This time, Fang Lang invited Air Force Minister General Nero Mora to dinner in order to get to know several Air Force officers with strong backgrounds through his connections.

However, since I was not familiar with these people, it was obviously inappropriate to directly invite them to my home, so I chose to entertain them at the Navy Club.

The Navy Club is now considered his territory. The guests here have more or less met him, a powerful figure in the navy, and they all respect him very much. When they see him standing at the door waiting for guests, they take the initiative to come forward and greet him, and he also responds to everyone very politely one by one.

About five or six minutes later, five cars slowly stopped in front of the Navy Club. After the cars stopped, an immigration lieutenant officer quickly ran down from the passenger seat of each car, came to the left rear door and opened it.

Five middle-aged men in plain clothes slowly got out of the car. With just a glance, Fang Lang was sure that he had seen these people when he went to the Air Force Department last time.

Major General Nero Mora, who got off the first car, saw Fang Lang, who was also wearing casual clothes, standing on the steps of the club. He laughed and walked quickly towards Fang Lang and said:

"Haha...Brother Fang, long time no see!"

When Fang Lang saw that it was his guest who got off the car, he greeted him with a smile on his face and greeted him with a smile.

"Haha...long time no see, brother Mora! Judging from your expression, you seem to be having a very good time recently!"

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When General Nero Mora heard Fang Lang's words, he naturally understood that Fang Lang was asking whether his actions in the Air Force Department met expectations.

"Haha... It's all thanks to you, brother. I've been having a very comfortable time recently. So, when I heard you call me this time, I immediately turned down an important party and came here directly."

Hearing that the other party was living a happy life, Fang Lang smiled with satisfaction.

"Then I'm so honored!"

The two men laughed, and then General Nero Mora began to introduce the guests who came with him to Fang Lang.

"Brother Fang, this is our Air Force Chief of Staff Reinhard Gifford, whom you met last time at the Air Force Department."

Nero Mora pointed at a tall, handsome, black-haired white man who was less than 40 years old.

In fact, Fang Lang and the other party had met once before, but they only met in the conference room last time and did not have much communication, so the two were not familiar with each other. This was the first time they met in private.

"Colonel Gifford, it's great to see you again."

Colonel Reinhard Gifford was from the army and later served in the General Staff of the Wehrmacht. When the Air Force Ministry was established, he was directly transferred to the Air Force Ministry as Chief of Staff. This colonel who had never experienced war was able to easily obtain such a position, obviously because he had a very strong background.

Although he didn't know the reason why Fang Lang invited them to dinner through General Nero Mora, he was very clear about Fang Lang's status and identity. He certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity to make friends with such a powerful person.

"General Fang, it's an honor to receive your invitation."

The two sides shook hands and greeted each other very enthusiastically. Then General Nero Mora introduced three other senior officials of the Air Force to Fang Lang, namely Colonel Bucky Johnson of the Air Force Equipment Department, Colonel Dudley Ike of the Air Force Logistics Department, and the only training director with the rank of lieutenant colonel, Amadou Norton. Everyone chatted and laughed with each other and walked into the Navy Club.

These people were the first non-navy officers to come into the Navy Club after such a long time, so they naturally attracted the attention of many naval officers. After all, this club was not open to the public, and non-navy officers didn't even know that there was a Navy Club here.

Now that they had seen so many people, everyone couldn't help but start talking and guessing the identities of these people. Although the navy was relatively independent, many people had seen several senior officials of the Air Force Department, so someone quickly recognized the identities of several people.

Although the Air Force is still a new branch of the Brazilian Defense Force and its strength is not very strong, it is after all a unit of the same level as the Navy Department. Normally, the person who can communicate on an equal footing with the Minister of the Air Force should be the Minister of the Navy, General Crook.

But everyone could feel the close relationship between General Nero Mora and General Fang from the attitude of Air Force Minister General Nero Mora towards Fang Lang. This was obviously a very good personal friendship. This made everyone feel very surprised.

As guests, they of course also noticed the abnormality of other guests, and they all glanced at the guests here calmly.

Colonel Reinhard Gifford said directly:

"General Fang, this place is really nice. From what I can see, the guests here are all naval officers."

Fang Lang understood the other party's intention and admitted it directly without any concern:

“This is our naval club, and the customers who come here to consume are all our naval officers.

Don't worry, there is absolutely no need to worry about safety here, as there are soldiers from our Rio de Janeiro Naval Base stationed nearby."

"What? I'm surprised that your navy has such a luxurious officers' club. This manor should have a long history! Why have I never heard of the existence of this club before?"

Colonel Reinhard Gifford had no intention of avoiding Fang Lang when he saw him. He looked at Fang Lang with envy and eager eyes as he led everyone to open the door of a luxurious private room. He was a typical second-generation military man who had lived a privileged life since childhood. Joining the army was considered to be a completion of his family's experience.

But military life was not his true love. What he wanted more was a luxurious life and beautiful girls. That was why he unscrupulously used his network of connections to apply for funds from the Ministry of National Defense in the name of the Air Force Department, trying to find ways to take the funds for himself, and he did not care about the actual development of the Air Force at all.

This club, which obviously has a long history and luxurious decoration, is very much in line with his aesthetics and consumption needs. When he saw it for the first time, his first thought was that he would like to have such a manor one day.

When he entered, he found that this was actually a club, which meant that this was where naval officers went to eat, drink and have fun. He immediately became envious.

To be honest, the navies and air forces of European and American countries will more or less involuntarily develop a sense of superiority and look down on the army, which they call mud legs, even though the army's strength is often far greater than theirs.

Now that Colonel Reinhard Gifford saw that the Navy actually had such a club, he naturally felt envious and jealous.

"Our Navy Club just opened this year. If Colonel Gifford likes this kind of club, I can organize interested businesses to open an aviation club for you near your air force base!"

Fang Lang was certainly not speaking casually. It was not important whether this kind of officers' club made money or not. What was important was that he could place some intelligence personnel through this club and spy on some intelligence of the Air Force.

Moreover, he was talking about the Aviation Club, not the Air Force Club, which means that the naval aviation of his aircraft carrier fleet can also go to the club to spend money and play. This will bring the naval aviation and the Air Force closer together and avoid serious disagreements between the two sides due to their competitive relationship.

After saying that, Fang Lang smiled and motioned for everyone to take a seat in the restaurant's private room. There was a huge rotatable round table. Needless to say, the dishes Fang Lang was going to serve to his guests this time were Chinese food again.

Most people here were seeing this kind of dining table for the first time and were a little surprised.

Fang Lang's words also made several air force officers' eyes light up. If the Air Force could have such an aviation club, they could naturally visit it frequently.

"It's a pity that there are no luxurious manors with historical heritage like this one near our Air Force."

Colonel Dudley Eicke of the Air Force Logistics Department said with some regret.

The remaining few people also sighed. General Nero Mora knew that the business that the organization Fang Lang was talking about was interested in was probably their Fangyuan Group. In his opinion, this business could not make much money, and as a friend, the other party's proposal might also be to give him face.

He wanted to reject this proposal, but when he saw the expressions of his officers, he knew that if he really raised objections at this time, it might cause dissatisfaction among his officers.

Therefore, when he pulled out the chair and sat down, he secretly patted Fang Lang on the back, and when Fang Lang looked at him, he shook his head calmly.

Upon seeing this, Fang Lang understood what the other party meant. He laughed and patted the other party's arm, signaling him to sit down and feel at ease.

"The Air Force is a new branch of the military. We can definitely build a more modern club! If you are willing, please help us acquire a piece of land near the Air Force base and we can build a new one."

Seeing that Fang Lang seemed to have an idea and was still continuing to talk about this topic, Nero Mora smiled and continued:

"I think the area near the current Aviation Academy is pretty good!"

Nero Mora's proposal was quickly recognized by everyone. This aviation academy jointly run by the Air Force and the Navy was not far from the Rio de Janeiro Air Force Base. It had a beautiful environment and was very suitable for vacation and leisure.

Fang Lang smiled and said:

"No problem, then it's settled. When the club opens, I'll have someone invite everyone to attend the opening ceremony."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the private room. Several waiters pushed the food cart into the room, bowed slightly, and began to serve the dishes in an orderly manner.

These dishes were all Chinese seafood feasts that Fang Lang had prepared long ago. Whether the people present could accept the Chinese food he arranged, in addition to Fang Lang's promotion of Chinese food culture, was more importantly to test the reactions of everyone present.

He smiled and took the initiative to propose to build an aviation club for the Air Force. Although he had his own purpose, it might make these officers with strong backgrounds think that he was a bully. The Chinese meal he arranged without consulting them was another expression of his attitude.

If you want to make friends with him, you should take the initiative to try the meals he arranges. If you object to the meals he arranges and express too many of your own ideas, Fang Lang will not regard you as a friend.

Everyone was obviously surprised by the fact that the dishes were served directly on the table just after they sat down. This seemed to be different from the usual dining process, and there was no intention of asking for everyone's opinions, which made some people notice something strange.

There were also two people who seemed to be unaware and simply thought that the host had already prepared for it.

"Today, in order to entertain all the brothers in the Air Force, I have specially arranged for the club's Chinese chef to prepare a sumptuous seafood dinner for everyone. I hope you will enjoy it."

Then he pointed at the bottles of Nuerhong brand Shaoxing rice wine that the waiter placed on the table and said:

"This is the most popular rice wine in my hometown. I have no other intention in inviting you all here today, I just want to make friends with you all. If you are willing to make friends with someone from my side, we will not leave until we are drunk today."

Then he signaled to the waiter to start pouring wine for everyone.

The several air force officers at the table did not expect that General Fang, who always seemed very easy to talk to, would have such a domineering side. This meal looked simple, but it carried a layer of meaning in identifying friends and foes.

This was something no one had expected. Although their military ranks were not high, they were all from veteran military families in Brazil. The influence they possessed in the military, especially at the top of the military, was far beyond that of the recently rising Fang Lang.

Of course, everyone came here today to make friends with Fang Lang, but Fang Lang's current actions and the domineering attitude shown in these few words have exceeded everyone's expectations. It seems that those who obey will prosper and those who disobey will perish.

Especially the sentence that if you want to make friends with him, you must get drunk. If we interpret it a little bit, those who don’t get drunk today are those who don’t want to be friends with Fang Lang.

Each of these people represents their own interest groups. If the people behind them knew that they were making such obvious political statements outside, they might be punished when they return. For a moment, everyone hesitated and began to exchange glances unconsciously.

General Nero Mora also grasped the key point instantly, his eyes lit up, and he smiled as he picked up the wine glass in front of him and said:

"Haha...Brother Fang, we have been best friends for a long time! Now for our latest fighter jet project, we have to thank your Fangyuan Aircraft Company for its support!

It's really wrong that we didn't celebrate the conclusion of such an important cooperation. We can take this opportunity to get drunk."

When the people who were exchanging eye contact heard this, they instantly understood what General Nero Mora meant. Now their biggest source of income still depended on the support of the rear admiral in front of them.

If we don't get drunk today, we may not be able to continue to sit on the same boat. Everyone's eyes were fixed, and they realized that they actually had no other choice.

Colonel Dudley Ike of the Air Force Logistics Department, who had always seemed a little confused, and Lieutenant Colonel Amadou Norton, the Director of the Training Department, seemed to be unaware of it. They took the lead in following Nero Mora's footsteps and raised the wine glasses in front of them, saying carelessly:

"Yes! Yes! We have been good friends for a long time! We must not go home until we are drunk today."

"Yes, yes, we should have invited General Fang to celebrate. We won't go home until we are drunk today."

Upon hearing this, Colonel Reinhard Gifford, Chief of Staff of the Air Force, and Colonel Bucky Johnson of the Air Force Equipment Department exchanged glances again and quickly forced out a smile and said:

"General Mora is right. We have to thank General Fang for his support for our Air Force's new fighter jet project! We have been close friends for a long time. We must get drunk today. Haha..."

"That's right, that's right. General Fang and we are good friends and good brothers. If General Fang needs us for anything in the future, please tell us. We will do our best. Everyone must not leave until they are drunk tonight."