During breakfast, the two sides reached a consensus in a friendly and warm atmosphere. Blackwell and their director would provide $100,000 in activity funds to allow these people with connections to help with activities in the General Staff.

The former director was transferred to the General Staff Office to serve as a less important director position, while Blackwell became the new director of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency.

It has to be said that these guys really do their job when they receive the money, and they are very efficient. After Fang Lang finished breakfast with everyone and informed Blackwell of the situation, Blackwell and the director handed over $100,000 to Colonel Reinhard Gifford at noon that day.

It turned out that the director's wish of transfer, which he had been trying to fulfill for nearly a month, was realized in just three days. This made the director look at Blackwell with admiration, and he was even more grateful to Blackwell's good friend General Fang Lang.

On the afternoon of the day the director was transferred, Blackwell was appointed as the new director of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, and Blackwell's original head of the counterintelligence department was replaced by an officer named Cirio Recchi.

At this point, Fang Lang completed the first step of his layout in the Intelligence Bureau.

"Boss, after my investigation at the intelligence agency this week, I found that the situation in the Brazilian intelligence agency is very chaotic, with too many people and no one is in the mood to work.

We can’t go on like this, we should take some action.”

A week after taking office as the head of the counterintelligence department, Cirio Recchi could not wait to visit Fang Lang's Suzhou Garden in Rio de Janeiro and proposed to Fang Lang his idea of ​​reorganizing the intelligence agency.

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Fang Lang was practicing calligraphy in the study room in the garden in an elegant manner. A young Chinese woman with a gentle temperament and a graceful figure was quietly grinding ink for Fang Lang. If you ignore the horrible handwriting on the rice paper that looked like chicken claws crawling on it, this would be a perfect picture of a beautiful woman adding fragrance to her love.

Unfortunately, Sirio Reci, who was standing opposite him, obviously could not understand Fang Lang's mood at the moment.

After Fang Lang finished writing the last word in a leisurely manner, he carefully admired his masterpiece while handing the brush to the woman who was grinding ink beside him. He then took a wet towel that was still emitting heat from her hand, wiped his hands that were not stained, and handed the towel back to the woman before saying to her indifferently:

"That's all we need to do today. You can go down first!"

"Yes, sir!"

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, smiled faintly, nodded, tidied up the things on the table, smiled and nodded at Syrio Reci, then turned and walked out.

This gentle temperament made Cyrio Reci look at her sideways.

Fang Lang walked around the large desk and sat down on the armchair beside it. He picked up the tea bowl on the coffee table and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. Then he tilted his head and signaled Sirio Reci with his eyes to sit down and talk.

Syrio Recci leaned back on his heels, saluted, and then slowly sat down on the armchair next to Fang Lang. For some reason, he always felt that after Fang Lang had been in this garden for a while, his whole temperament seemed to have changed a little.

He couldn't explain exactly what the change was, but he had a very intuitive feeling that he had become more calm and reserved than before.

"What action do you want to take?"

Fang Lang spoke slowly and leisurely.

This emotion quickly infected the slightly impatient Sirio Reci, causing him to calm down involuntarily.

"I was thinking about whether I should find a way to release some news so that everyone can calm down and return to work."

“The Intelligence Bureau is a national intelligence agency. To work in it, one must have a cool head and the ability to distinguish right from wrong. One cannot just follow what others say and have no ideas or opinions of one’s own.

If they start getting upset because of some unrealistic rumors, it just means they are not suitable for the job.”

"You mean, kick them all out?"

Fang Lang smiled and shook his head.

"No, don't kick them out. Let them talk if they want to, and let them be passive if they want to be passive. What you need to do is to observe carefully and find the gold in the sand, and find the truly capable people in the chaotic environment.

At least he is someone who can have his own opinions and distinguish true from false information.

At the same time, they can also be used to convey to the outside world the false message that the Intelligence Bureau is in chaos and has no combat effectiveness.

You have started anew, hiding the real talents and strength in this impetuous environment, and covertly extending our tentacles to every corner of Brazil."

"I understand what you mean, but I am a little worried whether this will affect the mentality of those of us who actually do the work."

"Sirio, you have to understand that the reason I let you enter the Intelligence Agency headquarters as the chief of the counterintelligence agency is not to let you completely integrate into the Intelligence Agency.

Instead, we want to use the Intelligence Bureau as a platform to develop our own strength. The current Intelligence Bureau is indeed not valued, but it does not mean that it will never be valued.

As the US CIA begins to play a role, Brazil will certainly follow suit and once again attach importance to the role of the intelligence agency. It would of course be great if we could firmly control the power of the intelligence agency.

But when someone realizes the importance of the Intelligence Agency, there will definitely be people who want to control this power, and then all the situations will naturally change rapidly.

If we spend a lot of money and finally change the situation of the Intelligence Bureau, and then others come and just take advantage of it, then wouldn’t all our efforts be in vain for others?”

Fang Lang's words made Cilio Recchi frown. He didn't understand why Fang Lang had to be so timid in doing things. Now the director of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency was his good brother, and he was already the director of the Counterintelligence Department of the Intelligence Agency. They were all brothers who completely obeyed Fang Lang's orders, so he could take the opportunity to take over the Intelligence Agency for his own use.

Fang Lang had his own considerations. He knew very well that although he was very successful in Brazil now, whether in business or in military and politics, he could be regarded as a big boss, a figure who could shake the world with just a stomp of his feet.

But his Chinese identity does not allow him to stand out too much. As the saying goes, the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Although racial discrimination in Brazil is not serious, it does not mean that there is no discrimination.

Once he becomes too conspicuous, it is very likely that someone will intentionally or unintentionally unite to target him. If he only needs to consider himself, he doesn't have to care at all. After all, the resources and power in his hands give him enough confidence to protect himself.

But he has never been alone. Behind him is a group of Chinese brothers who were brought from his hometown by him in every possible way. If the enemy can't do anything to him, the Chinese brothers behind him will most likely become their targets, which is something he absolutely does not want to see.

After all, the current number and living environment of Chinese in Brazil were hard-won by him and all the Chinese together. He doesn't want to ruin the good situation because of his eagerness for quick success.

More importantly, he is still young and has a long future ahead of him. If he stands out too much, it will easily arouse jealousy and criticism. It is better for him to stay at the back and wait for the situation to change, slowly lay out his plans, and wait for the opportunity to make a breakthrough.

"Who dares? As long as I am here, the Intelligence Bureau is the boss's Intelligence Bureau. Anyone who dares to interfere with the Intelligence Bureau must be prepared to face fierce retaliation from our Second Section of the Logistics Department."

To be honest, Fang Lang was very satisfied with Sirio Recchi's attitude, but he would not change his development ideas because of this.

"Our power in the Intelligence Bureau has not yet taken shape, and I am not in a hurry to take full control of the Intelligence Bureau. I have my own reasons for letting you serve as the director of the Counterintelligence Department when the Intelligence Bureau is in the most chaotic period.

The more chaotic the Intelligence Bureau is, the more real talents will stand out. What you need to do now is to discover capable talents from the current Intelligence Bureau and make preparations for us to completely control the Intelligence Bureau in the future."

After saying that, he took out two cigars from the cigar box on the coffee table, handed one to the other party, and reorganized his words:

"It's not that I don't want to completely take control of the Intelligence Bureau, but the timing is not right yet. First of all, I'm only a naval commander and have no jurisdiction over the Intelligence Bureau.

Secondly, the importance of the Intelligence Bureau is unquestionable. The bigwigs in Brazil’s military and political circles have not yet noticed the importance of this agency, but they will notice it sooner or later.

I am not ready to engage in direct conflict with other forces yet, so I need to keep a low profile while seizing as much actual power as possible from the Intelligence Bureau and placing a large number of our own people inside."

After saying this, Fang Lang paused, and looked at Syrio Regis beside him with burning eyes:

"There is a more important point, but before I get to that point, I want to ask you a question. I wonder if you can answer me truthfully."

Syrio Regis, who was listening carefully to Fang Lang's narration, obviously did not expect Fang Lang to suddenly ask him a question. Although he did not know what the other party was going to ask, he still met Fang Lang's inquiring gaze and nodded firmly:

"Boss, please feel free to ask any questions you have. I will answer you truthfully without hiding anything."

Looking at the other party's determined eyes, Fang Lang did not hesitate too much. After spending such a long time together, and the fact that Syrio Reci had already sworn allegiance to him and had indeed shown absolute loyalty in his daily work, Fang Lang still trusted him very much.

Things have come to this point today, and he feels that he should speak to the other party from his heart.

“I don’t know what you think of the relationship between Brazil and the United States.”

This question obviously caught Cirio Recci off guard. He had been with Fang Lang for so long and was very aware of his pro-American political stance. He had never seriously thought about this question before, and for a moment he really didn't know how to answer it.

Now Fang Lang suddenly asked, he knew he couldn't think too much, so he could only bite the bullet and tell the truth:

"Boss, I am just one of your soldiers. I have never thought about this issue before. If you must ask me how I view the relationship between the two parties.

I think Brazil now needs help from the United States in economic and technological aspects, and the United States also needs Brazil to provide them with cheap industrial raw materials. The two sides should have a mutually beneficial relationship.

However, I feel that what the United States wants is not just cheap industrial raw materials, but more of an obedient little brother and a market for selling its products.

But these are not important to me. I don’t care about the relationship between the United States and Brazil. These are not the issues I should think about.

I am your eyes and ears, and also the sharp knife in your hand. I don’t need to have my own ideas, I just need to execute your will according to your ideas. "

Fang Lang didn't expect that Sirio Recci would say something that was almost a show of loyalty, but from the other party's expression, Fang Lang also saw the sincerity and seriousness in the other party's tone, which meant that what the other party said was his true thoughts.

Seeing this situation, Fang Lang could only smile and pat the other person's arm. After a moment of hesitation, Fang Lang lit the cigar in his hand and slowly said:

“This time, the United States organized a meeting of 18 American countries in Rio de Janeiro, and I saw the United States’ ambition for the Americas.

The Americans pursue a policy that America belongs to Americans. In fact, this is a policy that seriously infringes upon the independent political rights of our Brazil. However, the governments of the Americas now simply do not have the power to resist the will of the Americans.

Therefore, it can be predicted that this conference will inevitably lead to the birth of a Pan-American Union led by the United States, but is this really what we in Brazil need?

Although I have close ties with many bigwigs in the United States and own huge industries in the United States, and even everyone thinks that I am a staunch pro-American, I want to tell you that in my mind, Brazil is the Brazil of the Brazilians, not the Brazil of the Americans.

The reason why I choose to be pro-American is because I know that if we want Brazil to achieve rapid development, we must ride on the coattails of the Americans and obtain from them the funds and technology we need for our development, but this does not mean that we should obey the United States blindly.

On the contrary, I think we should maintain our independence, but the Americans obviously don't think so. We can see from this meeting that they want to tie us to their chariot.

What you are talking about joint defense? Believe it or not, if someone attacks our countries in America, the Americans will definitely sell arms to both sides and be happy to do so. Only when our countries are crippled will they stand up and act as good guys to reap the benefits.

But if someone has ideas about the U.S. mainland, they will definitely find a way to get all of us to help him take the bullet. These Americans have no sense of contract in their hearts. The so-called joint defense pact is simply a joke. They only care about interests.

What they said about providing us with intelligence support is a huge joke. If we really deploy according to the intelligence they provide, we might end up being sold out by them and still helping them count money.

You are an intelligence officer by profession, so you should know the importance of intelligence better than I do. This proposal from the Americans is simply poison wrapped in sugar. Whoever eats it will die.

If we want to avoid being poisoned, we must have a completely independent intelligence agency. But the Americans certainly don't want to see us out of their control, and the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, the only intelligence agency in Brazil, must be the focus of their attention.

If we manage the Brazilian Intelligence Agency successfully at this time, the Americans will definitely do something strange.

But with all the chaos going on right now, the U.S. might let down its guard a little, and that’s exactly what we need.”