There would be no problem meeting Chen Hongqing, and Qin Degui certainly would not object.

He nodded slightly excitedly.

Seeing this, Fang Lang said to Mayor Ewald Dursley, who was still busy eating:

"Mr. Mayor, I'd like to trouble you to help me choose a piece of land in downtown Natal that is suitable for opening a restaurant.

I want to invest in our Mr. Qin Degui to open a Chinese restaurant in Natal - Deyilou. "

Ewald Dursley certainly had no hesitation in responding to this small request, and he patted his chest and promised:

“No problem, Mr. Qin, you can come to the city government to see me tomorrow, and I will personally pick a good place for you.

When your restaurant opens, I'll go there to eat, and you must give me a discount."

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

...

...

After all, Qin Degui was a shopkeeper. Although he spoke Portuguese with a heavy accent, he was still able to clearly express his meaning.

“Mr. Mayor, please rest assured that if you come to eat, we will definitely give you the lowest discount.

When the business opens, please be sure to condescend to attend the opening ceremony."

Fang Lang laughed when he saw this:

"Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you, Qin Degui.

Remember to plan a larger location for the hotel, not directly facing the street, and reserve some parking lots.

Otherwise, when the mayor and city government officials come to dine, it would be bad if there wasn't even a place to park.

Also, I hope Deyi Building will be a Chinese-style building, and be built grandly enough.

For specific construction matters, please consult the group company’s construction company.”

"Okay, boss."

Qin Degui looked at Fang Lang with gratitude, and was very excited. His ancestral Deyi Building would soon be built in Brazil. He hoped to be worthy of his ancestors.

After finishing his meal, Fang Lang finally left the Daqing Spinning Mill with satisfaction.

Fang Lang returned to the naval base, patted his slightly bloated belly, and lay on his desk drinking the tea brewed by Qi Qingshan.

Taking stock of today’s harvest.

I was about to pick up the phone on the desk to discuss medical insurance with my father.

The phone on the desk rang first. Fang Lang laughed and picked up the phone casually.

"Hello! I'm Fang Lang."

A strange voice came from the phone, and said in a slightly respectful tone:

“Hello, General Fang! I am Orenz Rivian, the Senior Director of Investigations at the Ministry of Justice.

In charge of investigating the attack on you in Sao Paulo."

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows when he heard the other party's identity, and said calmly:

"Hello, is there any result in the investigation?"

The voice on the other side paused, and said with a hint of embarrassment:

"Uh! I'm very sorry, General Fang, we are still investigating and there is no clear result yet.

I am calling you today because the primary suspect, Mr. Sebastiao Hodges, has requested to see you."

Fang Lang was actually very clear about the progress and situation of the Judicial Bureau's investigation. Ever since one of the murderers, Sheriff Wolaway Geller, was shot dead by the killer, the investigation of the entire case has come to a standstill.

The Ministry of Justice screened all internal personnel and did not find any problems.

I also began to suspect that there were problems with the personnel in several other investigative agencies.

More time is spent investigating the mole than investigating the assassination case.

Fang Lang declined to comment on the Ministry of Justice's investigation team's approach.

Instead, Zhong Ze from Fangyuan Group's Investigation Department expressed to Fang Lang that he suspected a high-ranking figure in the Brazilian Ministry of Justice was involved in the assassination of Fang Lang. Even if he was not the direct instigator, he was an important participant.

Fang Lang actually did not agree with Zhong Ze's suspicion, because he had never dealt with people from the Ministry of Justice. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to offend people from the Ministry of Justice.

However, he couldn't help but question what happened after the Ministry of Justice's investigation team got involved, and his intuition told him that there must be a problem with the Ministry of Justice.

He did not directly deny Zhong Ze's statement that he would investigate the members of the Ministry of Justice's investigation team.

However, considering that if people from Fangyuan Group's investigation department were sent to investigate the staff of the national law enforcement agency, once they were discovered, the consequences could be very serious.

Therefore, they are only allowed to investigate on the periphery and not to go too deep to avoid being discovered.

Although Fang Lang could easily rescue them with his methods, it would easily give people a chance to criticize him, which would be detrimental to the future development of the Chinese community.

"Oh! Did Mr. Sebastiao Hodges say why he wanted to see me?"

Fang Lang's heart moved. So much time had passed that he could pass the information on before Mr. Sebastiao Hodges was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice.

But after being imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice, he had no way of contacting the outside world.

It seems that Mr. Sebastiao Hodges remembered some clues, but why was he unwilling to tell the investigation team of the Ministry of Justice directly?

Instead, he asked to see himself.

It seems that the clue that Mr. Sebastiao Hodges thought of is related to the Ministry of Justice!

Because now Sebastiao Hodges can only contact people from the Ministry of Justice. If he asks to see other people, the Ministry of Justice will definitely not agree.

The Ministry of Justice would not refuse unless it asked to meet the victim.

If the clues did not involve the Department of Justice, Sebastiao Hodges could have directly disclosed it to the Department of Justice without having to explain it to himself.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the call is actually a trap.

Because the Ministry of Justice was already a major suspect, and since the first assassination attempt failed, it was not surprising that they used Sebastiao Hodges's desire to see them as an excuse to create an assassination opportunity.

Fang Lang thought about it and then tried:

"Oh! Did you say a specific time to meet?"

The voice on the other end said without any hesitation:

“General Fang, you are busy with official duties, so you don’t need to take the suspect’s request for an audience too seriously.

It's no problem to come anytime.

If you don't have time to come, I can also help you directly reject his request for a meeting."

Fang Lang didn't hear anything suspicious in the other party's expression and tone.

"Okay then! Tell him I'm busy lately and I'll go to Sao Paulo to meet him when I have time."

“Okay, General Fang.

Then I won’t disturb your work for now.”

The other party seemed very polite.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Lang lay back in his office chair and began to recall carefully when and who he had a conflict with in the Ministry of Justice.

But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't find any ideas.

Just when Fang Lang was puzzled, the phone on the table rang again.

I couldn't help but feel strange. What happened this afternoon? People kept calling my office directly to look for me. How did they know that I would be in the office this afternoon?

After the phone rang three times, Fang Lang finally picked up the phone on the table.

"Hello! Hello! I'm Fang Lang."

Just after introducing himself, Fang Lang heard a hearty laugh coming from the phone.

"Haha... General Fang, I'm Nero Mora, I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Of course Fang Lang was familiar with this name. This was the Brazilian Air Force Minister who had just been promoted to the rank of major general like himself.

But the two had not met much before, and of course the origins of the ten pilots under his command had been automatically ignored. The only time they met was at the aircraft carrier commissioning party two days ago.

Why did you call me suddenly?

Could it be that they are targeting the plane in my hand?

Fang Lang immediately became alert.

“Haha…it’s General Nero Mora, nice to hear your voice.

I happen to be free at this time, please tell me if you have anything to say."

In response to this sudden phone call, Fang Lang chose to learn from foreigners and get straight to the point.

General Nero Mora was obviously not a person who liked to beat around the bush, so he spoke directly:

"Haha... General Fang, I wonder if you are free tonight. I would like to invite you to have dinner together."

This was beyond Fang Lang's expectations.

The day after the aircraft carrier commissioning dinner, almost all the guests who attended the banquet had left Natal.

I didn't expect that the other party would choose to meet Fang Lang at this time.

Could it be that the other party has not left Natal in the past two days? What is his purpose in meeting with me?

What has he been doing in Natal these days?

Fang Lang was full of doubts.

However, Fang Lang certainly would not refuse the Air Force Minister's initiative to make friends with him.

He agreed without hesitation:

“Of course.

But now that His Excellency the General has arrived in Natal, it is certainly up to me to do the job of hosting him.

If you don't mind, how about having dinner at my house tonight?"

Whether abroad or at home, inviting friends to your home is definitely more intimate than inviting clients to a restaurant for dinner.

Fang Lang is not married yet, so he lives in the officers' villa area of ​​the naval base.

Yes, it was because Fang Lang was not married that Fang Lang invited the other party to his home.

Otherwise, if they got married, Fang Lang would not be willing to let his wife take the guests to bathe according to Brazilian customs.

Nero Mora seemed very happy that Fang Lang invited him to his home. He laughed loudly and said:

"General Fang, thank you for your invitation.

See you tonight then."

"Haha... See you tonight, General Mora."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Lang notified Qi Qingshan and asked him to borrow two chefs from the Daqing Cotton Mill to cook two dishes for him.

To entertain Mr. Secretary of the Navy.

Fang Lang has now decided to entertain his guests with Chinese food in the future.

This will help promote Chinese food in the upper circles of the Brazilian military. As long as these bigwigs like Chinese food, "if the leaders say it's good, the people below will like it even better."

People below will definitely start to like Chinese food. This is a silent process of cultural output.

It was day and night, in Fang Lang’s officer villa at the Natal Naval Base.

"General Fang, I heard that your air force is very short of pilots!"

After enjoying Chinese food, Major General Nero Mora was sitting in a Kung Fu tea room specially set up by Fang Lang, drinking tea and chatting with Fang Lang.

Fang Lang was not in a hurry to answer the other party's question, but was adding olive charcoal to his small red clay stove.

A small copper kettle on the small stove was bubbling with steam.

After the water boiled, Fang Lang was seen fiddling with a set of purple clay tea sets on a huge tea table made of a whole piece of mahogany.

While casually saying:

"Haha... General Mora, you're asking even though you already know the answer.

Do you have any pilots in your air force who can support me?"

General Mora looked at Fang Lang's specially decorated Chinese-style teahouse with some curiosity.

Watch him use the freshly boiled water to wash the teacups.

I don’t know why, but I feel a special sense of ritual and unique charm that makes people relax unconsciously.

In response to Fang Lang's ridicule, he said without any concern:

"Haha... General Fang is joking.

You are familiar with the situation of our Air Force. Are there any pilots who can support you?

Everyone is well aware of the situation of your aircraft carrier filled with planes and your air force of only ten pilots."