When John heard Fang Lang asking about his father's identity, he did not hide it and said directly: "Yes, my full name is John J. Clark, and my father's name is Joseph J. Clark. Have you heard of him?"
"Brother, I'm just a small soldier in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. Apart from Roosevelt, the most important American figure I know is you. Of course Roosevelt doesn't know me." Fang Lang joked with a helpless expression on his face.
I don’t know what kind of important person his father is, but he actually thinks he knows him. However, I can tell from his words that he is still very proud of his father.
John laughed and said, "Brother, from what you said, I should be proud, right? I can actually become a big man together with Roosevelt, haha..." John laughed heartily again.
"Hey, hey... wake up, you haven't told me who your father is!" Fang Lang was helpless about John's carefree personality.
"Uh... okay! Can't you just let me be happy for a while? Keeping a happy mood can help me recover faster, you know?" Seeing Fang Lang's face starting to darken, John smiled and said, "Okay! Okay! Satisfy your curiosity, but you must remember not to tell others, okay? My father is the commander of the Fifth Aircraft Carrier Fleet. So? Is he a big shot? Hehe..."
John's words shocked Fang Lang. No wonder he felt that he should know. He was indeed an important person. Looking at John's skin color, Fang Lang couldn't help but wonder, "Are you sure he is your biological son? Wait, don't be angry. I mean, you and I are both yellow people. Your father should also be yellow!"
Hearing Fang Lang's question, John almost raised his fist to hit him, but after thinking about it, he understood Fang Lang's question. The United States is indeed a country with serious racial discrimination, and it is indeed difficult for minorities like them to make a name for themselves.
"Okay! Brother, I forgive you. You are right, my father is also a yellow man. To be precise, we are both Indians. My father is a mixed race of Cherokee and Sioux, and my mother is Jewish. So you know that if my father takes care of me, there may be some bad influences, so I don't really want to work under my father."
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After hearing what John said, Fang Lang understood what was in John's mind. He was afraid that because of him, his father would be accused of nepotism, which would damage his father's prestige.
"Wait! John, I see what you mean. You think that if you work in the military through nepotism, it will damage your father's reputation, right?"
"Yes!" John said as a matter of course, indicating that he really refused to serve in the navy for the sake of his father.
Fang Lang slapped his forehead and said, "Brother, are you terrible? You are 27 years old this year, and you are already a major in the US Army, and you earned it entirely on the battlefield. Do you think your abilities are terrible?"
Fang Lang felt that this stubborn American should be taught a lesson.
"Don't you understand what nepotism is, brother? You have no ability at all. It is nepotism that you can survive in the army by relying on your father's relationship. But you can become an army major by relying on your own efforts without any support from your family. In Chinese terms, this is called a good father and a good son, understand? You should go to your father's command and help your father, understand? This is called father and son fighting together in battle."
After hearing what Fang Lang said, John was a little absent-minded and fell into deep thought.
Fang Lang did not disturb him and began to worry about his own situation. He did not want to continue to go to the battlefield and fight for the Americans and Germans. Although the salary was good, he could not expect him to work for the Americans.
Soon, John hugged Fang Lang and kept patting him on the back, saying, "Brother, I understand. You are right. I should go to help my father and stand with him."
Fang Lang was very happy to hear that John could figure it out. If he had such a relationship, he would have become a prince long ago. Going to the army to fight hard by himself was definitely a brain hole.
"Brother, how about you come and help me? If you continue to stay in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, you will only be cannon fodder. I don't want my savior to go and die."
Looking at John's sincere face, Fang Lang knew that this was his true words. At the same time, he was also happy. With such a relationship, Fang Lang was not as stubborn as John. It was just that Fang Lang couldn't bring himself to speak about such things. But now that John had spoken himself, he didn't have to worry about it at all.
"Is this appropriate? I am from the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, and your father transferred you to the Fifth Aircraft Carrier Fleet. If I am transferred to your Fifth Fleet, then I will no longer belong to the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, right?" Fang Lang was not sure whether such a transfer was feasible.
"It seems that the Brazilian navy is under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Fleet, and my father's troops are fighting the Japanese in the Asia-Pacific battlefield. You are not a US soldier, so it seems that it is not feasible to transfer you to the Asia-Pacific theater. However, the logistics chief of the Fourth Fleet is Brigadier General Neo Jackson, an old comrade of my father. He used to visit our house frequently, and I am very familiar with him. It should be no problem to ask him to help take care of my savior. How about asking him to arrange for you to be transferred to the Brazilian Navy Logistics Department?"
Listening to John's description of the relationship, Fang Lang wanted to laugh out loud. Needless to say, the United States is now Brazil's father, and all logistics are handled by the U.S. military. Now that they have found the Navy's bread and butter as a backer, if they still can't make it, Fang Lang feels like he might as well find a piece of tofu to kill himself.
"Of course, brother. As long as I stay away from our officers who have no idea how to command a battle, I can go anywhere."
If I can really be transferred to the logistics department, I won't have it too easy in the future. It is already the end of 1944, and World War II will officially end on September 2nd next year. I must find a way to get enough benefits and accumulate enough capital in the last time.
"Then it's settled. I'll finish talking to my father's adjutant first. Then I'll go talk to Brigadier General Jackson! Just rest and don't worry. I will never let you go back to the front to die."
Just like that, a week later, Fang Lang, who was lying in the hospital, received a transfer order from the expeditionary force headquarters. In view of Fang Lang's heroic performance on the battlefield, he was awarded the rank of second lieutenant. Because of his injury, he could not continue to serve in the combat unit, so he was transferred to the Navy Logistics Department.
Although Fang Lang knew that the Brazilian Navy of this era was basically a joke, it was a good joke! A joke didn't have to go to the battlefield! A joke only needed to transport some supplies and drop a few mines. Is there any easier job than this? What's more, it was the logistics department of the navy. Fang Lang almost burst out laughing.
After receiving the order, Fang Lang no longer felt a headache or dizziness, as if this order was a miracle drug that brought him back to life on the spot.
In fact, Fang Lang did experience sudden fainting a few times this week, but the occurrences were becoming less and less frequent. During these fainting episodes, Fang Lang also completely absorbed the memories of his original body.
He is a fourth-generation immigrant from Brazil. His great grandfather was a squadron officer of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At the last moment of the demise of the Heavenly Kingdom, he boarded a ship to the United States with more than 300 of his subordinates and fellow villagers. When passing through Japan, he heard the propaganda of the Brazilian government in Japan that as long as you become a naturalized immigrant, you can get land, which is safer than going to the United States to make a living on your own. After discussion, everyone unanimously decided to go to Brazil.
In this way, a group of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom survivors who had never heard of where Brazil was arrived in Sao Paulo, Brazil and settled down after nearly two months of travel.
Because his great grandfather was an officer of the Heavenly Kingdom, he had some prestige among this group of immigrants. In addition, some of the wealth he brought from the Qing Dynasty also allowed them to soon own their own farm in Brazil. The farm covered more than 100 hectares, making them a wealthy landowner family.
Overseas Chinese people stick together for warmth. After three generations of hard work, the Chinese in São Paulo have now grown to the size of a village with less than 2,000 people. However, compared with the number of more than 100,000 Japanese immigrants, it seems insignificant.
With the outbreak of World War II, some conflicts inevitably arose between the Chinese and Japanese in Brazil. Since the Brazilian government had always been pro-German, the living environment of the Chinese was very poor. Fortunately, as the Americans began to intervene in Brazilian politics and later pulled Brazil into the Allied camp, the living environment of the Chinese began to improve and the Japanese immigrants began to restrain their minions.
It was under such circumstances that Fang Lang joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. There were only three Chinese in the entire expeditionary force, and there was not a single Japanese. Because the Japanese in Brazil were all overseas but their hearts were in Japan, so no one joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force.
After Fang Lang joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, he became a sergeant because he had practiced martial arts with his grandfather since he was a child and was indeed brave in combat. He captured several Italians and killed several Germans on the battlefield.
If John had not been saved, it would have been difficult for him to get promoted after retirement. It is not that the Brazilian army is racist, but that both the government and the army are quite corrupt. If you don't give benefits to your superiors, you basically have no hope of promotion. Of course, others will have sufficient reasons, such as soldiers have to go to military academies to become officers, and you absolutely cannot refute it.
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