From Fang Lang's words, General Nero Mora could tell that Fang Lang had seen through everything, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
However, as a general, he certainly would not lose his composure because of this.
Still smiling, he extended his right hand, made a gesture of invitation, and walked out of the meeting room first.
When everyone in the conference room saw that the two were about to leave, they all stood up at attention with serious faces and watched them walk out of the conference room.
General Neiro Mora's office is some distance away from this conference room. This conference room is in the middle of the second floor, while his office is located on the far left side of the third floor.
The two men talked and laughed as they went up the stairs, and officers saluted them from time to time.
After entering the third floor, walking through a long corridor, he came to an office with double doors. General Nero Mora pushed the door open and entered a small office with three desks.
There were three officers working inside. When they saw the two people come in, they all stood up and saluted.
Fang Lang noticed that after entering the office, General Nero Mora, who had been smiling all the time, immediately turned serious again.
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Even when the officers in the office saluted him, he just nodded. Fang Lang understood that this might be considered as taking off his disguise. He felt something interesting for no reason in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
When returning the greetings to several officers in the office, he seemed much more cheerful. He raised his hand and casually tapped his forehead, then smiled and continued walking inside behind General Nero Mora.
There is another door through this office, and behind this door is General Nero Mora's office. This design not only ensures the safety of the officers inside, but also protects their privacy.
After entering the office, Fang Lang casually looked around and found that the room was not as big as he had imagined. It was only three-quarters the size of his office at the Natal base.
A huge map of Brazil is hung on the wall on the left side of the entrance. In front of the map is a set of European-style sofas with carved wood. The red wood carvings are smooth and shiny, with complex and elegant lines. Paired with black leather cushions, it looks luxurious.
Opposite the map was a large wooden desk. On the wall behind the desk was a portrait. The person in the portrait was somewhat similar to General Nero Mora, but he was wearing a military uniform from the smoothbore musket era.
He looks very noble. Needless to say, this must be an ancestor of General Nero Mora.
There are three small windows on the wall opposite the door. Each window is less than one meter wide and looks like the small windows of a medieval castle.
"Fang, this way please!"
When Fang Lang was visiting the other party's office, General Nero Mora had already walked to the sofa area and pointed to a sofa, asking Fang Lang to sit down.
Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly and walked towards the sofa. As soon as he took a step, he found that there was a large carpet around the sofa, which felt very soft when he walked on it.
This made Fang Lang stunned, mainly because this was the first time he encountered an office with carpeted floors in Brazil. Most areas of Brazil are in the tropics, so few people would lay carpets at home.
Combined with the portrait behind the desk, Fang Lang had some guesses about General Nero Mora's family background. It seemed that he might be a descendant of European aristocracy!
However, this does not affect Fang Lang's relationship with the other party.
He casually sat on the European-style sofa that looked a bit old, stroked the carvings on the armrests, and sighed:
"The General's office looks really nice. I should find more opportunities to come over and sit down and absorb his noble aura."
General Nero Mora smiled bitterly upon hearing this.
"General Fang is joking.
I don't have your good Biluochun tea here, I only have some Assam black tea. I hope you don't mind. "
Then he turned around and walked to a tea table by the wall near the door and started to make tea for the two of them. Fang Lang smiled nonchalantly and said:
"It's okay. If General Mora likes our Chinese Kung Fu tea, I can give you a set of tea sets. Tea leaves are also a small gift."
This can be regarded as sparing no effort to promote Chinese culture.
General Nero Mora heard this and said with a smile on his face:
"I won't be polite with you!"
Obviously, he accepted Fang Lang's gift. Fang Lang really liked the other party's unpretentious personality, and said with a smile on his face:
"After I go back, I'll ask someone to send you a set, so that next time I come to your place, I can also drink Kung Fu tea."
Holding two cups of black tea, he handed one to Fang Lang. After Fang Lang took it, General Nero Mora sat on another sofa next to Fang Lang with a smile on his face.
"Then it's settled."
Fang Lang blew on the black tea twice and then took a sip. The taste was unexpectedly good. Obviously, the other party's English black tea should not be cheap.
I couldn't help but give the other person a thumbs up.
Seeing this, General Nero Mora smiled slightly, quickly adjusted his state, and then slowly spoke to Fang Lang:
"Fang, I made a fool of myself today."
Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled indifferently and said:
“Don’t worry about it, General Mora. I admire your talent very much.
I just didn’t expect that the Air Force, which was established only a few years ago, would have so many constraints.”
Seeing Fang Lang speak frankly about his views on the Air Force, General Nero Mora was not angry. He just sighed softly and then slowly spoke:
"Alas! Since our air force was established as an independent force, its size has expanded dramatically, and management has become more difficult than before."
Although General Nero Mora did not say it explicitly, Fang Lang already understood what he meant. It was obvious that the Air Force would be established as a separate force, and many people seized the opportunity to transfer to the Air Force.
These people are obviously outsiders with deep backgrounds in the National Defense Force. No wonder they dislike the excess technology. Real soldiers are all afraid that their equipment is not advanced enough. This is the first time I've heard of someone actively choosing worse equipment.
"It looks like you're not having a good time either!"
Hearing this, General Nero Mora smiled bitterly and shook his head, and continued helplessly:
"You should also be careful. I heard that some people are jealous of your aircraft carrier fleet. If it weren't for the strong opposition from General Crook and General Morais, your aircraft carrier fleet might have been stuffed with a few people."
Fang Lang's eyes narrowed when he heard this, but he remained expressionless and said:
"Haha...it doesn't matter! My aircraft carrier fleet is a melting pot, and everyone who enters will be quickly integrated.
I am not afraid of people trying to get in, but once they get in, it will be hard to get out.”
Hearing this, General Nero Mora suddenly smiled as if he had remembered something:
"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten how you managed to make Colonel Waldo Granma obey you so well!
We were all waiting to see a good show! But we didn't expect that this guy would stop immediately after he went in.
I heard that you made a colonel, a military officer, receive basic military training with ordinary soldiers?
To torture others to death."
Fang Lang obviously didn't like what he heard, and he directly retorted in dissatisfaction:
"Where did you hear this rumor? I have never tormented anyone!
He was originally appointed as the commander of the Marine Corps. At that time, our Marine Corps had just been formed and American advisers were responsible for training and guidance.
In order to integrate into the team as quickly as possible, he took the initiative to ask to join the training.
I was the one who advised him, how come I asked him to participate in the training?"
General Nero Mora obviously did not believe Fang Lang's words, and asked him with a playful look:
"Then why did I hear that he can only command two useless tank landing ships now?"
Fang Lang couldn't help but look the other party up and down. He didn't expect that he knew so much about the situation in his aircraft carrier formation, but he certainly couldn't admit it!
"Who told you this?
Although we are friends, if you falsely accuse me, I will sue you for defamation!
Colonel Waldo Granma has always been the highest commander of our Marine Corps, but he is old, and after participating in basic training for a period of time, his physical fitness cannot keep up, so he has to choose to withdraw from the training.
He himself wants to study armored tactics in the Marine Corps, but you know that our navy is short on military funds, so how can I afford to buy him tanks?
Fortunately, when the Americans sold us the aircraft carrier, they also gave us two tank landing ships, so I gave them to him for research first.”
Although Fang Lang spoke with great confidence, General Nero Mora had an expression that said anyone who believed him would be a fool. He almost said, "You're making it up, so go ahead and make it up."
This made Fang Lang very depressed.
However, General Nero Mora obviously did not really care about Colonel Waldo Granma. He was just joking between friends. Seeing that Fang Lang's answer seemed to be flawless, he did not continue to dwell on this topic.
"To be honest, I admire your courage. If I had your courage, things wouldn't have turned out like this.
Alas! It’s all tears if I talk too much!
Let’s not talk about this anymore, drink tea…drink tea.”
Hearing this, Fang Lang looked at the other party deeply and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, these guys staying in the center are really well-informed!
As the Minister of the Air Force, he knew exactly what happened in his fleet.
However, Fang Lang had never thought that he could hide it from everyone. Even if everyone knew, they couldn't do anything to him. After all, Fang Lang did not adjust Colonel Waldo Granma's position. In name, he was still the commander of the Marine Corps.
As for the other party giving up the rights in their hands, no one can say anything more.
Since General Nero Mora chose to end the topic on his own initiative, Fang Lang certainly would not continue to discuss it in depth.
After taking a sip of the tea in his hand, he took the initiative to change the subject:
"Since you are prepared to continue investing and wait for the T-1's engine upgrade, should we lower our requirements and research a piston engine trainer?"
General Nero Mora smiled bitterly at these words and shook his head helplessly.
"Do you think I want to deliberately lower my standards and get this damn piston-engine trainer?
Or do you think they really don't know that the T-1 trainer aircraft can be used directly as a ground attack aircraft?
The reason they raised the issue of T-1's technological surplus was that they wanted to reapply for a new R&D project in order to get money from the Ministry of Defense.
As for whether this project will be successful, or whether this model is advanced and suitable, they don't care at all.
Now, for my sake, you have taken the initiative to express your willingness to persuade Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Company to raise funds on its own to develop a piston engine trainer aircraft. They must be so happy!
Believe it or not, tomorrow I will have two new aircraft models on my desk for research and development applications, and these applications will soon be approved by the Ministry of Defense.”
Damn it! After all this time, the clown turned out to be me. I thought it was a simple political struggle, but it turned out to be a business.
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