After seeing Zeng John off, Qi Qingshan didn't stop and knocked on Fang Lang's door directly.

"Boss, this is a letter from my hometown."

Fang Lang, who was sitting by the window in the hotel room, flipping through documents and smoking a cigar, looked up and nodded at Qi Qingshan when he heard this. He took the letter and looked at it carefully. He found that the letter was just put in an ordinary envelope without any confidentiality measures such as anti-tampering wax seal.

Fang Lang knew that there should be no secret content inside, so he opened the envelope and took a look, while casually asking:

"Has John Zeng been here?"

"Yes, Boss! I have shared the information provided by Yao Mu with him. He did not copy it, but just read it carefully."

Seeing that Fang Lang had no intention of avoiding him, Qi Qingshan did not leave, but continued to report.

"Haha...it seems that Officer Zeng John is very confident in his memory! It doesn't matter, we just need to do our best."

As he spoke, he unfolded the letter. The sender's name was signed as Lao Qiao. Needless to say, it must be Mr. Qiao from Xiao Xinhua in Gangcheng.

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The content of the letter was very simple. It sincerely thanked Fang Lang for the gifts he had given to the elders at home, and stated that the gifts had been personally delivered to the elders.

The elders in the family liked them very much and told him jokingly that others were very envious of these gifts, but the elders were very stingy and didn't even want to let others see them.

Fang Lang could tell at a glance what this was about. It was nothing more than that the intelligence about the peninsula had been received back home, and the supplies sent there had also been received. This batch of supplies was not used at will by the back home, but was provided as emergency reserve for the peninsula in accordance with Fang Lang's requirements.

This made Fang Lang breathe a sigh of relief. Although the letter looked ordinary, it was the main purpose of his voyage to the port city.

Now that he saw the elders on the opposite side, they liked the gifts sent by him, a junior, very much. He was happy from the bottom of his heart. As long as his hometown really made preparations in advance, then although his hometown was still in a very difficult situation now, the combined efforts of the whole country, plus the supplies transported by Fang Lang, would definitely greatly improve the difficult situation of his hometown in the early days of the Peninsula War.

At the very least, soldiers will no longer be allowed to go to the battlefield wearing only single clothes. Just with this one change, Fang Lang feels that his life has not been in vain.

However, it was somewhat strange that Fang Lang did not receive any response or reply to the message he had conveyed on behalf of Governor Grantham. Fang Lang had nothing to say about this. After all, this was related to the foreign policy of his hometown, and it was not something that could be directly decided by the Governor or his words.

Ultimately, it all depends on the British government’s attitude towards my hometown and the outcome of negotiations with the British government.

After reading the contents of the letter, Fang Lang couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.

Qi Qingshan was curious about the contents of the letter, but it was difficult to find out. He could only continue with Fang Lang's words:

"I see, boss! It's really a strange fate. I never thought that the brave little policeman I met on Stanley Street would be from my hometown."

Fang Lang casually refolded the letter and put it into the envelope, while smiling and answering:

"Isn't this normal? The people from my hometown are not brave. Do you expect those guys who have no faith and only know how to help the British colonists make money to be brave?"

After thinking about it carefully, Qi Qingshan was speechless. Yes! Hong Kong is now the territory of the British. If the Chinese who make a living here want to stand out, they have to follow the footsteps of the British and make a lot of money. What other lofty ideals can they have?

Even if such a person really existed, the British Hong Kong government would never allow him to grow up smoothly.

"As expected, the boss is clear-headed and points directly to the essence of the matter."

Hearing this, Fang Lang waved his hand unhappily and said:

"Go, go, get out of the way. You are now learning to flatter."

After saying this, he seemed to remember something, threw the envelope in his hand on the table, looked out the window, and looked at the military port opposite from afar, and said with deep eyes:

"It's already the 50th year, and the Lunar New Year is only a month away. If we don't leave for China, we won't be able to catch the Spring Festival, and the old man will be angry."

Hearing Fang Lang suddenly mention going home for the New Year, Qi Qingshan couldn't help but glance at the envelope that Fang Lang had thrown on the table. He realized that Fang Lang's purpose of coming to Hong Kong City this time should have been achieved.

"Yeah! We've been out for so long, everyone is starting to miss home!"

Seeing Qi Qingshan's face full of emotion, Fang Lang couldn't help but smile slightly, picked up the cigar, took a deep puff, stood up, patted Qi Qingshan on the shoulder and said:

"You are missing home, but you are really missing your wife!"

Hearing this, Qi Qingshan touched the back of his head shyly and chuckled.

Seeing this, Fang Lang also smiled. How many wanderers who are away from home don't miss home! Moreover, with the Spring Festival approaching. In this life, his home is not in the mainland, but in Brazil. Naturally, he also wants to go home early to spend the Spring Festival with his parents.

"Don't worry! We are almost done. Once we have finalized the location of the museum with the Governor, we can set off back to Brazil."

When Qi Qingshan heard this, he was naturally very happy, but soon he seemed to have thought of something and quickly said:

"What about the election in Brazil? If we rush back to celebrate the Spring Festival, will President Dutra block us?"

Qi Qingshan was very clear about why Fang Lang organized this fleet visit. He also understood Fang Lang's current political influence in Brazil. He was a little worried that the current president would come directly to him and ask Fang Lang to express his support for him.

Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly and waved his hand nonchalantly:

"The past two months should have made Mr. Dutra realize the current situation. If he was a smart man, he wouldn't have come here to cause trouble for himself.

If he really comes to me, I won't be able to vote for him! Don't forget, I'm a soldier, and soldiers can't participate in politics."

Qi Qingshan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Fang Lang in amazement. He understood what Fang Lang meant. If the other party didn't come to him, everyone could still retain a bit of dignity.

If the other party is really ignorant and insists on pestering you, then the last bit of friendship between you may disappear into thin air.

In the past, Qi Qingshan might have been really afraid that the president would turn against him. Even if Fang Lang was really just a simple naval general, he might not dare to offend a president who had not yet stepped down. However, Fang Lang's current identity is no longer a simple soldier.

The influence of the Fang family in the Brazilian economy has given Fang Lang an equally significant influence in the political arena. Even the presidential candidate this time was chosen by Fang Lang, so he certainly has the right to say no to the former president.

"I understand! If this Mr. President is not tactful, I will send him away directly to prevent him from affecting your mood."

Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled and shook his head:

"Don't worry! According to the intelligence from Brazil, President Dutra should have a clear understanding of the situation he is facing.

Although he is not an excellent politician, he still understands the most basic political rules. When I left at a critical moment for him, he should have understood my attitude.

I won't come here without knowing why and cause trouble for myself."

Qi Qingshan had nothing to say about this, and said with a noncommittal expression:

"I hope so! Otherwise, he shouldn't blame me for not giving him face."

Seeing this, Fang Lang couldn't help but patted Qi Qingshan on the shoulder with a smile and said:

"Okay, you don't have to worry about these things anymore. Let's hurry up and finish the things in Hong Kong City so that we can go home peacefully!

By the way, please call the Governor's office later and make an appointment for me. Just tell him that I want to visit the Governor."

Upon hearing this, Qi Qingshan immediately stood at attention and saluted:

"Yes, boss!"

Fang Lang couldn't help but smile as he watched Qi Qingshan turn around and leave. After the other party closed the door, Fang Lang came to the window of the hotel and stood still, looking at the scenery of the port city outside the window, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. Unknowingly, they had been in the port city for almost half a month.

Things in the port city have basically been arranged. Although the construction plan for the private museum has not yet been finalized, he already has a target address in mind.

The so-called investigation during this period was actually more of a cover-up, just a casual visit to the current situation of the port city during this period. He even asked people to bring cameras to take pictures in various places in the port city, striving to preserve the scene of the port city during this period intact.

The reason why he wanted to meet the Governor of Hong Kong now was to inform him that he had already delivered the message he asked him to deliver. His trip to Hong Kong was about to end.

Soon, Qi Qingshan brought him the news that the Governor of Hong Kong had agreed to meet with him at the Governor's Palace tomorrow afternoon.

This reply was somewhat beyond Fang Lang's expectations. He had originally thought that the other party would find a restaurant to have dinner with him and entertain him purely on a private friendship level, but he did not expect that the Governor of Hong Kong would actually arrange for him to have a meeting at the Governor's Palace during working hours.

This is not a matter of personal friendship, but purely official business.

There are two possibilities in this situation. One is that you have offended the other party and the other party does not want to have any private contact with you. Another possibility is that the Governor of Hong Kong has some official business to discuss with him, but as a visiting Brazilian naval officer, what official business could the other party want to discuss with you?

Could it be that the negotiations between the British government and their home country were not going well, and the British wanted to organize naval exercises to put some pressure on the other side?

But when Reinhardt met with me these days, he never mentioned that the British Navy had plans to conduct exercises!

For a moment, Fang Lang became a little confused.

However, he soon thought of another possibility. Could it be that the words he had delivered to his hometown had worked? If the negotiations between his hometown and the British went smoothly, would the Governor of Hong Kong invite him to the Governor's Office for a meeting?

If so, what would he talk about?

Soon, Fang Lang thought of a possibility and said to Qi Qingshan:

"Immediately ask the president of the Hong Kong branch of Global JPMorgan Bank to meet with the Financial Secretary and tell me after they have agreed on a location. We need to hurry up and finalize the address of the museum."

Qi Qingshan was stunned when he heard this. For a moment he didn't understand why Fang Lang suddenly wanted to meet with the Financial Secretary, and not in his own name. Is there something shameful about the location of this museum?

Here we have to talk about the land policy of the British Hong Kong Government. Perhaps in many people's minds, the British Hong Kong Government belongs to a capitalist country, and the land system should be private. If you want to buy land, you only need to conduct private transactions and register with the government.

But in fact, this is not the case. As a British colony, the land in Hong Kong belongs to the British royal family privately. The land in Hong Kong can only be rented out, not sold directly.

Originally, part of the land in the New Territories and Kowloon was leased by the British Hong Kong government, and the British royal family had no ownership of the land here. However, in order to confirm the ownership, the British Hong Kong government directly and unreasonably assigned most of the land in Kowloon and the New Territories to the British royal family.

Only some farmers in the New Territories were relatively united and united to resist the robbery of the British Hong Kong government. In the end, through hard struggle, they retained their ownership of the land. This is why later in the entire Hong Kong city, only villagers in the New Territories had Ding rights.

The place that Fang Lang had his eyes on was near the Victoria Peak in Hong Kong. Needless to say, if he wanted to acquire the land here, he would have to deal with the Lands Department of the Hong Kong Government, and the Lands Department of the British Hong Kong Government was a subordinate agency of the Financial Secretary.

Fang Lang, an outsider, has no direct relationship with the people from the Lands Department, so it is certainly not convenient for him to apply for land directly from them.

Therefore, Fang Lang could only make an appointment directly with the Financial Secretary through JPMorgan Chase & Co., and then ask the Lands Department to approve the land through the Financial Secretary.

Although Qi Qingshan didn't understand why Fang Lang wanted to meet with the Financial Secretary, since his superior had given the order, he had to carry it out unconditionally. So, he didn't ask any more questions and just took the order and left.

That evening, the president of JPMorgan Chase Hong Kong branch and the Financial Secretary were having dinner at the Peninsula Hotel's Ruby Wah when they happened to run into Fang Lang who was also there for dinner.

When he saw Fang Lang, the president of the Hong Kong City branch of JP Morgan Global Bank would of course try his best to curry favor with him.

"Hey! Boss, what a coincidence? Are you eating here too?"

When Fang Lang heard someone calling him, he looked at his subordinate with surprise.

"Carioca, what a coincidence? Are you meeting guests here?"

Carioca was an American banker hired by Global Group from the United States. Hearing the boss's greeting, he stood up immediately and extended his hand to the boss enthusiastically:

"Yes, Boss. I just happened to have an appointment with Mr. McCall, the Financial Secretary of Hong Kong City, to have dinner together today. I didn't expect to meet you here by chance."

Fang Lang also seemed very surprised and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Carioca. He then looked at McCall and said:

"Oh! Is this Mr. McCall, the Director of the Financial Department of Hong Kong City? Hello! Nice to meet you! I am Fang Lang!"

Hearing this, Financial Secretary McCall was stunned at first, but soon reacted. After looking at the two of them strangely, he straightened his clothes, slowly stood up, smiled at Fang Lang, and stretched out his hand, saying:

"Hello, General Fang! I have heard of you for a long time. It is a pleasure to meet you!"