Pohlman was very sure that he had never seen the young man in front of him.
The German assistant just gave a brief introduction of the situation to Pollmann.
I heard that the other party said that the Henderson family recommended me to them, so the other party’s boss came all the way to visit me in person.
This touched Pollmann so much that he accepted the visit without hesitation.
But he didn't expect that after the young German man left, what happened next was a bit confusing to him.
However, the calm temperament exuded by the young man still attracted Pollman's attention.
While sizing up the young man in front of him, Portman reached out and shook his hand, saying in fluent English:
"Mr. Fang, it's okay, please come in and talk."
As he spoke, he guided Fang Lang into the house.
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Fang Lang was worried that the communication would be difficult due to language barriers, but he didn't expect that the other party spoke English very well.
This made the translation prepared by Fang Lang seem useless.
I saw Pohlmann's wife and two children standing in the living room, looking a little awkward.
Fang Lang greeted Mrs. Bollman with a smile, then took out two chocolates from his pocket and stuffed them into the child's hands.
He smiled at the two of them.
At Portman's signal, the two children timidly thanked Fang Lang.
Hearing the child reply in German, obviously he didn't understand English, so Fang Lang stopped talking.
Instead, like a magic trick, he produced a piece of chocolate from the two children's ears and handed it to the two children.
Now the two children's eyes widened, looking at Fang Lang in disbelief, their eyes full of surprise.
Mr. Pohlman saw Fang Lang having fun with the child and his heart slowly settled down.
He thanked Fang Lang repeatedly and directed Fang Lang to sit in the living room.
Fang Lang smiled and patted the two children's heads, then followed Borman to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
It wasn't that Fang Lang didn't want to talk to the two kids, but unfortunately he didn't understand German. He could only look at Pollmann with regret and said in English:
“Sir, your two children are so cute, I love children very much.
Unfortunately, I don’t understand German and can’t communicate with them.”
After hearing what Fang Lang said, Portman laughed. After all, adults like others to praise their children.
"Mr. Fang, you are still young. When you have your own children, you will know how much of a headache it is to raise children."
"Well! My father has always said that I was a troublesome child since I was young.
It seems that all adults view their children in this way, right? "
After hearing what Fang Lang said, Portman burst into laughter.
In an instant, the relationship between the two was brought closer.
At this time, in the backyard of the house in the distance, five Marines had secretly climbed over the backyard wall, holding Thompson submachine guns, and tiptoed into the house.
Soon, the two soldiers reached the back door silently. Several of them leaned against the door and listened to the movement inside.
I found that there were no unusual sounds inside.
The soldier near the window gently tilted his head and looked through the window into the room, and soon found two figures leaning against the front window, lifting a corner of the curtain and secretly looking out so as not to be observed from the street.
Judging from their movements, they must be professionals. The angle of observation is very covert, and there is absolutely no sign of anything unusual from the front.
But what was strange was that neither of them was carrying a weapon.
This is good news for the warriors.
The soldier retracted his head and made a few gestures to his four comrades near the door.
Several people understood and nodded.
One of them stretched out his fingers and began to count down: three, two, one.
With a "bang", the back door was violently kicked open by a soldier.
The four soldiers at the door filed in as soon as the door opened, and two of them immediately pointed their guns at the two people at the front window.
The soldiers following behind him began to search for the target left and right, holding guns all the way as they searched into the room.
The soldiers moved so quickly that by the time the two Germans who were watching at the window could react, they were already being aimed at by guns.
So they could only stare in amazement at the soldiers rushing in, and quickly raised their hands in surrender, indicating that they had no hostility.
Unfortunately the soldiers were aiming directly at them, so two soldiers stepped forward and motioned for the two men to get on the ground.
The two of them could only obey orders obediently.
After seeing the two men lying down, one of them stood guard with a gun, while the other found a rope in the room and tied up the two men's hands and feet from behind.
Soon the other soldiers who were searching the room also returned safely.
Apart from these two people, there was no one else in the room.
This made several people feel relieved.
Then the soldiers began to check every corner of the house.
Soon, they found weapons and equipment in a hidden corner of the basement.
At the top was a Mauser 98K rifle with a scope, and below were four or five rifles and three or four submachine guns.
Now the soldiers were sure that these two Germans were indeed problematic people.
Unfortunately, the soldiers did not speak the same language and could not be interrogated, so they had to send one soldier out to report the results to their superiors and wait for new orders.
At this time, Fang Lang was having a pleasant conversation with Borman.
"Mr. Pohlman, I heard from Mrs. Henderson that you proposed a technology called variable sweep wing? Is that right?"
Portman waved his hand quickly and said:
“No, no, this technology was not proposed by me. I just discovered, after a period of research, that this technology is truly a groundbreaking technology.
That’s why I recommended it to Mrs. Henderson.
However, this technology is not yet mature, and we need to organize a large number of people and perform a large number of calculations to know whether this technology can become a reality. "
After hearing what Portman said, Fang Lang nodded thoughtfully:
"So what is the current status of Mr. Polman's research?"
This question made Portman a little embarrassed. He moved his butt on the sofa and said:
"In fact, the research team of Messerschmitt has done the most in-depth research on this technology, but they have all been taken away by the Americans."
Fang Lang felt a little strange. Why did he feel that the Borman in front of him was not very reliable?
"Oh! Aren't you part of this team?"
Hearing Fang Lang's words, Portman's face turned slightly hot, but he finally gritted his teeth and said:
“In fact, I am not a R&D person, I am good at engineering management.
My main reason for selling the technology to the Henderson family was to get a job, but obviously I failed."
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang was stunned.
Isn't this just playing with him?
After hearing what Mrs. Henderson said, Fang Lang thought he had picked up a great treasure.
It turned out that this guy was just bragging to gain trust.
But where did this guy learn these advanced aircraft design theories?
"Oh! Thank you for your honesty Mr. Pohlman. May I know where you got these advanced technological ideas from?"
Seeing that Fang Lang had no intention of getting angry or blaming him, Borman breathed a sigh of relief.
“I am engaged in aircraft manufacturing engineering management, and my main responsibility is to turn designers’ ideas into reality.
I have participated in the manufacturing of many types of test aircraft, so I got to know many outstanding aircraft designers.
Therefore, I also came into contact with a lot of strange aircraft manufacturing theories.”
Now, Fang Lang finally understood what this Borman was responsible for.
There seems to be a twist in the story!
Aren’t this guy’s abilities exactly what I need right now?
Maybe he can't design an airplane, but he can manage a startup aircraft manufacturing plant!
In fact, what Fang Lang didn't know was that the reason why Borman was so honest was mainly because he was frightened by the actions of the guards outside the door.
This made him realize that the young man in front of him was not a simple character and might cost him his life.
Fang Lang smiled but did not express his opinion immediately.
Instead, he continued to ask:
"Oh? Then can you tell me what other strange theories you have come across?"
Pollman carefully looked at Fang Lang's face and saw nothing unusual. He then glanced at his wife who was sitting in the restaurant with her child, eating chocolate.
Then he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Fang Lang and whispered:
“There are lots of weird theories, but none of them are secrets.
But there is one thing I know that is a secret in the aviation industry that is not widely known.”
Seeing this guy with a mysterious look on his face, Fang Lang found it a little funny.
I came from the afterlife, what secret are you talking about that I don’t know?
Maybe it is top secret information to everyone now, but it has already been decrypted and circulated on the Internet in later generations.
But looking at this guy's mysterious face, I don't know whether it is true or not. I don't know if he will brag again like he did to Mrs. Henderson.
Fang Lang did not move, but just waited quietly for his next words.
Noticing that Fang Lang did not move closer to cooperate, Portman looked around vigilantly and whispered:
"Have you heard of the Go229 model?"
Fang Lang was just a crew member in his later life and didn't really know much about airplanes. At most, he would browse some superficial knowledge about airplanes on his mobile phone when he was bored on the ship.
He was very sure that he had never heard of this Go229.
If it is BF109 or Stuka square wave, you may have heard of it, but this Go229 square wave has absolutely no impression at all.
Fang Lang didn't understand why Bolman would mention such a model that he had never heard of.
He shook his head at Polman.
Seeing Fang Lang's actions, Borman's eyes flickered slightly.
Whispered:
“This is a model that was not mass-produced. It was originally developed by the brothers Walter and Rema Horton to meet Air Marshal Goering’s requirement of three thousand.
The so-called three thousand means reaching a speed of one thousand kilometers per hour, carrying one thousand kilograms of explosives, and attacking targets one thousand kilometers away.
At first all the designers said this task was impossible, but the Horton brothers said they could do it.
So Marshal Goering agreed to let them be responsible for research and development.
The aircraft they designed adopts an extremely rare flying wing layout. The fuselage and wings of this layout are almost integrated, which can minimize the resistance during flight. "
The flying wing layout obviously touched upon Fang Lang's blind spot in knowledge, which made him a little confused and he didn't understand what it specifically meant.
However, Fang Lang also discovered from here that the guy in front of him was indeed a professional in the aircraft industry.
Maybe he is not a genius in aircraft design, but he is definitely knowledgeable.
Borman obviously noticed Fang Lang's expression.
He did not find it strange, and directly took out a pen and paper from the drawer under the coffee table. With a few random strokes on the notebook, he sketched out an airplane shape that was almost triangular.
Fang Lang stared at the shape of the airplane, his eyes fixed, he could hardly believe his eyes.
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