Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 557 New Home in Rio de Janeiro

Author: Durian Shield

Chapter 557 New Home in Rio de Janeiro

While Fang Lang was lost in thought, Blackwell wisely did not continue speaking, but once again turned his attention to Sirio Leitch in the passenger seat.

What he was telling Fang Lang now could be considered internal secrets of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency. He was not worried that Silio Reich would go out and report that he had revealed this information to Fang Lang.

But he really wants to know how the other party will react after knowing the current situation of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, whether he will become restless, or be as confused about the future as he is.

Although Sirio Reich was sitting directly in front of him and he could not see the other person's expression from the front, he could vaguely see the expression on Sirio Reich's face through the rearview mirror on the right side of the vehicle.

The convoy passed through the streets of Rio de Janeiro, with pedestrians passing by in a hurry on the roadside from time to time. Blackwell's eyes turned from the street to the right rearview mirror outside the car window.

Sirio Leitch's expression was clearly visible. The confusion or anxiety that Blackwell imagined did not appear on the other person's face. The other person was still paying attention to the front of the vehicle with an expressionless face, as if he was always on alert.

He didn't seem to pay any attention to the conversation in the car, which made Blackwell look a little frustrated and a little curious.

In fact, he was not familiar with his subordinate. Although he recommended him to Fang Lang at first, it was just a coincidence. Sirio Reich happened to be the head of the Natal station of the Intelligence Agency at the time.

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Fang Lang wanted to understand the local situation in Natal, and the only candidate he could recommend to Fang Lang was this person. But now it seems that the webmaster of the Natal station is far from as simple as he thought.

Judging from the other party's current behavior and attitude towards the two of them, he has completely regarded himself as Fang Lang's subordinate, rather than his subordinate as the head of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

After observing Sirio Leitch's reaction for a while, Blairwell saw that Fang Lang was still deep in thought. He also leaned gently on the back of the car's seat and looked at the streets of Rio de Janeiro.

What he didn't notice was that when he moved his eyes away from the rearview mirror, Sirio Reich also looked at him behind him through the rearview mirror.

It turned out that when Blackwell was observing Sirio Leitch, he had already noticed the other person's observation, but he did not react in any way. Instead, he waited until his gaze moved away and then inadvertently looked through the rearview mirror.

glance at the other person.

How could Sirio Leitch, who was sitting in the same car, not hear Blackwell's words! But he didn't want to make any comments about it. He didn't know anything about this information, but he didn't care at all.

This situation.

Because he is no longer the former head of the Natal branch of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency. Now he is the section chief of the second section of the Logistics Office of the Rio de Janeiro Aircraft Carrier Battle Group, and is also Fang Lang's intelligence officer.

He knew very well that Fang Lang was different from all the Brazilian generals. He attached great importance to intelligence work. Looking at the current scale and strength of the Second Logistics Department, he would not worry about being unemployed at all.

As for Fang Lang's purpose of bringing him here this time, he was also very clear, which was to improve his status within the Brazilian Intelligence Agency. This showed that Fang Lang recognized his work very much and also believed that the current intelligence work was doing well.

It's not enough, we need to increase our efforts.

Therefore, he wanted to use the power of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency to expand his intelligence sources.

In this case, the problem Blackwell was worried about was not a problem at all in his opinion. As long as Fang Lang was willing, their Logistics Division 2 could take over the position of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency at any time. If he could continue to lead this intelligence agency

If so, he is confident that the current Second Logistics Department will be even stronger.

The three of them sat thoughtfully in the car, thinking about their own concerns without saying a word. The motorcade passed through the city of Rio de Janeiro and passed the naval base in Rio de Janeiro.

After driving for a while toward the Navy Club, we turned onto a trail and walked more than two hundred meters before arriving at a garden that was incompatible with the local Brazilian architectural style.

This is the home Fang Lang built for himself in Rio de Janeiro, a purely Chinese-style Suzhou garden. The buildings are built against the mountains, with white walls and blue tiles. Although it is a newly built garden, it looks quiet and simple.

The green water in the courtyard is winding, pavilions and pavilions are built near the water, the pool is surrounded by water, the green trees are shaded, and the stone peaks are lined with trees, which creates a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Everyone was a little stunned when they got out of the car and saw this garden. Even Fang Lang himself didn't expect that asking them to imitate Suzhou gardens and build him a garden here would actually shock him deeply.

At the entrance of the courtyard, there was already an old man in his sixties wearing a robe and a mandarin jacket, and six or seven middle-aged men and women dressed as servants were standing at the door to greet him.

Seeing the long motorcade stop, the heavily armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicle vigilantly and began to set up a defense line nearby. Everyone was too frightened to move.

Fang Lang smiled slightly when he saw this, took off his military cap and tucked it under his arm. He slowly stepped forward to the sixty-year-old man and nodded:

"Uncle Fu? I'm Fang Lang!"

After hearing Fang Lang's words, the sixty-year-old man in long robes and mandarin jacket let out a long breath. He raised his head and looked Fang Lang up and down carefully. After confirming that Fang Lang's appearance was exactly the same as the photo he saw, he slowly spoke.

road:

"Hello, young master! I am your butler, Uncle Fu, and welcome you home!"

When Fang Lang heard this, he couldn't help but frown. This title was not appropriate. He was not a wealthy landlord in a feudal society. He really couldn't get used to being called young master.

So, he said directly:

"I'm a soldier and don't like this kind of feudal title. You can call me Mr. Fang or General Fang, but don't call me Young Master. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fu bowed slightly to Fang Lang, nodded with a smile and said:

"I understand. From now on, we will call you Mr. Fang. Do you think that's okay?"

Hearing this, Fang Lang nodded noncommittally and said:

"Okay, this is my first time going home. I was supposed to have a good visit, but now I have guests here and I have something to talk about. You can take us to a tea room first, prepare tea sets and tea leaves, and we can chat while drinking.

You ask the kitchen to quickly prepare a table for food, and we will have lunch in the garden after we finish talking."

Uncle Fu obviously didn't expect that Fang Lang would act so resolutely. It was the first time he entered such a luxurious home, and he didn't even think of visiting it.

But thinking about what he learned about the other party's family background, he understood that although this garden was an unattainable dream for him, to the other party, it really was not a problem.

As the housekeeper of the family, this is the first time that Uncle Fu meets his master. At this time, he must perform exceptionally well, otherwise he will let such a powerful new boss in this foreign country thousands of miles away from home.

If he is not satisfied, he may end up living on the streets.

"Okay, Mr. Fang! Please come with me!"

Uncle Fu bowed slightly again, stretched out his left hand to point to the courtyard, and was ready to step forward to lead the way.

Silio Leitch, who had been standing next to Fang Lang at this time, saw the other party's actions and quickly stood up and said:

"Boss, although this is your home, for the sake of safety, let the guards go in to check and set up a guard post."

Because Fang Lang and Uncle Fu had been communicating in Chinese, everyone around them didn't know what they were talking about.

When he saw Fu Bo's gesture of pointing inside, Sirio Leitch immediately understood what the other party meant. Fang Lang did not bring Qi Qingshan with him this time, so the security work naturally fell on Sirio Leitch.

On the body.

As an intelligence officer, he would not trust anyone. Regardless of whether this was Fang Lang's home or not, as long as it was a place where Fang Lang wanted to enter, he must ensure absolute safety.

That's why I stood up at this time to ruin the scenery.

Fang Lang knew what the other party meant, and of course he would not refuse such a request arrogantly, so he turned to Uncle Fu and said:

"Let me take my guards in first to familiarize themselves with the home environment, set up security posts, and also arrange food and accommodation for them."

Although Fubo couldn't understand Silio Leitch's words, seeing his expression and hearing Fang Lang's words, he couldn't help but understand what he meant.

He quickly turned his head and nodded to the two middle-aged men standing aside who looked similar to farmers and said:

"Shuanzi, Shunzi, you two will bring the boss's guards in immediately to familiarize yourself with the situation in the courtyard."

When the two men, who had always been very reserved, saw that Uncle Fu had named them, they stepped forward and bowed to Fang Lang and others.

Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled and nodded at the two of them, and then motioned to Sirio Leitch to have someone follow them in.

Silio Reich waved to the guards behind him, and the guards immediately walked forward quickly and followed Shuanzi and Shunzi into the yard.

After passing through the side door made of thick mahogany, the crowd quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, and only the faint sound of footsteps could be heard inside.

Speaking of which, it was also in a hurry this time. Fang Lang arranged for Qi Qingshan to be responsible for other things and did not follow Fang Lang out. The security work could only fall on Sirio Leitch.

Obviously, Sirio Leitch was not as professional as Qi Qingshan in this regard. If Qi Qingshan was here, he would definitely plan Fang Lang's itinerary and make arrangements in advance.

There would be no situation where he would stand at the door waiting, and even the housekeeper of the garden would ask Fang Lang to introduce himself.

However, Fang Lang did not take this matter to heart. Silio Leitch had shown sufficient ability in intelligence work, and Fang Lang would not lower his evaluation of him because he was not familiar with these security tasks.

In Fang Lang's mind, loyalty always comes before ability.

Blackwell on the side obviously did not have the same awareness as Sirio Leitch. After he understood what Sirio Leitch meant, he couldn't help but look at the other party again in surprise.

Everyone did not wait at the door for a long time. After all the guards entered, Fang Lang directly raised his feet and prepared to follow behind. With his own intuition of danger, if there was really a problem, he would have noticed it long ago.

When Uncle Fu saw Fang Lang about to go in, he quickly took two steps forward and signaled Fang Lang not to follow them through the side door, but to take the middle door instead.

Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he was doing. He couldn't help but look up at the tall lintel of his garden again.

Fang Lang didn't know who was specifically responsible for designing this garden, but with his limited knowledge, he could tell at a glance that in ancient times, this kind of gate would never have been seen in the ordinary world.

The gate of his garden turned out to be five rooms with three openings, that is, it was five rooms wide and had three doors. Fang Lang had only seen this kind of specification at the gate of the palace in later generations.

In addition, there are two huge drum-shaped lions holding drum stones outside the door. This is a configuration only possessed by senior military officers in ancient times.

The door that Forbes is referring to at this moment should be called the middle door to be precise. According to the ancient rules, who can go through which door is clearly stipulated.

The middle door is only for the host or distinguished guests. That is to say, in TV dramas, when distinguished guests come to the house, those people will say, "Open the middle door to welcome the distinguished guests!" If a distinguished guest comes, and you let him use the side door, others will think so.

You are insulting him.

The servants at home are not even qualified to use the side door and can only enter and exit through the back door.

Under normal circumstances, it is normal to enter and exit through the side door. After all, if you marry a concubine at home, you can only use the side door.

From the fact that Uncle Fu asked Fang Lang to enter and exit through the front door, it can be seen that this old man should also be an old-school housekeeper. Fang Lang smiled noncommittally and didn't particularly care.

After all, we are now in modern society, and there is no need to care about these ancient etiquettes. However, if Uncle Fu insisted, he would not bother to argue with the other party.

Under the guidance of Forbes, he walked in through the tall middle door. Silio Leitch and Blackwell who followed him were even less aware of these rules.

After walking through the door, what caught his eye was not the garden or house that Fang Lang had imagined, but a huge rockery. Judging from the shape of the rocks in the rockery, it is very likely that these stones came from Taihu stones in his hometown.

Everyone followed Uncle Fu, walked through the long corridor, passed through two hanging flower doors, and came to a waterside pavilion.

Most of this water pavilion extends into a very irregularly shaped pond about the size of a football field. From this water pavilion, you can clearly see the pavilions and landscape around the pond, making it a good place to enjoy the scenery.

In the middle of the pond, several Taihu stones of different shapes are exposed out of the water, making the entire pond look a bit like the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.

Judging from the buildings he saw now, Fang Lang was very satisfied with the landscape of this garden.

In the middle of the water pavilion is not a traditional stone seat, but a huge mahogany tea table about two meters long and one meter wide.

Fang Lang and others stood at the waterside pavilion and admired the beautiful scenery of the garden for a while. Uncle Fu personally came over with two middle-aged women who looked like servants, carrying two exquisite wooden boxes.

After giving a slight salute to Fang Lang and others, they placed the wooden box on the stone ground, took out the tea sets inside one by one, and placed them neatly on the tea table. There were many types of tea sets, including

There are purple sand teapots and ceramic Sancai bowls.

Fang Lang casually picked up a tureen and inspected it, and found that it was an object from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The entire tureen was as clear as white jade, and the blue and white landscape paintings on it were lifelike. The wall of the wrist was as thin as cicada wings. When he tapped it with his fingertips, something like

The crisp sound of jade beads falling onto the plate.

It was a good tea set, and Fang Lang couldn't put it down immediately. He held it in his hand and played with it for a while.

Then he picked up the purple clay pot on the side and inspected it. He saw that the pot had a plain surface with no decoration, the clay was light brown, the shape of the pot was upright and steady, silent and not vulgar, and it looked like a return to nature.

Fang Lang didn't feel anything precious about it. When he turned over the pot to check the balance, he found that the words "Made by Wanli Jiyoushi Dabin" were engraved on the bottom of the pot.

Although Fang Lang didn't know who Shi Dabin was, he still knew very well when Wanli was.

Needless to say, these tea sets are all rare antiques. Even Fang Lang couldn't help but secretly smack his lips, feeling a bit luxurious.

(End of chapter)