lang to come to the UK this time was actually instigated by Mrs. Henderson.

"Oh! Are Lucky Cigarettes the property of Fang Lang's family? This is really surprising.

In this case, I will definitely help you promote your Good Luck Cigars in the UK."

Fang Lang didn't care about this. Although the upper-class aristocratic circle in the UK was indeed one of the main consumer groups of cigars, Fang Lang didn't come here to give the cigars as a gift to help promote it.

However, since the other party had already taken the initiative to bring it up, he could not continue to refuse. He could only smile and nod:

"Then I'll thank Uncle Henderson first.

However, there is no need to worry about this. The most important thing is for you to try it and see if it suits your taste.

After you try it and feel it is really good, it won’t be too late to recommend it to your friends.”

Fit Henderson was not polite. He took out the cigar scissors and cut off the end of the cigar, then started to light the cigar. Holding the cigar in his left hand, he held a lighter in his right hand and kept burning it at a 45-degree angle. The whole action looked like

Pleasing to the eyes.

Obviously, this is a long-time smoker.

After the cigar was lit, he couldn't wait to take a deep breath, then closed his eyes and experienced it for a while before slowly spitting it out.

When he opened his eyes again, his whole eyes were already glowing.

"Hmm! There is a faint milky fragrance, and there is a hint of sweetness between the lips and teeth. This taste is so special. How should I say it?

It’s like the feeling of being in love! It’s great, I like it very much.”

After saying that, he turned to look at Mrs. Henderson beside him and said:

"I think we should organize a cigar tasting party the day after tomorrow, invite all our friends over, and introduce some friends to Fang Duo."

When Mrs. Henderson heard this, her eyes lit up and she said without hesitation:

"Well! If Fang Lang has no objection, I will arrange for someone to prepare immediately."

Fang Lang, who heard the conversation between the two, had no special feelings. He also had no objection to the friends who knew the Hendersons.

After all, with the identity of Fit Henderson, his friends will certainly not be simple, although it will not help his status in the Brazilian military community.

But maybe it can help Fangyuan Group or Global Group expand in Britain and its colonies.

"Of course I have no objection.

But this time I came here, I only brought some cigars as gifts, so if I want to organize a tasting party, I’m worried that there won’t be that many cigars.”

When Fit Henderson heard this, he waved his hands indifferently and said:

"It doesn't matter, I only invite some close friends, and the cigars you gave me are enough."

Seeing this, Fang Lang stopped refusing and said with a smile on his face:

"Then I am really grateful to Uncle Henderson. I will ask Good Luck Company to seize the time to arrange people to open a special Good Luck Cigar Store in London.

At that time, if you encounter any problems with the opening procedures, I hope Uncle Henderson can help."

(End of chapter)