After standing there for a while, General Nero Mora returned to the sofa weakly, sat down on it, and looked up at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Fang Lang didn't say much when he saw this, but just looked at the other person quietly. Some things are useless to talk about, and in the end one still has to figure it out on one's own.
After a long while, General Nero Mora turned his head to look at Fang Lang and said helplessly:
"General Fang, what do you think I should do?"
Seeing the other party's expression, Fang Lang glared at him unhappily before saying:
"Look at how useless you are. You are the Minister of the Air Force, and you are so easily sidelined?
If I were you, I would just find a pillow and die."
General Nero Mora, who was waiting for Fang Lang to give him some advice, was scolded by Fang Lang and was completely confused. He thought, I'm already in this state, it's fine if you don't comfort me, but you actually scold me.
“You…you…”
...
...
After stammering twice, General Nero Mora couldn't think of any rebuttal. He could only sigh helplessly, lean back on the sofa, and continue looking at the ceiling.
Fang Lang, who had been thinking of provoking the other party, was stunned when he saw this. This kid couldn't be so fragile! He couldn't stand just two sentences?
"Why, you have nothing to say, so you just admit defeat?"
Nero Mora, who was staring at the ceiling in a trance, did not speak. He just sat up straight again and looked at Fang Lang. His eyes were red and he said expressionlessly:
"Fang, I know what you mean. It's not that I don't want to do something. It's mainly because these people are so intertwined and complicated that I can't control them at all.
They could replace me at any time.”
Fang Lang didn't know what Nero Mora was thinking, but since he knew all this, he couldn't just turn a blind eye and let the situation continue. In this way, the relationships that had been hard to build in the Brazilian Air Force would have to be rebuilt again.
It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to find a replacement for Nero Mora, it was mainly because he thought this guy was actually pretty good. At least he should be an officer with the idea of strengthening the army.
So, he thought about it and said directly without beating around the bush:
"Who asked you to hold them down? I mean, if you can't beat them, why not join them?"
Upon hearing this, General Nero Mora jumped up from the sofa and looked at Fang Lang in disbelief.
"What? You want me to join them. Do you know what the consequences will be? In less than two years, the entire Brazilian Air Force will be ruined, do you know that?"
Fang Lang looked at Nero Mora who was excited, smiled, said nothing, and pointed to his own teacup, indicating to the other party that his tea was gone.
As a result, the old man turned his head away and pretended not to see it. This made Fang Lang laugh. This guy is not young anymore! Why is he still like a child?
Helplessly, he stood up and walked to the tea table at the back, brought the teapot over, sat back on the sofa, poured himself a cup, and then poured another cup for the other person, then he said slowly:
"From what I hear you say, if you don't join them, will the Brazilian Air Force still be saved?"
Nero Mora, who was full of hatred, was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. He just turned around and stared at Fang Lang fiercely without saying a word.
Fang Lang, however, remained unmoved as he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked at the other person with a smile on his face, as if waiting for his answer.
After the two looked at each other for a long time, Nero Mora finally lost and said with dissatisfaction:
"My values tell me that I can't do this."
After taking a look at the luxurious decoration in the office, Fang Lang said maliciously with a slightly sarcastic tone:
"You said you were an ordinary second lieutenant in the army. Are you trying to tell me that you come from a poor family?
But look at the luxurious decoration in your office, look at this extravagant sofa, look at this thick carpet.
Don’t tell me this wasn’t purchased with Air Force money.”
As he spoke, Fang Lang stroked the armrest of the sofa and kicked the carpet under his feet with his leather shoes from time to time.
Without waiting for the other party to refute, Fang Lang spoke directly:
"Don't tell me you moved this from your own home. And the color of the portrait looks very new! It can't be left by your ancestors!"
Nero Mora's face flushed red, and he could no longer hold back and stood up, staring at Fang Lang, and said in a cold tone:
"General Fang, what do you want to say?"
Seeing that the other party did not refute, it was obvious that he was right. Although the other party was very fierce, Fang Lang was not raised to be scared, so how could he be intimidated by him.
This was clearly a performance of appearing powerful but actually being weak. He waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning the other party to sit down and talk. He looked at the other party without any fear, and saw that the other party was still staring at him without saying a word.
Fang Lang couldn't help but smile, and continued to speak slowly:
"Okay, General Mora, we are all family.
We can all understand this kind of thing. You didn't spend my money to decorate your office, so I don't care how luxurious your office is! We all risked our lives to get rich today, so what's wrong with enjoying it a little?
I know you just embezzled part of the funds to create a better working environment for yourself so that you can better serve the country!
I understand all this. My office is much bigger than yours. Do I have to lower my standards? "
As he said this, he reached out and patted the arm of General Nero Mora, who was standing in front of him with an unhappy look on his face, and motioned for him to sit down.
Seeing Fang Lang's attitude, General Nero Mora also understood that the other party was not looking for trouble with him, but what he said sounded really unpleasant, so he shook off the hand that was slapping his arm with dissatisfaction, sat down angrily, and said in a bad tone:
"What do you mean?"
Fang Lang didn't take it seriously when he saw this. He just smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip before saying:
"Don't you understand what I mean? After all, we are all the same, so why not just join them?
At least we have more principles and bottom lines than them.
With your status, after joining them, you should take the initiative and let you take charge of these matters!
If you were in charge, at least you wouldn't organize a project that is obviously behind in development!
I have to say, these guys are really stupid. If it were me, I would definitely apply directly to research jet trainer aircraft. That thing can apply for more funding, and it requires continuous investment.
This will not only benefit myself, but also the Air Force. It is better than their blind actions, don't you think? "
General Nero Mora could never have imagined that Fang Lang would come up with such logic. It sounded fine, but he felt like something was wrong.
However, the jet trainer mentioned by Fang Lang caught his attention. He looked at Fang Lang in disbelief and said:
"You mean that your Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Plant already has the ability to manufacture jet aircraft."
Fang Lang glared at General Nero Mora and said unhappily:
"Is this what I'm talking to you about now?
What good is it if we can build jet planes or missiles if you don't have complete control of the Air Force?"
"What? You can also build missiles?"
At this moment Fang Lang couldn't help but admire this guy. Although he might be suspected of abusing his power for personal gain, he was really keen on the new equipment and development of the Air Force, and was very attentive.
Fang Lang rolled his eyes and quickly came up with a plan:
"Are you stupid? Turboprop engines have already been developed, so how far are jet engines from being developed?
As long as we can invest real money, isn't it only a matter of time before we can manufacture a jet plane?
Alas! It's a pity that now there are a bunch of idiots who insist on studying piston engines. I am also impressed. "
After hearing Fang Lang's words, General Nero Mora stood up impatiently and began to pace back and forth in the office, slapping the palm of his left hand with his right fist.
He murmured to himself:
"Yes, our aviation industry has already started, and we must not stop. With the turboprop engine, the next step is the jet engine, and then the missile engine.
Soon our Air Force will be able to fly jet engines and fight with missiles.
No, no, we can't let these bastards ruin the Brazilian Air Force's chance to rise. I want to take back the rights of the Air Force.
That's right...that's right...research more advanced aircraft.
To hell with the damn piston engine!"
General Nero Mora almost shouted the last sentence, which scared Fang Lang who had been watching from the side. He thought, this old guy doesn't look like he is in a very good brain, will he be fooled by me?
Fang Lang was so frightened that he was shaking all over. Before he could react, he saw General Nero Mora turn around and step directly in front of Fang Lang. He grabbed Fang Lang's hand and held it tightly, saying:
"General Fang, you are right. We cannot let those idiots succeed. The research and development of new projects must be led by us.
Yes, it's us. Only you and I really understand the technology and know what the aircraft of the future will look like.
Since they want to make money, we take advantage of their mentality and apply for more suitable research projects.
With them, we will definitely be able to get more R&D funds and carry out more research projects, yes, that's it!"
Fang Lang grinned at the other party who was nagging here, his face flushed red. He was not excited because the other party was convinced by him, but because the old man grabbed Fang Lang's hand too hard and squeezed Fang Lang so hard that he almost cried out.
Finally, I couldn't help but break through the defense and said:
"Hey hey... hey... if you have something to say, please say it nicely, be gentle... hiss... be gentle.
You are right, they don't understand aviation technology, we are the experts, ...hiss...ah! ...let go of your hand...let go quickly, hiss...you are right.
Let go quickly..."
After hearing Fang Lang's intermittent words, General Nero Mora finally reacted and quickly let go. He touched Fang Lang's hand with a sincere look on his face and apologized repeatedly:
"I'm sorry! General Fang, it's me... I lost my composure."
For some reason, Fang Lang always felt that the guy opposite him was doing it on purpose, but he couldn't seem to find any evidence.
But considering that the other party seemed to have turned around, he did not bother with him. While rubbing his palms, Fang Lang wondered if this old guy had any kung fu skills!
With my physique and my regular martial arts training, even though he suddenly attacked and grabbed my hand, it shouldn't have hurt so much!
"You're right. We need to tell them that the backward products they came up with are just small-time efforts. They have no future and can't make money. It's a thankless waste of effort.
If we are going to do something, we should do high-tech and large-scale projects, so that we can not only produce high-end products but also make more money.
You can also see the real product, and even if someone comes to check, they won’t find any problems.
If you can integrate into this interest group and bring them greater benefits, they will definitely support your work, so that you can completely control the Air Force Ministry. "
Upon hearing this, General Nero Mora also nodded with a smile on his face and said:
"You're right. I'll organize a meeting with them this afternoon and tell them clearly that their tricks are too low-level. Only by following me can they make big money."
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