Looking at Qi Qingshan who looked confused, Fang Lang smiled. He couldn't tell him that he was planning in advance for the upcoming peninsula war!
As for whether the other party is willing to work in Hong Kong, that is really a question.
After all, although Hong Kong is still very stable now, the offensive and defensive momentum of the war in the hometown is about to change. At this time, the British people in Hong Kong are in a state of instability. Who would be stupid enough to run away in such a dangerous situation at this time?
Where to work?
You must know that the British in history were ready to evacuate to Australia at any time. If my hometown hadn't left this window to the outside world, my hometown might have taken over this territory in one go.
However, it didn't matter to Fang Lang. This police officer Lugo Perrin was just a random move he had made on a whim. Even if there was no chance to realize it by then, he would not lose anything.
But in response to Qi Qingshan's question, he still chose to say something enigmatic:
"The encounters in life are very magical. Today he has a very good job, but who can say for sure whether there will be any changes after a period of time?"
Hearing this, Qi Qingshan's first reaction was that the boss might use some means against Officer Lugo Perrin. Otherwise, if others are doing their jobs well, what could happen to the dignified title of Chief Inspector of the London Police Department?
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However, he would not have any objections to this. After all, Fang Lang was his boss, and of course he would give his full support. Qi Qingshan, who had some concerns in his heart, nodded with a sinister smile and said:
"Yes, boss! I understand what you mean!"
Qi Qingshan's expression made Fang Lang slightly stunned, wondering if the other party had over-interpreted something, but he was noncommittal and just smiled casually.
There was no conversation all the way. Fang Lang's motorcade did not go home, but went directly to visit the British branch of Global Shipyard. Although there is no new shipbuilding plan in the UK, since Fang Lang visited the UK under this name,
He must complete the process in his official itinerary.
Originally, Fang Lang thought that since no one from the British Admiralty was accompanying him this time, the visit would be more casual. After all, he also had his own shares in this shipyard, so he could just treat it as the boss inspecting his own factory.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang Lang arrived at the gate of the factory, he saw Reinhardt already waiting for his arrival.
"Hey Reinhardt, why are you here?"
Reinhardt looked at the surprised Fang Lang, stepped forward and gave Fang Lang a big hug with a smile on his face, and lowered his voice and whispered in Fang Lang's ear:
"I know you are coming to visit the shipyard. Yesterday, my father asked the Navy to send a Titan to the shipyard for maintenance, so you know."
Hearing this, Fang Lang suddenly realized that Mr. Henderson had not given up and wanted to continue selling the British Giant-class aircraft carrier to the Brazilian Navy, even though Brazil's first aircraft carrier in history was indeed the Giant-class.
But now that the Brazilian Navy has a better Essex-class aircraft carrier, Fang Lang certainly looks down on this Giant-class aircraft carrier. After all, the Essex-class is an authentic first-class aircraft carrier, but the Giant-class is
A light aircraft carrier with performance between fleet aircraft carriers and escort aircraft carriers.
However, now that the other party has brought the aircraft carrier into the shipyard in the name of maintenance, and at the same time asked Reinhardt to come as a guide, the meaning is obvious.
Fang Lang can't help but give him this face.
He could only smile bitterly, shrugged at Reinhardt and said:
"I already contacted our Navy Department and Logistics Department yesterday. Now the Brazilian Navy really has no new aircraft carrier equipment plan, so."
Reinhardt seemed to have expected this, and said with an indifferent smile:
"You don't need to take it too seriously, just think of it as coming over for a visit, and we'll all be done with it.
I will go and tell my father where he is, but I guess he knows what he is doing, otherwise he would not have taken this action of sending it to the shipyard for you to visit in the name of maintenance."
Reinhardt's words dispelled some of Fang Lang's worries. He didn't want his father to take this matter too seriously with the mentality that there was a real possibility of a deal. It would not be good to affect the other party's prestige in the British Navy.
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"That's good. I'm afraid that your father will take this matter seriously and vigorously promote it in the Admiralty. Then it will be all in vain, which will affect his career."
Reinhardt clapped his hands and said nonchalantly:
"Don't worry! He is very shrewd! He will not express his position easily if he is not absolutely sure."
From Reinhardt's words, it can be seen that Admiral Fit Henderson is an old politician who never sees rabbits or hawks, and Fang Lang does not need to worry about him at all.
Fang Lang, who came to this conclusion, of course no longer had any scruples and said openly:
"Then you're welcome. I just happened to take the opportunity to see what special skills the British have in aircraft carrier construction."
Then Fang Lang's visit to the shipyard turned into a visit to the aircraft carrier. It has to be said that Britain, as a naval power, has its own unique ideas in the direction of manufacturing and design concepts for naval warships.
After comparing with his own aircraft carrier, Fang Lang found many advantages in the other party's aircraft carrier. Of course, there were also some shortcomings. These contents were recorded in detail by Fang Lang, and he planned to put them into practice after returning to Brazil.
The information was handed over to engineers at Fangyuan Shipyard for careful study.
The entire visit did not end until after five o'clock in the afternoon. After the visit, Fang Lang, accompanied by Reinhardt, came to the Henderson family's manor outside London again.
This time the manor was obviously much livelier than last time, and there were already many cars parked in the parking lot outside the manor.
"I thought it was just a small tasting salon, but I didn't expect Uncle Henderson to make such a big fuss."
As Fang Lang walked into the banquet hall, he whispered to Reinhardt next to him.
Reinhardt was obviously prepared for this situation and said to Fang Lang nonchalantly:
"Don't take it too seriously, this is just a party organized by my father in the name of a cigar tasting party. This kind of party will be held at least once a month whenever he is in London.
My mother is complaining about this now, because every dance requires a lot of money, the current economic environment is not good, and the financial pressure on the family is also very high."
Fang Lang looked at Reinhardt beside him blankly. Wasn't this kid trying to make trouble for his father? He was still very touched. Fit Henderson regarded the promotion of his company's cigars as a major event.
But now that I hear Reinhardt say this, I seem to be a little pretentious!
From what he said, it seems that the Henderson family's business has encountered difficulties now, otherwise Mrs. Henderson would not be disgusted with this kind of drinking party used to maintain personal relationships.
"It sounds like your business is really in trouble?"
Reinhardt really treated Fang Lang as a good brother, and had no intention of hiding anything about Fang Lang's problem. He continued to lower his voice as he walked inside:
"There is no business in Britain today that is not in trouble, otherwise my mother would not have asked you about Mr. Marshall's plan two days ago.
But I think they are too optimistic. Why should Americans spend large sums of money to support Britain's economic recovery?
They are not philanthropists, and even if their government is willing, their people will not agree!"
At this time, the two of them had already entered the lively reception scene. In the brightly lit banquet hall, gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and ladies in gorgeous clothes were walking around the banquet hall happily holding wine glasses.
Sure enough, it was not the same as the small cigar tasting party Fang Lang imagined.
Fang Lang looked at the fact that almost every gentleman was accompanied by a lady, and then looked at Reinhardt beside him. He felt a little awkward. This was not a sexual moment.
If I had known this, I should have brought Audrey Hepburn with me.
However, fortunately, he was not the protagonist of this banquet, so no one came up to talk to him intentionally, and he did not know the other people there.
Seeing that no one seemed to pay much attention to these two inconspicuous young men, he lowered his voice and said to Reinhardt:
"Of course Americans are not philanthropists, but who told you that aid is free? Haven't you heard that free is the most expensive?"
Many guests at the banquet obviously knew Reinhardt, so people kept raising glasses to him from a distance, but when they saw someone around him, no one came forward to talk.
While nodding to others, Reinhardt said to Fang Lang beside him in surprise:
"You mean, Americans will really pass such a European aid plan? Also, you said two days ago that the Morgan family and the Rockefeller family support this plan.
But I still don’t understand something.”
Obviously, Reinhardt is a soldier, and he is not familiar with many things in the economic field. For a while, he had a hard time understanding the tricks behind this kind of free assistance, so he didn't quite understand why Americans would do such a thing.
But now Fang Lang definitely can't tell him too much about these things. If it is spread, it may have a very negative impact on his future plans.
Just when Fang Lang wanted to change the topic, a tall, blond white girl walked towards Reinhardt gracefully. Reinhardt's eyes lit up when he saw her arrival, and he stopped talking.
"Christina, you're here!"
Reinhardt took two quick steps and left Fang Lang behind. He came to the white girl and gave her a face-to-face hug.
Seeing this scene, Fang Lang felt even more that he had made a mistake in not bringing Audrey Hepburn with him. Maybe later, everyone would have a female companion, but he had neither acquaintances nor a female companion.
I was so embarrassed that I could dig out two bedrooms and one living room with my toes.
Fortunately, Reinhardt did not abandon Fang Lang directly. Instead, he held the girl's waist and came to Fang Lang and introduced:
"Christina, let me introduce to you. This is my good brother Fang Lang. We fought together in the Atlantic Ocean, and he even saved my life."
This girl was obviously a well-educated aristocratic lady. After hearing Reinhardt's introduction, her face was full of smiles, and she generously extended her right hand to Fang Lang and said:
"Hello! Mr. Fang Lang, nice to meet you!
I have heard about you from Reinhardt for a long time, and today I finally met you in person, I am very honored!"
Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt, who was obviously much older than Christina, smiled and stretched out his hand to shake her hand gently:
"Hello! Miss Christina, nice to meet you too!
I didn't expect that the fiancée Reinhardt mentioned was such a young and beautiful girl. No wonder he is always secretive for fear that I will find out."
As he spoke, he let go of Christina's hand and said to Reinhardt:
"Brother, are you afraid that I will rob you?"
Reinhardt chuckled upon hearing this and said:
"Hey. Fang, you can't take my fiancée away. We are getting married next month."
"Oh! God! You are such a bastard. Christina looks like she is not yet an adult. How could you do this? Your behavior of an old cow eating young grass is really abominable."
Fang Lang pretended to be disgusted and said.
As Fang Lang said, this Miss Christina is indeed just an adult, and Reinhardt is obviously more than ten years older than her. When Fang Lang said this, Reinhardt also blushed.
"I'm just an old cow eating young grass. What can you do to me? Just be envious!"
Christina on the side also blushed a little at Fang Lang's words, and understood that Fang Lang was praising her for being young. But the girl was not overly shy, and continued to say calmly:
"Didn't Reinhardt say that Fang also has a girlfriend who has just grown up? Why didn't he bring her along to the banquet this time?"
Fang Lang's expression froze when he heard this, and he said with a deliberately sad face:
"I didn't expect that Reinhardt had even told you this. It seems that the chance for you to introduce me to my girlfriend is gone."
Then he shrugged awkwardly, touched his nose and said:
"I thought it was a small cigar tasting party, where a group of grown men gathered together to smoke and discuss the quality of the product. So, I never thought about bringing a female companion.
When I walked in, everyone was surrounded by beautiful ladies, but I was surrounded by a rough man like Reinhardt. I felt embarrassed just thinking about it.
Now even Reinhardt has a beautiful girl like you by his side, but I am still alone. I seriously doubt that this bastard Reinhardt did not tell me on purpose."
Fang Lang's words made Christina stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth and snickered.
Reinhardt, who was on the side, laughed indifferently upon seeing this and said:
"Haha. Okay, you're not here for the cocktail party, so I didn't remind you to bring your female companion.
The real cigar tasting is on the second floor, I’ll take you up there now! It’s really not a good place to bring a female companion.”
Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and finally understood what was going on. It seems that there are circles in the British upper class!
This kind of frequently held cocktail parties is obviously a platform for maintaining connections and having fun with everyone.
Real big shots do not have the habit of staying in this noisy and chaotic environment to communicate, but have another separate gathering place.
When Christina heard this, she looked at Fang Lang in surprise. He thought that Fang Lang was brought to the reception by Reinhardt because he was a friend of Reinhardt, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Fang Lang noticed the way Christina looked at him and smiled politely at her. Obviously, Reinhardt didn't tell her much about her situation.
Whether the Reinhardt family did not tell the other party their specific situation to protect their privacy or for other interests, there was no way that Fang Lang would take the initiative to tell the other party too much.
Therefore, he directly followed Reinhardt’s words and said:
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go up quickly! We can't keep Uncle Henderson waiting."
Fang Lang didn't like this kind of cocktail party. Even if he organized a cocktail party, he would only speak a few words, and mostly communicate with the corresponding people alone.
But European and American countries like to organize this kind of reception, so he inevitably has to take the initiative to integrate.
He was relieved to learn that the real cigar tasting meeting would be on the second floor. After all, he was really planning to let his tobacco company enter the British market.
If a good cigar tasting party turns into this kind of communication and drinking party, it would be too speechless.
After saying that, he directly pulled Reinhardt and continued to walk inside. As he walked, Reinhardt turned back to his fiancée and said:
"Christina, wait for me. I will take Fang Lang up first and then come down to accompany you."
After reaching the corner of the stairs, Fang Lang patted Reinhardt on the shoulder and said:
"You guys can do it! This fiancée looks pretty good!"
Reinhardt chuckled and said:
"Then, can my vision be bad?"
"By the way, shouldn't your families all have political marriages? Why can you find such a beautiful little girl?"
Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt and said with some confusion.
"The Christina family is also one of the British political families! His father is the current Commissioner of the London Police, and his grandfather once served as the Minister of the Interior."
After hearing Fang Lang's words, Reinhardt looked at Fang Lang with a matter-of-fact expression, as if he looked down on someone.
Hearing this, Fang Lang suddenly realized that this was the case. How could someone like Reinhardt have a marriage that was not a political marriage? But now it seems that Reinhardt is very satisfied with this marriage. This is very rare. Fang Lang
Lang also had to express his blessings for his good brother.
Following Reinhardt, the two arrived at a room on the second floor. Two young waiters in suits and ties stood at the door. When they saw the two arriving, the waiters nodded to Reinhardt.
He opened the door directly and made a gesture to invite in.