Looking at Qi Qingshan who was puzzled, Fang Lang smiled. He couldn't tell him that he was making preparations for the upcoming Peninsula War!

As for whether the other party is willing to work in Hong Kong, that is indeed a problem.

After all, although Hong Kong is still very stable now, the offensive and defensive situation of the war in my hometown is about to change. The British in Hong Kong are in a state of instability at this time. Who would be stupid enough to go to such a dangerous place to work at this time?

You have to know that in history, the British were ready to withdraw to Australia at any time. If it weren't for their hometown's desire to keep this window to the outside world, they might have really swallowed up this land in one gulp.

However, to Fang Lang, none of this mattered. Officer Lugo Perrin was just a casual move that he had come up with on a whim. Even if he didn't have the chance to realize it, he wouldn't suffer any loss.

But in response to Qi Qingshan's question, he chose to say something profound:

"Life encounters are very magical. Today he has a good job, but who can say for sure whether there will be any changes after a period of time?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Qingshan's first reaction was that his boss might use some means against Officer Lugo Perrin. Otherwise, he was doing his job well, so what could happen to the dignified Chief Inspector of the London Police?

However, he would not have any objection to this. After all, Fang Lang was his boss, so of course he would give his full support. Qi Qingshan, who had a plan in mind, smiled slightly sinisterly and nodded:

...

...

"Yes, Boss! I understand what you mean!"

Qi Qingshan's expression made Fang Lang slightly stunned. He didn't understand whether the other party had over-interpreted something. He didn't comment on it, but just smiled indifferently.

There was no conversation along the way. Fang Lang's convoy did not go home, but went directly to the British branch of Global Shipyard for a visit. Although there was no new shipbuilding plan in the UK at present, since Fang Lang went to the UK for inspection under this name, he had to complete the process in his official itinerary.

Fang Lang originally thought that since there were no people from the British Admiralty accompanying him this time, the tour would be more casual. After all, he also had shares in this shipyard, so he could just treat it as a boss inspecting his own factory.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang Lang arrived at the factory gate, he saw Reinhardt already waiting for him.

"Hey... Reinhardt, why are you here?"

Reinhardt looked at Fang Lang, who was surprised, and walked over with a smile on his face, gave Fang Lang a big hug, and whispered in Fang Lang's ear in a low voice:

"Knowing that you were coming to visit the shipyard, my father asked the navy to send a Titan to the shipyard for inspection yesterday, so, you know..."

Hearing this, Fang Lang suddenly realized that Mr. Henderson was not giving up and wanted to continue selling the British Titan-class aircraft carrier to the Brazilian Navy, even though Brazil's first aircraft carrier in history was indeed a Titan-class aircraft carrier.

But now the Brazilian Navy already has the better Essex-class aircraft carrier. Fang Lang certainly looks down on this Giant-class aircraft carrier. After all, the Essex-class is a genuine 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 the other party has driven the aircraft carrier into the shipyard in the name of maintenance, and asked Reinhardt to act as a guide. The meaning is obvious.

Fang Lang had no choice but to give this face.

He could only smile bitterly and shrugged at Reinhardt:

"I have already contacted our Navy Department and Logistics Department yesterday. The Brazilian Navy really has no plans to equip new aircraft carriers, so..."

Reinhardt seemed to have anticipated this and said with a nonchalant smile:

"You don't have to take it too seriously. Just think of it as a visit. We'll just do our job and that's it.

I won't tell my father about this, but I think he knows what's going on, otherwise he wouldn't send it to the shipyard under the pretext of an inspection for you to see."

Reinhardt's words dispelled some of Fang Lang's concerns. He didn't want his father to take the matter too seriously, thinking that there was a real possibility of a deal. That would affect the other party's prestige in the British Navy.

"That's good. I was just afraid that your father would take this matter seriously and push for it in the Navy Department. If that happens, it would be all in vain and affect his career."

Reinhardt clapped his hands nonchalantly and said:

"Don't worry! He's smart! He won't make a statement easily unless he's absolutely sure."

From Reinhardt's words, it can be seen that Admiral Fit Henderson is an old politician who will not act until he sees the rabbit. Fang Lang does not need to worry about him at all.

After coming to this conclusion, Fang Lang naturally had no more scruples and said openly:

"Then I won't be polite. I'll take this opportunity to see what special skills you British people have in aircraft carrier construction."

Then Fang Lang's shipyard visit turned into an aircraft carrier visit. It has to be said that as a naval power, Britain has its own unique ideas in the manufacturing and design concepts of naval warships.

After comparing it with his own aircraft carrier, Fang Lang found many advantages of the opponent's aircraft carrier. Of course, there were also some disadvantages. These contents were recorded in detail by Fang Lang. After returning to Brazil, he planned to hand over the information to the engineers of Fangyuan Shipyard for careful study.

The entire visit did not end until after five in the afternoon. After the visit, Fang Lang, accompanied by Reinhardt, went directly to the Henderson family's estate on the outskirts of London.

This time the manor was obviously much more lively than last time, and there were already quite a few 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 beside him.

Reinhardt was obviously prepared for this situation, and said to Fang Lang nonchalantly:

"Don't take it too seriously, it's just a party my father organized under the name of a cigar tasting. He holds this kind of party at least once a month when he is in London.

My mother is complaining about this now, because every dance party costs a lot of money, and the current economic environment is not good, and the financial pressure on the family is also very great. "

Fang Lang looked at Reinhardt beside him in a daze. Wasn't this kid trying to sabotage his father? He was very touched. Fit Henderson treated the promotion of his company's cigars as a big deal.

But now after hearing what Reinhardt said, it seemed like I was being a little too self-indulgent!

From what he said, it seemed that the Henderson family's business was in trouble now, otherwise Mrs. Henderson would not be disgusted by this kind of drinking party used to maintain personal connections.

"From what you said, it seems that your family's business has really encountered some troubles?"

Reinhardt really treated Fang Lang as a good brother. He had no intention of hiding anything from Fang Lang. He walked inside while continuing to lower his voice and said:

“There is no business in England today that is not in trouble, otherwise my mother would not have asked you about Mr. Marshall’s plan the other day.

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. Even if their government is willing, their people will not agree!"

At this time, the two of them had already walked into the lively cocktail party. In the brightly lit banquet hall, gentlemen in suits and ladies in gorgeous clothes were walking around the banquet hall with wine glasses in their hands, excitedly.

Sure enough, it was not the small cigar tasting event that Fang Lang had imagined.

Fang Lang looked at the men and saw that almost every gentleman was accompanied by a lady. Then he looked at Reinhardt beside him and felt a little awkward. This was not a gay moment.

If I had known this, I should have brought Audrey Hepburn along.

Fortunately, he was not the protagonist of this banquet, so no one came up to him to talk to him, and he didn't know the other people there.

Seeing that the crowd didn't seem to pay much attention to these two inconspicuous young men, he lowered his voice and said to Reinhardt:

"Americans are certainly 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 some people kept raising their glasses to him from a distance, but when they saw that there were people next to him, no one came forward to talk to him.

Reinhardt nodded to others and said to Fang Lang beside him with some surprise:

"You mean, will the Americans really approve such a European aid plan? Yes, you said a few days ago that the Morgan family and the Rockefeller family support this plan.

But I still don’t understand something…”

Obviously, Reinhardt was a soldier and was not familiar with many things in the economic field. He found it difficult to understand the tricks behind this kind of free aid for a while, so he didn't quite understand why Americans would do such a thing.

But Fang Lang certainly couldn't tell him too much about these things now. If they were spread out, it might have a very adverse impact on his future plans.

Just when Fang Lang wanted to change the subject, a tall, blonde white girl walked towards Reinhardt with ease. Reinhardt's eyes lit up when he saw her coming and he stopped talking about the subject.

"Christina, you're here!"

Reinhardt took two quick steps and left Fang Lang behind, then came to the white girl and gave her a close hug.

Seeing this, Fang Lang felt even more that he had miscalculated by not bringing Audrey Hepburn with him. What might happen next is that everyone will have a female companion, and he will be the only one who has neither an acquaintance nor a female companion.

It's so embarrassing that I can dig out a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with my toes.

Fortunately, Reinhardt did not abandon Fang Lang directly because of the beauty. Instead, he put his arm around the girl's waist and came to Fang Lang to introduce her:

"Christina, let me introduce 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 noble lady. After hearing Reinhardt's introduction, she smiled and generously extended her right hand to Fang Lang and said:

"Hello! Mr. Fang Lang, nice to meet you!

I've heard of you from Reinhardt for a long time, and today I finally got to meet you in person. It's an honor!"

Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt, who was obviously much older than Christina, and smiled as he stretched out his hand and shook it gently.

"Hello! Miss Christina, I'm glad to see you too!

I didn't expect that the fiancée that Reinhardt mentioned was such a young and beautiful girl. No wonder he always hides it for fear that I would know. "

As he let go of Christina's hand, he said to Reinhardt:

"Brother, are you afraid that I will snatch it from you?"

Reinhardt laughed and said:

"Hehe... Fang, you can't take my fiancée away. We're getting married next month."

"Oh my God! You are such a bastard. Christina doesn't even look like an adult. How could you have the heart to do that to her? Your behavior of taking advantage of a young girl is really abominable."

Fang Lang pretended to be disgusted.

Just as Fang Lang said, this Miss Christina had indeed just reached adulthood, and Reinhardt was obviously more than ten years older than her. After hearing what Fang Lang said, Reinhardt's face turned red.

"I am just an old cow eating young grass, what can you do to me? Just envy me!"

Christina, who was standing by, also blushed a little at Fang Lang's words, and understood that Fang Lang was praising her for her youth. But the girl was not overly shy, and continued to speak generously:

"Didn't Reinhardt say that Fang also had a girlfriend who had just come of age? Why didn't he bring her to the party this time?"

Fang Lang's expression froze when he heard this, and he deliberately said with a sad face:

"I didn't expect Reinhardt would even tell you this. It seems like there's no chance for you to introduce me to a girlfriend."

Then he shrugged awkwardly, touched his nose and said:

"I thought it was a small cigar tasting event, where a group of men would get together to smoke and discuss the quality of the products. So I never thought about bringing a female companion.

When I entered the door, everyone was surrounded by beautiful ladies, but I was surrounded by a rough old man named 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 suspect that this bastard Reinhardt deliberately didn't tell me. "

Fang Lang's words made Christina stunned at first, and then she covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

Reinhardt on the side laughed and said:

“Haha…Okay Fang, you’re not here for the cocktail party, so I didn’t remind you to bring a female companion.

The real cigar tasting will be on the second floor. I'll take you up there now! It's 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 also circles in the British upper class!

These frequently held cocktail parties are obviously a platform for maintaining personal connections and having fun with everyone.

The real big shots don't have the habit of staying in this noisy and chaotic environment to communicate, but have another separate gathering place.

Christina looked at Fang Lang in surprise when she heard this. She thought Fang Lang was brought to the cocktail party by Reinhardt because he was Reinhardt's friend, but now it seems that is not the case.

Fang Lang noticed the way Christina looked at him and smiled politely at her. Obviously, Reinhardt didn't tell her too much about himself.

Regardless of whether the Reinhardt family did not tell the other party their specific situation in order to protect their privacy or for other interests, it was impossible for Fang Lang to take the initiative to tell the other party too much.

So, I continued with Reinhardt's words:

"What are we waiting for? Let's go up quickly! We can't keep Uncle Henderson waiting for too long."

Fang Lang didn't like this kind of cocktail party occasions. Even if he organized a cocktail party himself, he would just say a few words at most, and most of the time he would communicate with the corresponding people alone.

But European and American countries like to organize such cocktail parties, and he inevitably has to take the initiative to integrate into them.

He was relieved to learn that the real cigar tasting session was on the second floor. After all, he was really planning to let his tobacco company enter the British market.

It would be really speechless if a good cigar tasting event turned into this kind of communication party.

After saying that, he directly pulled Reinhardt to continue walking inside. Reinhardt turned back and said to his fiancée as he walked:

"Christina, wait for me. I'll 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're great, kid! Your fiancée is pretty good looking!"

Reinhardt chuckled and said:

"That is, can my vision be bad?"

"Speaking of which, aren't all your families supposed to have political marriages? How did you manage to find such a beautiful girl?"

Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt and said with some confusion.

"The Christina family is also one of the political families in the UK! His father is the current London Police Commissioner, and his grandfather once served as Home Secretary."

Hearing Fang Lang's words, Reinhardt looked at Fang Lang as if it was a matter of course, with an expression as if he was looking 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, which is very rare. Fang Lang had to express his blessing to his good brother.

Following Reinhardt, the two came to a room on the second floor. Two young waiters in suits stood at the door. When they saw the two arrive, the waiters nodded to Reinhardt.

He opened the door and gestured for someone to come in.