Fang Lang was in no mood to argue with this guy, so he got straight to the point:

"I understand what you mean. You just want to see if I can use my connections to get you into the current government after I get the amnesty, right?"

Seeing that Shigemitsu Aoi's face froze and a hint of shame flashed across his face, Fang Lang didn't want to care too much about his feelings, nor did he want to continue wasting time with him here, so he continued without hesitation:

"To be honest, you are an old politician and you shouldn't do such a stupid thing. The current Japanese political arena is dominated by the Japan Liberal Party. If you want to get into politics, the first thing you need to do is to choose a suitable political party instead of thinking about entering politics directly.

Yes, I can easily get you into the Japanese government with my strength, but what about next? Without the support of the political party, how long can you stay in this position?

So, I think what you should do now is not to rush into the vortex of the government, but to think clearly about your future path.

If you can truly realize that the war of aggression launched by Japan in the past was a wrong war, then you should let all countries see your sincerity.

Once you demonstrate your sincerity to our satisfaction, we will support you. If you can put forward a constructive program, it will not be difficult to re-establish a political party outside the Liberal Party.

If your program and your actions can satisfy us and can bring us enough benefits, we will fully support you and it will not be difficult for us to even send you to the position of Prime Minister of Japan.

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...

Do you understand what I mean? The premise of everything is that you can show enough value and give us tangible benefits.

If you do nothing but ask for something, I can tell you very clearly that you will get nothing.”

Did Shigemitsu really not understand this principle? In fact, he knew it very well in his heart, otherwise how could he become Japan's foreign minister? The reason why he behaved so poorly in front of Fang Lang was just because he saw that Fang Lang was young and his character seemed greedy and impulsive, so he deliberately showed weakness and made himself look ignorant and harmless.

Hoping to gain more support and benefits from Fang Lang, Fang Lang has been testing his intentions to see what he wants to do. At the same time, he also wants to take the opportunity to gain more benefits.

Today's meeting can be regarded as the last test between the two. If Shigemitsu Aoi cannot get more benefits from Fang Lang in advance, he can only follow the path set by Fang Lang.

Unless he finds a better way. But the current situation is that the path Fang Lang gave him is the one that looks the best.

Fang Lang would not give him the opportunity to take other paths. With the entry of the God's Whip Company military contracting company, their options will become fewer and fewer, because Fang Lang will slowly reduce the space for these war criminals to move around.

Or, they could follow his request and choose to become Japan's capitulationist, completely abandon their past glory, admit their mistakes to the world, and govern based on their own interests.

Or, after Fang Lang's layout in Japan is complete, he will quietly disappear in that unknown stinking ditch. You know, after Fang Lang completely controls the Japanese military and police, no one in Japan will be able to stop his revenge.

Even if everyone knows that a former war criminal and high-ranking official died in suspicious circumstances, no one would dare to raise any objections, because the police investigation would tell you that it was an accident and guarantee that all the chains of evidence are very complete and no matter who investigates, no problems can be found.

Seeing that Fang Lang was no longer trying to hide his true feelings and directly spoke out his inner thoughts, Shigemitsu Aoki also realized that he had no other choice. He endured the humiliation and bowed to the young Brazilian Rear Admiral again, saying:

"General, I understand what you mean! I will show you my determination next."

Fang Lang wiped his mouth with a towel without caring, then slowly stood up from behind the dining table. Without waiting for Shigemitsu Aoi to stand up, he patted him on the shoulder and said,

"Your time is running out. This is your last chance. If you can't satisfy me, then just pretend we've never met!"

After saying that, he threw the towel he had just used to wipe his mouth on the other person's shoulder and strode out.

Both of them knew very well that what Fang Lang was talking about was the quantity and quality of the cultural relics delivered to the dock in three days. If Fang Lang could not be satisfied, Shigemitsu Aoki would lose the opportunity to obtain an amnesty from Fang Lang.

This was something Shigemitsu Aoki absolutely did not want to endure, so at this moment he did not care at all about the humiliation of Fang Lang throwing the towel he had just used to wipe his mouth on him. Instead, he started thinking directly about how to satisfy this greedy guy Fang Lang.

It was not until Fang Lang walked out of the door of the pub and got into the car to leave that he came back to his senses when the car horn sounded. He turned around and saw the owner and his wife standing behind the bar, looking at him, as if hesitating whether to step forward and remind him that the other party had left.

He forced a smile at his former subordinates, waved his hand to signal them not to bother with him, and sat back at the dining table, drinking alone with the unfinished food and wine on the table.

The male owner of the izakaya seemed to want to step forward and say something, but was stopped by the woman next to him. She shook her head at him, indicating that what the other party needed now was quiet and she should not disturb him.

Seeing this, the man could only take a deep look at the once arrogant old man and shook his head silently.

After leaving the izakaya, Fang Lang went directly to the Morgan Stanley Bank Building in Japan, where he met with the heads of the Japanese branches of the Global Group and Fangyuan Group, learned about their current situation in Japan, and made further requests of them.

Then he asked the bank president, the president of the Japan branch of Global Group and the president of the Japan branch of Fangyuan Group to visit Mr. Alexander Dodge, the US economic adviser to Japan, on his behalf.

Since JPMorgan Chase & Co. had shares in the Morgan Consortium, Fang Lang was not at all worried that this economic advisor would make things difficult for Fang Lang's investment projects in Japan.

And with the communication last night, Fang Lang also decided to appropriately share some of Japan's interests with the other party to increase the other party's enthusiasm for doing things for him. As for the next specific communication, Fang Lang completely delegated power to his subordinates to discuss the details. After explaining the relevant matters, he went straight back to the naval base.

Another day passed, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky last night. When Fang Lang got up early this morning, the entire U.S. naval base in Japan was covered with white snow.

Fang Lang, who lived in the officers' dormitory of the naval base, was awakened by the noise of officers and soldiers playing downstairs. He opened the curtains and looked outside, and saw a group of Brazilian navy soldiers playing on the playground where snow had just fallen. Seeing these guys behaving like children, it was clear that these people should be new recruits who had never seen snow before, and they were still able to maintain their freshness after so many days.

Standing at the window and watching his subordinates playing for a while, he felt a little more relaxed. Just as he was about to turn around and wash up, the bedside phone suddenly rang.

Fortunately, he had woken up naturally, otherwise being woken up by a phone call early in the morning would not be a pleasant experience. He walked over briskly and picked up the phone in his hand. As he walked back to the window, he casually picked up the receiver with his free right hand and put it to his ear and said:

"Boss! I'm Joseph Clark. Dougie Boyd is here. When would it be convenient for you to meet him?"

Fang Lang said with a slight surprise:

“So soon?”

"Yes, he took a U.S. military transport plane from the west coast of the United States and came directly to me as soon as he arrived in Tokyo."

Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his left hand, glanced at the time on his watch, and said after a moment of hesitation:

"I just got up! How about this! You bring him over to the naval base, and we can talk while having breakfast!"

"Okay, Boss! Let's go now. We'll be there in twenty minutes!"

"Then I'll wait for you in the officers' mess on the third floor."

Fang Lang, who had been in the former Yokosuka Naval Base in Japan for many days, did not consider himself a guest at all. Not only did he eat and live here every day, he also chose to entertain his friends directly at the base.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go to Yokohama and Tokyo, which are not far away, but they have been here for a long time. If nothing goes wrong, they will be ready to set off for the port city early the day after tomorrow.

Moreover, the topic they were going to discuss this time was also about the establishment of a branch of the Whip of God military contracting company. Talking in a US military base was more concealed.

When Fang Lang finished washing up, changed into a clean military uniform, and walked into the naval officers' mess on the third floor, Joseph Clark and the former US Army Lieutenant General named Dorji Boyd were already waiting for him at the mess door.

The other person was an old white man with somewhat gray hair and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked more like a scholar than a soldier. Since white people generally age earlier, Fang Lang was not sure of his real age for a moment, but based on his intuitive estimation, he should be between sixty and sixty-five years old.

Of course, this guy has rosy skin and is clean-shaven, which shows that he pays great attention to body care, so it is very likely that he is a little over 18 years old.

As for whether it was appropriate for him to be the general manager of the Japanese branch at such an old age, Fang Lang didn't care. How many young people could get to the position of lieutenant general in the US Army? Did he think everyone could upgrade like him?

The older these people get, the more experience they have, the wider their network, and the more comfortable they will be in their future work.

"Boss, this is the Lieutenant General Dorji Boyd I told you about!"

Fang Lang raised his hand and casually saluted the other party, then extended his right hand towards him.

When Joseph introduced Doyle Boyd to the boss, he quickly stretched out his right hand, shook it tightly with Fang Lang, and shook it vigorously twice.

"Boss, nice to meet you! I'm Doyle Boyd!"

Although the man was not young and looked more like a scholar than a soldier, his handshake was very powerful, and his palm was not as smooth as Fang Lang had imagined. At least the touch from the base of his palm showed that he must have touched a gun frequently, which surprised Fang Lang.

He smiled and nodded politely to the other party:

"I have heard Mr. Clark talk about you to me a long time ago. He admires your ability very much. When he was selecting the general manager of the Japanese branch this time, you were the first person he thought of.

Now when I see you for the first time, I know that Mr. Clark did not lie to me. You are indeed an excellent soldier."

The sedan chair was carried by many people. The man in front of him, Dorji Boyd, was once a lieutenant general in the US Army. His position in the army was obviously higher than that of Joseph Clark. In order to maintain the authority of Joseph, the executive president of the Whip of God Military Contracting Company, Fang Lang had to give Joseph Clark enough face.

Therefore, he directly praised the Army Lieutenant General highly, hoping that he would be grateful for his promotion today and avoid unnecessary wrangling in future work.