Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Fang Lang, who was far away in Genoa, Italy, had no idea that he just wanted to share the joy of meeting his good friends, but as a result, everything returned to the original starting point.

Just when Brazil, Britain and the United States were communicating and discussing, what was our classmate Fang Lang doing! Of course he was enjoying the blessings of being together!

On the third day after Fang Lang returned to Genoa, after handing over the prisoners, arranging the maintenance of the House and the new submarine, and arranging holidays for the crew, Fang Lang received a notice from the port sentry that someone was looking for him.<

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When Fang Lang arrived outside the military port, he saw a black Fiat car parked on the side of the road. Just when Fang Lang was wondering who was looking for him, the car door opened and two young and energetic girls jumped out.

It was Lilith and Weiwei'an who were the two little girls that Fang Lang longed for. When Fang Lang was hesitating to go up and hug the girl first, the two girls had already rushed into Fang Lang's arms.

He almost rushed Fang Lang to the ground. Feeling the soft and delicate bodies of the two girls, Fang Lang was so comfortable that he almost moaned. Two different fragrances came from your breath, and Fang Lang suddenly felt that he had no regrets in his life.

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The scene in front of him caused the American soldiers entering and leaving near the port to whistle non-stop, but Fang Lang seemed to have heard nothing.

Just quietly feeling the warm and fragrant nephrite in their arms, just as the three of them hugged in front of the military port regardless, Mr. Coburn, who got out of the driver's seat of the car parked on the roadside, really couldn't stand it anymore.
He honked the car horn to wake up Fang Lang from his gentle home. Looking at his father-in-law, who looked a little ugly, Fang Lang smiled awkwardly and politely and nodded.

Looking down at the two little girls who were still hugging him tightly and refusing to let go, Fang Lang reached out and slapped their buttocks respectively. The two screamed and jumped out of Fang Lang's arms.

Come out.

Looking at the girls with red faces and irritated faces, Fang Lang laughed and said:

"Lilith, Vivian, long time no see, I miss you so much!"

The two of them also smiled sweetly: "Fang, you are finally back, we miss you so much."

Just when the three of them were about to hug each other again, Mr. Coburn's angry voice came from beside them:

"Lilith, Vivian, get in the car quickly."

When Fang Lang heard his father-in-law's obviously dissatisfied voice, he didn't mind. He put his arms around their slender waists and walked towards Coburn's car.

He came to Coburn and called "Uncle."

He let the two girls into the back seat, reluctantly declined the girls' invitation to sit in the back seat together, opened the passenger door, and sat in.

Not sitting in the back is not because Fang Lang doesn't want to, nor because there is not enough space in the back of the car. He is really worried that Mr. Coburn will not be able to help but beat him. He doesn't think he has the strength to let his hands follow his command.

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It seems that it is very necessary for me to hire a special car driver, so that I can sit in the back seat with the girls and make love without any worries.

Fang Lang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and looked at the two girls he loved lovingly, without making a sound, but lovingly admiring the beautiful faces of the two girls with their beautiful smiles and the lingering clothes under their dresses.

Graceful figure.

It's not that Fang Lang has nothing to say, but the man next to him is the father of two girls, and some disgusting love words are obviously not suitable for him to learn.

After watching for a long time, the two girls had already been moved by his gaze, and when their faces became delicate and charming, Mr. Coburn's helpless tone came to their ears and he sighed:

"You guys go and have fun by yourself! I'm going back to work."

After saying that, he threw down the car keys, picked up his top hat, turned and left. It seemed that he really couldn't stand the strong hormonal smell emanating from these people.

After hearing Mr. Coburn's words, several people were stunned at first, and then their eyes began to light up.

Fang Lang was not polite, got out of the car and walked directly to the driver's seat, not forgetting to say to Mr. Coburn:

"Uncle, please be safe! Don't worry! I will take good care of them."

Mr. Coburn didn't even look back, just waved his hand and left directly.

Seeing that Mr. Coburn did not look back, Fang Lang turned into the cab without hesitation. When he turned around, he found that the two girls had already leaned over.

Fang Lang directly hugged the two girls and kissed them. As for who to kiss first, he actually didn't know who to kiss first. He would kiss whoever was close to him. Treating his own women differently would not be conducive to unity! That would be a dark world.

Fang Lang almost suffocated.

After a long time, the three calmed down before starting the car and starting to look for a restaurant where they could eat.

"Lilith, don't you have to go to work?"

"I resigned. The hospital was full of soldiers who had been withdrawn from the battlefield. They were like hungry wolves. They were too dangerous. So, my mother asked me to go home."

Fang Lang could imagine the scene Lilith was talking about, and couldn't help but admire his mother-in-law's foresight. American soldiers were not good men and women.

"That's good. My Lilith is so beautiful. It's a huge loss for me to be looked at by others. My mother-in-law is very considerate. It seems that I have to thank her properly."

Listening to Fang Lang's love words, Lilith said shyly:

"It's just too boring to stay at home. It's very chaotic outside now, and I don't know when it will return to normal."

He reached out and touched Lilith's delicate face and said:

"The war is over and life will get better soon. The last two years may still be difficult, but you don't have to worry. I have everything with you. My father-in-law and I will take good care of everyone. What about you, Vivian? No classes.

Is it done?"

Weiweian on the side smiled slightly and said:

"I took a leave of absence! But I will graduate soon. Is it okay if I want to continue studying in college?"

Hearing Wei Wei'an's words, Fang Lang smiled and said:

"Of course, I will be responsible for all your tuition fees. I wonder what school our Vivian has decided to apply for?"

In fact, most foreign girls are relatively independent and are less likely to spend men's money directly. However, Italy is a special situation now, with very poor economic conditions and a terrifyingly high unemployment rate.

Moreover, the current sisters have basically established a clear relationship with Fang Lang, and their parents are also supportive. Therefore, Fang Lang said that paying for the tuition will not make the two girls feel awkward.

Weiweian was very happy when she heard that Fang Lang supported her idea and was willing to express her support for his study. She said directly:

"I like beautiful clothes. I want to study fashion design at ESMOD, the Haute Couture School of Fashion in Paris, France. Is it okay?"

Vivian's words made Fang Lang stunned and said:

"Is there already a fashion school at this time? Comprehensive universities rarely offer this major, right? Is the school you mentioned good?"

This really can’t be blamed on Fang Lang, after all, men don’t know much about the clothing profession.

Of course, with the reform and opening up in China, garment making has become the industry with the lowest technical threshold among labor-intensive enterprises. Various small workshop-style garment factories have sprouted everywhere, and many professional schools related to fashion design have also begun to appear in China.
But in his previous life, Fang Lang had shipped a lot of clothes. He studied navigation and had a completely negative view of this industry! When he suddenly heard about such a school in the 1940s, he was immediately confused.

Hearing Fang Lang's words, Wei Weian's little mouth suddenly pouted and said dissatisfied:

"This is the world's first professional fashion design school. It was established in 1841. Up to now, it is the best fashion design school in the world."

Looking at the slightly pouted mouth, Fang Lang's mouth felt a little dry. After swallowing, he smiled and said:

"Wow! Our Vivian is really awesome. She knows more than me. It's just that I'm too ignorant. So be it! I fully support you. If you succeed in your studies, I will fund your stay in Paris, France.

Establish your own clothing brand."

The little girl who was pouting at first, when she heard that Fang Lang was actually willing to fund him to set up his own clothing brand, she immediately screamed in surprise:

"Fang, is it true? You are so kind, Mu. I love you so much."

Fang Lang's face immediately had a fiery red lip mark. Fang Lang smiled slightly and said:

"Of course it's true. How about naming this brand Vivian after you?"

"Ah! Sister, did you hear that? Vivian, I will have my own clothing brand soon."

Lilith looked at her sister who was holding her and shaking, and said with a helpless smile:

"Okay, I heard it. Vivian's brand clothing."

Then Lilith turned to the other side and said:

"Dear, is this really good? After all, Vivian is still so young."

"It doesn't matter. I believe Vivian will be able to succeed. I think Vivian's usual outfits are very beautiful. He must have a talent in this area."