Early in the morning, Fang Lang was awakened by the sound of heavy rain outside the window. He got up from the bed with a little helplessness, walked to the bedside and opened the curtains. He saw that the sky outside was dark and the entire window was covered by a thick rain curtain. A faint beam of light passed through the dark clouds and projected onto the sea in the distance, reminding people that it was already dawn.
Through this ray of light, you can see the huge waves surging on the sea. The palm trees outside the door are swaying in the strong wind mixed with heavy rain, and there are huge fallen leaves on the ground.
Obviously, this was not just a simple heavy rain, but a big typhoon.
In fact, typhoon weather rarely occurs in Brazil. According to geographical knowledge, this is because the subtropical high pressure in the South Atlantic is strong, which makes the wind shear in the southern hemisphere very strong, making it difficult for typhoons to form.
With all his years of experience as a seaman, Fang Lang had rarely heard of typhoons in Brazil. Therefore, he was caught off guard by the sudden typhoon.
It can be said that "if people don't keep guests, God will."
Fang Lang had been isolated in the Naval Club for two days due to the typhoon. After reaching an agreement with Adams Teach the day before yesterday, he was ready to fly back to the Natal Naval Base.
However, due to the typhoon, flights were suspended, and taking a ship was even more impossible. If you want to go back to Natal, you can only take land transportation, that is, car and train.
The safety of cars cannot be guaranteed during typhoons. The train line to Natal is built along the coastline, so unfortunately, train transportation is also affected.
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Therefore, Fang Lang had no choice but to be forced to stay in the Rio de Janeiro Naval Club due to the typhoon weather.
He sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly, thinking about whether to go to the gym to do some boxing and exercise. The phone in the room suddenly rang, which made Fang Lang feel a little strange. He turned around and picked up the phone.
"Hello, I'm Fang Lang."
The voice on the phone was very surprising.
"Haha... General Fang, I heard that you were stranded in Rio de Janeiro by the typhoon, right?"
"Haha...it turns out to be General Mora,
Oh! Who said it wasn’t true? I encountered this kind of weather that only comes once every few years.”
The person who called turned out to be General Nero Mora, the Minister of the Air Force, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"That's perfect. I've always wanted to meet you, but you're always very busy. It's rare that you're free now. Would you like to come over to my place for tea?"
Fang Lang was very surprised by the sudden invitation from the Minister of the Air Force. He was not surprised at all that the other party knew that he was in Rio de Janeiro. After all, he had visited the Navy Headquarters almost every day in the previous week.
However, he didn't know why the other party suddenly invited him. But soon he had some guesses. After all, there were only a few things that connected him.
I turned my head and looked out the window. The sun pierced through the dark clouds and the sky. I guess the typhoon will soon pass. After thinking about it, I didn't refuse and replied directly:
“Haha… Thank you very much for the invitation, General. It’s my honor!
I wonder when you are free.”
When the other party heard Fang Lang agree directly, he was obviously very happy and said cheerfully:
"Haha...have tea with General Fang. I'm always available. If it's convenient for General Fang, I'll send a car to pick you up now."
Although it was a typhoon day, the sea water had obviously receded today. Yesterday, the road was flooded by the sea water. Therefore, Fang Lang understood that the other party had confirmed the weather conditions before inviting him.
It seems that the other party is very sincere! I smiled and declined the other party's idea of sending a car, and replied directly:
"Haha... General Mora is too polite. There's no need to send a car. I have one here. I'll visit you in your office when the rain stops a little."
Upon hearing this, the other party also laughed and said directly:
"Then I will be in the office, waiting for General Fang's arrival."
Through several contacts with General Nero Mora, Fang Lang had a very good impression of this general. At least compared to most of Brazil's fat and bloated generals, this general was both cultured and had good military achievements.
He received a complete set of air force knowledge training in the United States and led his soldiers to participate in World War II. He was considered a rare talent.
Not sure if both parties have American backgrounds, Fang Lang feels that the other party is very close to him. Judging from the other party's support for his airline's independent research and development of trainer aircraft, he should also be a general with a very strategic vision.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Lang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. He found that it was still early. Although the wind and rain outside had weakened, they had not stopped yet, so he was not in a hurry to leave.
Instead, after washing up, he went downstairs to the gym to practice standing and boxing, sweating all over, and then went back to the room to take a shower. When he finished all this, the wind and rain outside gradually weakened.
Fang Lang slowly changed into his military uniform and, under the escort of the guards, drove to the Air Force Headquarters near the Brazilian Ministry of Defense.
Although the wind and rain weakened along the way, the typhoon still caused considerable damage to Rio de Janeiro, a place rarely visited by typhoons.
There was water everywhere on the road and many trees were broken, so it was very difficult to walk along the way.
Brazil is different from my hometown in later generations. There are soldiers coming to various disaster-stricken areas to provide disaster relief, so the local people can only solve the problem themselves.
Fortunately, although this was a typhoon, we didn’t see many houses collapsed along the way, which reduced the probability of casualties.
It is no wonder that Rio de Janeiro was later called the City of God. With such a long coastline and a typhoon only occurring once every few years, it is hard not to think that God was blessing them.
Moreover, even if a typhoon is formed, its power can easily be reduced by wind shear.
This typhoon might even be recorded in Brazil's history. After all, there were broken tree branches on the road, which means the wind must have been quite strong.
I just don’t know whether my company has suffered any losses.
Along the way, Fang Lang was thinking about all sorts of random things. When the convoy finally arrived downstairs of the Air Force Headquarters, Fang Lang looked up and saw that the time was already half past ten.
Shaking his head helplessly, Fang Lang straightened his military uniform and got out of the car. Qi Qingshan was already standing by the door holding an umbrella.
It seemed that he was going to hold an umbrella for Fang Lang. Fang Lang smiled and took the umbrella from him, motioning for him to do it. Fang Lang didn't like to delegate such trivial matters to others.
Unless there is a security risk and the guards use black umbrellas to block the view of outsiders, Fang Lang will ask others to hold an umbrella for him. Otherwise, Fang Lang will do it himself whenever he can.
Qi Qingshan certainly knew Fang Lang's habits, so he didn't say much, but just followed Fang Lang with another umbrella.
Fang Lang, who had just taken the umbrella, looked up and found that there were already several people waiting at the door of the Air Force Headquarters. Leading among them was the Minister of the Air Force, General Nero Mora. It was unknown how long the other party had been waiting here.
This made Fang Lang feel very embarrassed. The dignified Minister of the Air Force personally greeted him at the door. What a great respect! Instantly, Fang Lang felt unprecedented attention.
This also made Fang Lang feel a little uneasy. Could it be that there were some excessive demands waiting for him?
Without time to think, Fang Lang took two quick steps, saluted from a distance, then quickly stepped forward and grasped the right hand of General Nero Mora, who had just saluted, and hurriedly explained:
"General, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!
I didn’t expect the weather to be so bad. The roads became very bad and it was very difficult for vehicles to move.”
General Nero Mora laughed and gave Fang Lang a big hug without caring about it.
"This is a rare typhoon weather in Brazil. I have only encountered it a few times in my life. If it weren't for this weather, we don't know when we would have the chance to get together again!
Besides, I didn’t wait long. You came at the perfect time.”
Fang Lang felt very comfortable with the other party's enthusiasm. He had to say that the other party was really good at dealing with people and made it impossible for anyone to say no.
After a brief greeting between the two, General Nero Mora introduced Fang Lang to the people who came out with him to greet them.
Most of these senior air force generals are still only colonel-level officers, but Fang Lang does not dare to look down on them. After all, these people can be regarded as the first generation of veterans of the Brazilian Air Force. If nothing unexpected happens, their future prospects are limitless.
After everyone got to know each other, they entered the Air Force Ministry's office building under the leadership of General Nero Mora.
Compared to the office buildings of the Army and Navy, the office space of the Air Force Ministry is obviously much smaller. After all, the size of the Brazilian Air Force is not much different from the number of aircraft in his aircraft carrier fleet.
Even the types of aircraft were still insufficient. Perhaps this was the reason why the Minister of the Air Force was so friendly to him! Maybe he even wanted to take over the aviation forces under his control!
During this period, people were not as clear about the use of aircraft as they were in later generations. This was not uncommon. The current US Air Force has the idea of swallowing up the Navy Aviation Force in one go.
Therefore, the more enthusiastic and polite the other party was, the more alert Fang Lang became. The other party said that he was inviting him to his office for tea, but he ended up inviting a bunch of air force officers to receive him. How could he not be alert?
With a vigilant attitude, Fang Lang followed the crowd into the Air Force Building without saying a word.
Soon, everyone came to a meeting room of the Air Force Department, talking and laughing. Fang Lang looked up and saw the words "Conference Room" written on the door. He pretended not to understand and said:
"General Mora's office is here?"
Nero Mora was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at Fang Lang, then looked at the group of air force officers following him. He couldn't help but burst into laughter. It took him a while to stop laughing and said:
"Haha... General Fang, don't get me wrong! We don't mean anything else.
I originally wanted to invite you to my office to have some tea and chat alone, but when the chief of staff and the others heard that you were coming, they all said they wanted to get to know you and have a casual exchange.
Don't worry, what we want to discuss is mainly about entrusting Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Company to manufacture aircraft."
Hearing this, Fang Lang carefully looked at the other person's expression and saw that he looked calm. He then turned to look at the other air force officers and saw that no one had any other expressions on their faces. He was relieved.
If it really is a problem about aircraft manufacturing, Fang Lang would certainly not have any problem. After all, this is also taking care of his own business!
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