After hearing what Fang Lang said, Colonel Chatham smiled and waved his hand:
"Haha...Colonel Fang, we are allies and friends, this matter is not that complicated.
I have helped you with this. You don't even need to hold a job fair. We have a temporary government under the occupation forces.
Can't I just tell them to gather all the people according to the technical jobs you need and let you choose them?"
Is this still possible?
Is this the way these countries plunder talent from Germany?
It's so exciting! I love it.
"Oh! Is this possible? I wonder if there will be any restrictions on the industry of the people we recruit."
Fang Lang's question immediately alerted Colonel Chatham, who stared at Fang Lang and said:
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"Besides people from the automotive industry, what kind of people do you want to recruit?"
Fang Lang did not dodge Chatham's gaze, but looked into his eyes and said:
"You also know that Stuttgart is the home of the German Mauser factory. If I recruit some gunsmiths here and have them produce rifles for us in Brazil, that makes sense, right?"
Fang Lang noticed that Chatham's eyes gradually became hostile, like a lion ready to burst into anger at any time.
Just when Fang Lang thought there was no chance.
Colonel Chatham slapped the table and said:
"The gunsmith has to be five dollars apiece."
Oh my god, Fang Lang felt like he had met a psychopath. If you want more money, just say so!
Not only did you not say anything, you stared at me with such fierce eyes that I thought you wanted to eat me.
Then you told me you wanted more money.
It would be fine if you just increased the money, but in the end you just increased the price from three dollars per person to five dollars.
It seems that Colonel Chatham came from a poor family! He must have never seen much money.
At this time, Fang Lang couldn't help but look at Colonel Chatham's hands on the table. They were indeed a pair of working people's hands.
That is to say, this colonel should have been a manual laborer engaged in agricultural production before joining the army.
When I thought that I had quoted a price of three dollars per person, I had already left room for the other party to raise the price, but the other party did not bargain at all and directly accepted my offer.
Very good, it seems that the other party is not a greedy person. Fang Lang said that he likes it very much.
He extended his hand to Colonel Chatham and said firmly:
"make a deal!"
“Haha…so refreshing!”
Colonel Chatham held Fang Lang's hand tightly.
"Colonel Chatham, if we recruit people directly through the Provisional Government, it won't have any bad effects on you, right?"
Fang Lang looked at the French colonel in front of him who he liked, and asked in a low voice:
"What's the problem? I'm already fifty-six! I should have retired long ago and enjoyed my retirement.
The worst that can happen is that I can retire! I'd love to do that!
The important thing is that I can earn money from you, so that I can buy a wine estate when I return to my hometown and live a happy life.
Otherwise, if I retire now, I will have to go back to the farm and continue farming.”
This can be regarded as talking too deeply to someone you have just met and exposing one's own shortcomings.
After hearing what Colonel Chatham said, he clearly understood what he should do.
Fang Lang was not worried that Chatham would cheat him. At worst, he could just recruit a group of people and then arrange a special plane to send them back.
He couldn't keep it, right? Then he wouldn't be able to collect fees from the people he recruited later.
"Haha...Colonel Chatham, please rest assured that I will definitely let you buy a big wine estate."
With the help of Colonel Chatham, Fang Lang soon met the mayor of Stuttgart's provisional government.
The mayor seemed to be a man of few words. After hearing Colonel Chatham's request, he looked Fang Lang up and down with a little surprise.
He said he would fully cooperate.
Fang Lang knew that the German in front of him would be an important middleman. Whether he could recruit truly useful talents would depend on whether this person would sincerely help.
After further discussing some details in Colonel Chatham's office, Fang Lang got some special passes and borrowed a number of vehicles before bidding farewell to Colonel Chatham and returning to the hotel.
After returning to the hotel, Fang Lang immediately ordered Qi Qingshan to take a special pass to the Stuttgart Provisional City Government and invite Mayor Jonas to the hotel for dinner.
Because it was still early, Fang Lang didn't have the habit of staying in the hotel and getting moldy.
As an important southwestern city in Germany and also an important industrial city, now that you are here, of course you have to visit around!
Stuttgart is the cradle of Germany's automobile industry.
Not only Porsche, but also Mercedes-Benz, were born in this southwestern city in Germany.
Because of the special pass, the convoy's movement in the city became unimpeded.
However, after visiting several places, Fang Lang gradually lost interest. After all, Stuttgart is now full of ruins and helpless people.
The only way to find the traces of this once prosperous industrial town is through its ruined factories.
Since there was nothing to see, Fang Lang ordered the driver to go directly to the address of Ant Bolman provided by Mrs. Henderson.
Mr. Ante Polmann did not live in the city, but in a two-story building in the suburbs of Stuttgart.
When Fang Lang's motorcade arrived in front of the small building, the two children who were chasing each other on the lawn in front of the building were so scared that they ran into the house quickly.
A German assistant from the group of assistants brought by Fang Lang knocked on the door and explained his purpose.
He quickly returned to the front of the car and said to Fang Lang:
"Boss, Mr. Pohlman is at home, and he invites you to his house for a chat."
After hearing his words, Fang Lang nodded, but did not get out of the car.
His eyes turned towards a slightly dilapidated house five houses away. There was nothing unusual about the house from the outside.
However, Fang Lang's intuition told him that someone in that house was looking at this side with obvious hostility.
This was the strongest time Fang Lang's intuition had been since he left the battlefield.
Fang Lang understood that there must be some dangerous enemies there. Either there were a lot of them, or there was a sniper rifle pointed at him at this moment.
Because Fang Lang sensed a hint of danger.
The assistant saw Fang Lang didn't move, but just looked in one direction, and was about to stand up and look in that direction, but was stopped by Fang Lang in time:
"Don't move, don't look anywhere, just pretend nothing happened."
After saying that, he looked at Zhuang Xintian who was also looking at him from the passenger seat and said:
"Order the lead vehicle to advance 200 meters and conduct reconnaissance, paying special attention to whether there are any hidden enemies in the houses on both sides of the road."
He pointed to the house he was looking at and said:
"Have the soldiers in car number two go around to the back of that house and take a look inside. There is something wrong with this house."
Hearing Fang Lang's order, Zhuang Xintian's eyes fixed.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car. Pretending nothing had happened, he walked to the window of the lead car, lit a cigarette, and gave orders.
The five soldiers in the car instantly became alert, lifted the Thompson submachine guns on their legs, and loaded them.
After seeing them finish checking their weapons, Zhuang Xintian nodded, patted the car door, and signaled them to set off.
The soldiers in the car lowered the windows, pointed their guns at the houses on both sides, and slowly moved forward to conduct reconnaissance.
Zhuang Xintian slowly walked back to car number two, opened the rear door, and pointed to the house that Fang Lang mentioned in a hidden place.
He gave a low command:
"The commander suspects that there is something wrong in that house. You are to go around from the rear and sneak in. If you encounter the enemy, you are allowed to open fire. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
Then came the sound of the soldiers pulling the bolts of their rifles.
Zhuang Xintian closed the car door and did not return to Fang Lang's car.
He was afraid that you really had an enemy and was targeting Fang Lang based on his actions, so he walked straight across the lawn of Pollman's house and headed towards Pollman's house.
He also did not forget to call the German assistant over.
Fang Lang understood Zhuang Xintian's intention at a glance. He was using himself as bait. If there were any gunmen outside, they would definitely suspect that he was the big shot of this convoy.
Fang Lang was very touched, but still shook his head. If he was an enemy, he would definitely not attack Zhuang Xintian now.
After all, the commander of the convoy will give orders to each vehicle one by one!
So Fang Lang did not move, but continued to look in that direction.
When the lead car passed in front of the house, the sense of danger about the house began to slowly disappear.
It is obvious that the other party has become alert.
However, Fang Lang didn't care. This was his first time in Germany, and this enemy shouldn't be targeting him specifically.
Fang Lang suspected that there were Nazi remnants hiding somewhere, wanting to attack the occupying forces.
Maybe seeing the size of Fang Lang and his team's convoy, he wanted to try his luck.
Unfortunately, Fang Lang's reaction obviously scared the other party.
Especially when the lead vehicle passed by his house for reconnaissance, the other party immediately gave up the attack plan.
He was a little curious. He came here obviously on a whim, which meant that the other party was not coming for him.
Of course, Fang Lang didn't believe that Mrs. Henderson would reveal that she was going to invite Mr. Bollman to work for her and let the killer ambush in advance.
Because, if they were going to ambush me, the location of that house was really bad, and my view would obviously be blocked by the flower bed in front of his house.
Moreover, there are plenty of places suitable for ambushes on the way here. Why not ambush there instead of in such an unsuitable place?
Since the sense of danger had disappeared, Fang Lang didn't care. He smiled and shook his head, then got out of the car and walked directly towards Pollman's house.
As for the other guards in the convoy, they had all gotten out of their vehicles and were on guard with their weapons in hand when Zhuang Xintian was walking towards Pollman's house.
Seeing Fang Lang get off the car, three soldiers immediately surrounded him and used their bodies to block the enemy's sight from three directions.
Fang Lang glanced at the soldiers' actions and nodded.
Overall, the action of protecting important personnel was done very well.
But it would be better if a few black umbrellas could be opened to block more of the view.
Zhuang Xintian, who was in the house, saw Fang Lang coming over, and hurried out, put his hand on the gun handle at his waist, and stared in the direction of the house.
Bolman saw everything that happened at the door, which frightened him a little. He obviously didn't understand what was going on.
Fang Lang looked at the unprepossessing, short, thin man in his thirties in front of him, took the initiative to extend his hand, and said enthusiastically:
"Mr. Polman, I'm sorry for disturbing you by visiting me in such a presumptuous way.
Don't worry, the soldiers just discovered something unusual.
It's going to be over soon, can we go in and talk?"
Originally, Fang Lang wanted to visit Pollman as an ordinary businessman, but after what happened, it was obviously not possible.
After all, if you say these people are bodyguards, no one would bring so many bodyguards with them whenever they go out.
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