Fang Lang was not in the mood to argue with that guy over and over again, so he went straight to the point:
"What I mean is that since he has become popular, he wants to see if he can send me into the current government through his connections after obtaining the amnesty order. Is that wrong?"
Seeing Chong Guangkui's face stagnant, a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face, but Fang Lang didn't want to care too much about his feelings, nor was he willing to waste time with him, so he continued without hesitation:
"To be honest, I am an old politician and I should not do such stupid things. The current political arena in Japan is not that good as the Liberal Party. If you want to enter politics, the first thing you need to do is choose a suitable political party.
, instead of thinking about entering politics directly.
Yes, with his strength, he can easily insert me into this government, but what about taking over? Without the support of the political party, how long can I stay in that position?
Therefore, he feels that what I want to do now is not to rush into the whirlpool of the government, but to think clearly about my future path.
If I can really realize that the war of aggression launched by Japan in the past month was a wrong war, then I should ask all countries to see my sincerity.
Once I show enough sincerity to satisfy them, they will give me their support. If I can put forward a constructive platform, it will not be difficult to form a new political party outside the Liberal Party.
I hope that my program and my actions can satisfy them, and if they can give them enough benefits, let them give me their full support, even if they send me to the position of Prime Minister of Japan, it will not be difficult.
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Do I understand what he means? The premise of all things is that I can show enough value and give them real benefits.
If I do nothing but ask for something, then he can tell me very clearly that I will get nothing."
Does Chong Guangkui really not understand that truth? In fact, he knows it clearly in his heart, otherwise why would he become the foreign minister of Yueben? The reason why he behaved so poorly in front of Fang Lang is because he saw Fang Lang's
I am young and my personality appears to be greedy and impulsive, so I deliberately show weakness to make myself appear ignorant and harmless.
Hoping to get more support and get more benefits from Fang Lang, Fang Lang has been testing his purpose to see what he wants. At the same time, he also wants to take advantage of the opportunity to get more benefits.
Tomorrow's meeting can be regarded as the last test between the two of them. If Shigemitsu Aoi can't get more benefits from Fang Lang in advance, he can follow Fang Lang's path to Dingdong.
Come and go.
Unless he finds a better way. But the current situation is not that the path Fang Lang gave him is the best way to go.
Fang Lang would never give him the chance to take other paths. With the military contracting company in Emperor's Whip Company, their options will become less and less, because Fang Lang will slowly compress their options.
The activity space of war criminals.
Qiu Mo followed his request and chose to become a capitulator of Yue Ben, completely letting go of his former glory, admitting his mistakes to the whole world, and governing in his own interests.
Please wait until Fang Lang takes shape in Yueben and quietly disappears into that unknown smelly ditch. Please know, after Fang Lang completely controls Yueben’s military and police, the entire Yueben will disappear again.
No one can stop his revenge.
Even if it is known that a former war criminal high-ranking official died under mysterious circumstances, no one dares to raise any suspicion because the police investigation will tell me whether it was an accident and ensure that all the evidence chains are very complete. No matter who
I came to investigate and couldn't find anything wrong.
Seeing that Fang Lang was no longer covering up and directly expressed his inner thoughts, Shigemitsu Aoi also understood that there was no other way to go. He endured the humiliation and once again wronged the young Brazilian rear admiral.
Bowed and said:
"General Ge Dong, your intention is clear to him! When I come to meet Dong, he will let me see his determination."
Fang Lang casually picked up a towel and wiped his mouth, then slowly stood up from behind the dining table. Before Chongguang Kui stood up, he patted Fang Fang on the shoulder with his leg and said:
"I don't have much time, so this is my last chance. If I can't satisfy him, then I'll pretend they have never met!"
After saying that, he threw the towel he had just wiped his mouth on the wrong person's shoulder and strode out.
Both of them knew very well that what Fang Lang said was not referring to the quantity and quality of the cultural relics delivered to the dock three days later. If Fang Lang could not be satisfied, Shigemitsu Kui would lose the chance to obtain an amnesty order from Fang Lang.
That was something Chongmitsu Kui was absolutely unwilling to bear, so at this moment, he didn't care at all. Fang Lang threw the towel he had just wiped his mouth down with his legs, feeling humiliated, and instead, he directly started thinking about what to do.
Only then can we satisfy that greedy guy Fang Lang.
It wasn't until Fang Lang walked out of the door of the izakaya and the car horn rang as he left, that he came back from his thoughts. Turning around, he saw the owner and his wife of the izakaya standing behind the bar and looking at him, as if hesitating to ask for help.
Buqiu reminded him that the wrong party had already left.
Reluctantly, his former partner showed a smile, swung his legs to indicate that he didn't need to worry about him, then walked back to the dining table, and started drinking by himself with the unfinished food and wine on the table.
The male owner of the izakaya seemed to want to say something in front of him, but the woman beside him grabbed him and shook his head, indicating that he wanted to be quiet now and not to disturb him.
Seeing this, the man took a deep look at the once arrogant old man and shook his head silently.
After leaving the izakaya, Fang Lang went directly to the Global Morgan Bank Building in Yueben, where he met with the heads of the Universal Group and Fangyuan Group branches in Yueben, and learned about their current situation in Yueben, and what they knew about them.
Further requests were made.
Then he asked the president of the bank, the CEO of the Japanese branch of Universal Group, and the CEO of the Japanese branch of Fangyuan Group to visit Mr. Alexander Dodge, the U.S. Economic Advisor in Japan, on his behalf.
Because Global Morgan Bank has shares in the Morgan Consortium, Fang Lang is not worried at all that the economic consultant will make things difficult for Fang Lang's investment projects in Japan.
And based on the communication last night, Fang Lang also decided to share some monthly benefits with the other party appropriately to increase the other party's enthusiasm for doing things for him. Due to the specific communication with Jie Donglai, Fang Lang completely delegated power to his subordinates.
He went to discuss the details with Dong's people, and after explaining the relevant matters, he went directly back to his hometown and returned to the naval base.
Another day passed, and snowflakes began to drift in the sky starting last night. When Fang Lang got up early tomorrow morning, the entire U.S. naval base in Japan was already covered by a thick red snow.
Fang Lang, who lived in the officer's dormitory of the naval base, was awakened by the playing of officers and soldiers in the east building. He opened the curtains and looked out, and saw a group of Brazilian Navy soldiers playing in the playground that had just turned snow.
The guy behaves like a child, so you can tell that these people have never seen Dongxuetian's recruits before, and they can still feel fresh after so many days.
He stood in front of the window for a while and watched the playfulness of his subjects, which made him feel a little more relaxed. Just when he was about to turn around and wash up, the phone beside his bed suddenly rang.
Fortunately, he had woken up naturally, otherwise it would not have been a pleasant experience to be woken up by a phone call early in the morning. He walked briskly and put the phone on his leg. As he walked back to the window, he used his free right leg to talk casually.
He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear and said:
"Boss! This is Joseph Clark. Dougie Boyd is here. When is it convenient for you to see him?"
Fang Lang exclaimed slightly in surprise:
"So fast?"
"No, he boarded a US military transport plane that took off from the West Coast of the United States. They came directly to find him as soon as they arrived in Tokyo."
Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his left leg, glanced at the time on his leg watch, and thought for a moment:
"He just got up! Let's do that! I'll take him over to the naval base, and they can have breakfast together and talk!"
"Okay, boss! They're leaving now, they'll be there in twenty minutes!"
"Then he is waiting for us in the officers' mess on the third floor."
Fang Lang, who had been staying at the Yokosuka Naval Base in Japan for many days, did not regard himself as a guest at all. Not only did he eat and live there every day, but he also chose to entertain his friends directly at the base.
No, he didn't want to go to Yokohama and Tokyo, which were not far away, but they had already been there for a long time. If nothing else happened, they would be ready to leave for the port city early the day after tomorrow.
Moreover, the matter they were seeking to discuss that time was not related to the establishment of a branch of the Imperial Whip Military Contracting Company. The conversation was more concealed in a US military base.
When Fang Lang finished washing up, changed into a clean military uniform, and walked into the naval officers' mess on the third floor where they were located, Joseph Clark and the former U.S. Army Lieutenant General named Dorje Boyd were already at the door of the mess.
Wait for him.
There was an old red man with reddish hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses who looked more like a scholar than a soldier. Because red people generally age earlier, Fang Lang didn't dare to do it for a while.
The real age of the wrong party is determined, but based on intuition, it should be between sixty and sixty-five years old.
Of course, that guy has rosy skin and a clean beard, which shows that he pays great attention to body maintenance. He is also very attractive when he is older.
As for whether it is appropriate to serve as the general manager of Yueben Branch at such an old age, Fang Lang doesn't care. How many young people can get into the position of lieutenant general in the US military? He thinks everyone is like him.
Is it the same as hacking and upgrading?
The older that kind of person is, the richer their experience, and the wider their network of contacts, the more comfortable they will be in their future work.
"Boss, then deny what he told you about Lieutenant General Dougie Boyd!"
Fang Lang raised his leg in the wrong direction, casually performed a military salute, and then stretched out his right leg in the wrong direction.
When Dolphin Boyd introduced him to his boss, he had already stretched out his right leg, held Fang Lang tightly, and shook both legs vigorously.
"Boss, nice to meet you! He's Dorje Boyd!"
Although Fang Fang is not young and looks more like a scholar than a soldier, he is very strong when holding his legs. The palms of his legs are not as smooth as Fang Lang imagined. At least the touch from the tiger's mouth can still be seen.
The wrong party must often touch the gun, which surprised Fang Lang.
He smiled and nodded politely and said:
"I've heard Mr. Clark talk about you a long time ago. He admires your ability very much. When he was selecting the general manager of our branch, you were the first thing he thought of.
Now that he saw you at the first sight, he knew clearly that Mr. Clark did not lie to him, you are indeed an excellent soldier."
The sedan chair was carried by everyone. The man in front of him, Dougie Boyd, had once been a lieutenant general in the U.S. Army, and his status in the army was obviously higher than that of Joseph Clark. He wanted to protect Joseph, the CEO of the Emperor's Whip Military Contracting Company.
Of course, Fang Lang wanted to give Joseph Clark enough face.
Therefore, I directly praised the lieutenant general of the army, hoping that he would be grateful for being in office tomorrow and avoid unnecessary wrangling in future work.