The figure of eight million US dollars made Fang Lang jump up.
Isn't this bullshit? Although eight million dollars is definitely a very huge amount of money.
But compared to the automobile industry, aircraft manufacturing plant, and machine tool factory that Fang Lang wanted to build.
Even for a complete industrial system, this amount of money is not enough to fill the gaps.
And the Universal Group now needs to continue investing in order to grow rapidly.
This is not a big deal!
“How can it be so little? Our tobacco company has already opened up sales in Brazil and Europe.
In addition, our grain and oil companies purchase low-priced raw materials from Brazil, process them, and then sell them to Europe at high prices through global trade, which generates considerable profits! "
"Yes, Boss! That's why we still have $8 million.
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At the same time, you must also see that our expenses are also very huge.
The biggest spender is the immigration activities of labor service companies. We are now in Tianjin, Shanghai and Guangzhou, three cities in the East.
Every day ships set out to sea loaded with immigrants heading for Brazil, although the cost of the population was offset by penicillin.
But the costs of shipping around the world are enormous.
Most importantly, companies are now frantically buying up land and farms in Rio Grande do Sul to accommodate the immigrants.
Even the land price has increased by ten percent since we purchased it.
So right now we really only have $8 million to draw on.”
Fang Lang understood that what the financial assistant said was true.
After thinking for a while, Fang Lang said to the financial assistant:
"Okay, I understand. Go down and get some rest first! I'll find you if I need anything."
"Okay, boss! Good night then."
Looking at the financial assistant closing the door and leaving, Fang Lang felt a bit of a headache. This was the best opportunity for the company to rise, and Fang Lang couldn't give up.
So, in the end, Fang Lang decided to use the gold reserves he got from Japan to Brazil.
Fang Lang knew very well that the value of this batch of gold was nearly 120 million US dollars.
This is an astronomical figure, enough for Fang Lang to complete all his investments in Germany with some money left over.
You should know that the total investment of the United States in the European Recovery Plan, which will start in two years, is only 13 billion US dollars.
This is already one percent of the funding for the entire plan.
However, this was something that was hard to find from Sumitomo's house, and Fang Lang was reluctant to sell it directly.
Therefore, a telegram was sent directly to Brazil, asking my father to melt the gold and mortgage it to the American bank.
Fang Lang's father Fang Xinshan also knew that the batch of copper materials brought back to Brazil were actually gold.
After receiving Fang Lang's telegram, Fang Xinshan did not object and directly carried out Fang Lang's request.
The next day, after having breakfast at the hotel, Fang Lang went to the Stuttgart City Hall accompanied by guards.
Visit Mayor Jonas.
When I arrived at the city hall, I saw that the area outside the city hall was full of parked cars, and more and more cars were constantly coming in from other places.
It seems that the people getting on and off these vehicles are all well-dressed.
Fang Lang understood that Jonas was probably busy with the matter that he had asked him to do yesterday.
After thinking about it in the car, Fang Lang did not get out.
Instead, the convoy turned around and continued moving forward to see if they could find a guide to show them the machine tool factory.
After walking more than a hundred meters forward, the convoy suddenly stopped.
Fang Lang was sitting in the car and had no idea what was happening ahead.
Zhuang Xintian got out of the car and went forward to check the situation, and came back after a while.
He said to Fang Lang:
"Sir, there's a middle-aged man ahead who's trying to extort money. I've asked someone to take him aside and deal with him."
After hearing this, Fang Lang became interested. What did it mean?
Are you desperate or blind? How dare you mess with such a large convoy?
"A man came up here to extort money? What does that mean? He has a bomb strapped to his body? Is that so powerful?"
As soon as Zhuang Xintian heard what Fang Lang said, he understood that Fang Lang must have misunderstood.
If there really was someone here with a bomb strapped to his chest, we would have shot him long ago and wouldn't even bother collecting his body.
How could there be a chance to extort money?
"No, no, there was a middle-aged man who deliberately rushed to the front of the car and lay down and refused to get up.
He said he wanted to sell something, but the soldiers thought he was up to something bad and tied him up.
Prepare to take it back for examination."
"Then how do you know he's not trying to do anything bad but is just trying to extort money?"
Hearing Fang Lang's question, Zhuang Xintian smiled and said:
"I checked this guy's condition and he should be an intellectual.
As soon as he saw us taking out guns, he was so scared that he wanted to run away.
I carefully observed his expression and movements, this guy is definitely not a trained professional.
Like a hungry scholar.
There was nothing unusual found around. "
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang was shocked.
I'm afraid you don't know what a human bomb attack is!
With your level of ability, you can conclude that others are not here with ill intentions just by taking two glances.
Could it be that people with bad intentions are carving words on their faces?
"Have you collected yourself? Be careful if you have any bombs on you."
Fang Lang’s words also surprised Zhuang Xintian. He had a bomb on him. The boss suspected that this person had ulterior motives!
"Don't worry, boss. We have already searched you. You have nothing else except a briefcase.
And, how to say it?
Maybe after seeing this man, boss, you will trust my judgment.”
Zhuang Xintian's words aroused Fang Lang's interest. What did it mean that after seeing this person, I would trust your judgment?
"Then let's go back! I want to see what kind of person you are talking about who is trying to extort money is like!"
I originally wanted to find Mayor Jonas to discuss matters regarding the machine tool factory, but Mayor Jonas was not available, so there was nothing to do.
Faced with this unexpected situation, Fang Lang really didn't dare to stay outside for too long, fearing he would be attacked unjustly.
So Fang Lang, who was afraid of death, decided to go back to the hotel and lie down.
After the order was given, the convoy quickly returned to the hotel along the original route.
After returning to the room, Fang Lang soon saw the person that Zhuang Xintian described, who looked like someone who wanted to extort money.
Two soldiers came in, escorting a very thin middle-aged man as if he was carrying a chicken.
The man didn’t know if his eyesight was very good, but he squinted his eyes to try to see his surroundings clearly.
When they were about four or five meters away from Fang Lang, the two soldiers let go and the thin man fell to the ground.
His mouth was blocked with a piece of rag and he kept making whimpering sounds.
Zhuang Xintian stepped forward and pulled the cloth out of the man's mouth. The man took two deep breaths of fresh air and then shouted in English:
"Where are my papers? You robbers, papers. Where are my papers?"
Although it was tied tightly like a rice dumpling.
The man did not seem panicked at this time. He was concerned about the documents he was carrying with him.
Hearing the man's words, Fang Lang looked at the file bag in Zhuang Xintian's hand.
Seeing Zhuang Xintian trying to hand it over, Fang Lang quickly stopped him and said:
“Don’t open files from strangers, it’s rude.
Please return the document to this gentleman."
As Fang Lang spoke, he winked at Zhuang Xintian, indicating that he should return the document to him.
Looking at Zhuang Xintian’s confused expression.
Fang Lang shook his head helplessly. It was too unprofessional.
We already have biological weapons now. What if the middle-aged man in front of us is an expert in this area?
People sprinkle some deadly bacteria on the documents to kill people without them being noticed.
You won’t even know how you died by then.
This doesn't mean Fang Lang suffers from paranoia.
But there was something fishy about this matter, as Fang Lang had just dealt with two Gestapo officers.
Who can guarantee that this person is not an accomplice of Leo and Paul?
Besides, how many decent people would run in front of a convoy and say they want to sell something?
I believe you when you say it's a scam.
If you say you are selling something, I will never believe you.
The man was lying on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. He squeezed the file bag that was stuffed back into his hands with his fingers and was obviously relieved.
Fang Lang was stunned when he saw him breathe a sigh of relief. Did I make a wrong judgment?
Is this person's file okay?
After thinking about it, he took the initiative to speak:
"Sir, what's your name?"
The man on the ground heard Fang Lang's question and turned his head with difficulty to look at Fang Lang.
He narrowed his eyes even tighter, as if he wanted to get a closer look at Fang Lang's appearance.
"Hello sir! My name is Ludwig Folger. I am so sorry to be so rude.
Please rest assured! I really have no bad intentions. I am just looking for a knowledgeable buyer for my research results. "
Listening to the man's words, Fang Lang always felt something was very funny.
However, Fang Lang also understood why Zhuang Xintian thought that this man did not seem to be someone with bad intentions.
Now Fang Lang also felt that the other party was not really a bad guy who was deliberately targeting him.
Fang Lang indeed did not sense any hostility from the man in front of him.
He glanced at Zhuang Xintian and said:
"Please untie our guest and ask our guest to sit down."
The two soldiers quickly worked together to untie the man on the ground and helped him stand up.
After being helped up, the man did not sit down. Instead, he straightened his clothes, then bowed politely to Fang Lang.
Fang Lang was stunned. It seemed that one should not judge a person by his appearance. The thin man in front of him was no more than 1.6 meters tall.
The whole person looks very thin. If you look at his back and say he is a junior high school student, no one will doubt it.
Only by looking at his face can you tell that he is a middle-aged man of considerable age.
The middle-aged man's etiquette is obviously Western gentlemanly etiquette, and it is obvious that he is a well-educated gentleman.
It's just that his size makes him look a little funny.
"Gentlemen, could you please return my glasses to me first? Without them I can't see clearly even one meter away."
Fang Lang looked at the soldiers around him, and saw one of them took out a pair of glasses with lenses about the same thickness as the bottom of a beer bottle from his pocket and handed it to him.
Fang Lang could see circles of double images on his glasses.
Based on Fang Lang's experience, the degree of this pair of glasses is definitely over 800 degrees.
The man took the glasses and put them on his nose, but unfortunately he didn't know whether they were dropped on the ground today or they were already deformed.
After twisting it hard several times, I finally got my eyes back into place.
He saw Fang Lang sitting not far away, Zhuang Xintian standing behind Fang Lang with his hand on the holster, and several guards around him holding Thompson submachine guns.
There was no nervous expression on the man's face and he seemed very calm.
After bowing to Fang Lang again, he said:
"Dear sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"
Fang Lang did not continue to sit, but stood up and stretched out his hand to the man in front of him and said:
"Hello, Mr. Folger! My name is Fang Lang, nice to meet you!"
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