Fang Lang already had his own guesses about the current situation, but he did not show it. Instead, he observed Homero Wenger beside him calmly.
Want to see if he is really what he thinks.
“Without a chief designer, it’s only your design department that’s affected! The production line has not been affected, right?
Don't tell me you can't even make the original Beetle."
I don't know if he has heard Fang Lang's dissatisfaction from his tone. Homero Wenger seemed a little nervous and waved his hand quickly:
“Boss, rest assured, when we first established the joint venture factory, we had already transferred most of the information from Porsche Germany over here.
The construction of the company's production line has not been affected in any way. Last Wednesday, the first "Beetle" manufactured in Brazil rolled off the assembly line successfully. A total of 35 units have now been produced for testing.
If there are no problems with the test, it can be put into large-scale production.”
Hearing that the production line was successfully completed, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Since a vehicle had already rolled off the assembly line successfully, although it was still being tested, Fang Lang estimated that this should also be a means.
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The other party said that most of the information of Porsche in Germany had been transferred over. Fang Lang's heart moved slightly, and he continued calmly:
"Oh! Most of the data has been transferred here? What data do you mean?
Since the company's chief designer has been detained, the important information should have been sealed by the Allies!"
Homero Wenger saw Fang Lang's expression eased slightly, and hurriedly whispered:
"Boss, these materials are all important research materials of Porsche, most of which are about the research and development of engines for cars, airplanes, and ships.
It is also an important basis for us to quickly start production of engines in Brazil."
Then his eyes casually swept over the driver in front and Qi Qingshan, who was sitting in the passenger seat with an expressionless face, looking straight ahead.
He leaned slightly towards Fang Lang and said in a voice so low that only Fang Lang could hear:
"There is also some important information about the Porsche factory's development of the Tiger tank."
Hearing this, Fang Lang was delighted, but he looked at the other party with some displeasure on his face and said:
“There were only a few of us in the car, so there was no need to lower our voices.
You have to understand that we cooperated with Porsche because we were attracted by the car production capacity of the Porsche factory.
As for the Tiger tank development data you mentioned, our company has no objection.
If we are not careful enough, it may bring us unnecessary risks.
Keeping these things in the company is like a time bomb.”
He looked up at Qi Qingshan who was sitting in the co-pilot seat and said in a calm tone:
"Qingshan, when we get to the company, take someone to seal up all this information, and report the situation here to our allies to see how we can best handle this information."
Qi Qingshan turned his head upon hearing this, and his eyes quickly swept over Fang Lang. They exchanged glances quickly, and nodded seriously and naturally:
"Yes, boss!"
Homero Wenger obviously did not expect Fang Lang to react like this. For a moment, he was still a little unresponsive. After a while, he waved his hands and said:
"Boss, no, no!
These materials are the result of Mr. Porsche's years of hard work, and they cannot be handed over to the Americans so easily!
Boss, please believe me! As long as we keep these materials well, after Mr. Porsche is released from prison, we will be able to manufacture a brand new Tiger tank for you under his leadership. "
Hearing this, Fang Lang became more alert, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be puzzled and said:
"The war is over, why are we still building tanks? Besides, the most advanced tanks are no longer Tigers, so what's the point of these data?
The reason why Mr. Porsche is still being detained is not because he did not hand over this information!
If we hand this information over to the Allies, maybe we can get Mr. Porsche out of prison right away?
This way, our design studio won’t continue to be idle!”
When Homero Wenger heard this, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes and his expression became a little gloomy, but he soon returned to normal. Unfortunately, all this did not escape Fang Lang's eyes.
“Boss, you have to think about how important the information is that Mr. Porsche would rather be imprisoned by the Allies than hand it over.
With your connections in the Allied Forces, you only need to bail Mr. Porsche out. Then Mr. Porsche can lead us to produce qualified Tiger tanks again.
This is something that can be sold for a lot of money.”
Fang Lang's eyes were cold, he looked ahead casually, and said in a flat tone:
"So, you actually just want me to bail out Mr. Porsche, right?"
Homero Wenger was obviously stunned by these words. He looked up at Fang Lang in surprise, and found that the other party's eyes were not on him. His face changed, as if he noticed something wrong, and he quickly waved his hand to explain:
"Boss, that's not what I meant. I meant that this information is very important and we really can't just give it to the Allies so easily.
We would suffer a huge loss if we did this. As long as we have this information, we can directly produce tanks after Mr. Porsche comes out.
Boss, you are a general, you must know the role of tanks!"
Fang Lang tilted his head slightly, glanced at Homero Wenger who was trying to defend himself, and smiled slightly:
“I know the role of tanks, but unfortunately I am in the navy, and tanks are not as important to me as you think.
You just said that I have connections in the Allied Forces. You are right. I am a member of the Allied Forces. Do you think it is worth destroying my reputation in the Allied Forces for a tank design?"
This situation was obviously different from what Homero Wenger had expected. He was very clear about Fangyuan Group's layout in the military industry, so he deliberately and inadvertently revealed that the Porsche factory now had research and development information on the Tiger tank.
Normally, Fang Lang would be very interested. Then, he would try every possible way to promote this project. In order to smoothly promote this project, Fang Lang would also try every possible way to take the initiative to get Mr. Porsche out of the Allied prison without him saying much.
As for what to do after fishing it out, he already has a complete plan.
Unexpectedly, the plan encountered difficulties at the first step before it officially started.
The other side's reaction was not to use the information to develop tanks, but to give the information to the Allies. If they really did that, wouldn't it be meaningless for them to find ways to bring the information from Germany to Brazil?
Mr. Porsche's insistence on staying in prison would become meaningless, and even his prison life would become a joke.
This is something he absolutely cannot accept.
“But, Boss, this… this is your chance to get into the Army equipment business!
Could it be that you..."
Fang Lang interrupted Homero Wenger before he could finish. Looking out the window, the team seemed to be approaching the Porsche factory in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
"Mr. Homero Wenger, these are not important. I am curious about a question now. I wonder if you can answer it for me?"
He noticed that Fang Lang's eyes seemed to have become a little cold when he looked at him. This was completely different from the angry emotion he had when he first met him because he said that the progress of the Porsche factory was slow.
At this moment, Homero Wenger only felt a cold aura emanating from the other party, which made him shiver involuntarily. He no longer dared to pester the other party like he did when they just met in order to pull the other party to the factory.
Instead, my whole body became a little stiff.
He didn't know what question Fang Lang wanted to ask, but judging from the other party's attitude, it was definitely not an easy question to answer.
But he certainly couldn't refuse to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and say:
"Boss, please speak!"
When Fang Lang ordered Qi Qingshan to seal the information, Qi Qingshan had already noticed Fang Lang's strange emotions, so he became alert.
Now even the driver noticed that the atmosphere in the car was not right, and the adjutant Qi Qingshan had unconsciously pulled out the pistol from his belt.
The space in the car was limited, and Qi Qingshan's actions did not escape Homero Wenger's notice, nor did he intend to hide it from the other party. So, at this moment, Homero Wenger had begun to regret his action of pestering Fang Lang today.
Fang Lang also noticed Qi Qingshan's actions. He smiled but did not say anything. Instead, he stared into Homero Wenger's eyes and asked word by word:
"Can you tell me why Mr. Paul left?"
Hearing this, Homero Wenger raised his hand unconsciously, rubbed his nose with his index finger, and then said as if recalling:
"It seems to be to provide a better education for the children at home."
Seeing the other party rubbing his nose, Fang Lang smiled slightly and continued to ask slowly:
"Do you believe it?"
Homero Wenger raised his head quickly, his eyes met Fang Lang's, and he said in a very affirmative tone:
"Sure, why not?"
After saying this, he shrugged his shoulders.
Seeing this, Fang Lang put away his smile, stared closely into Homero Wenger's eyes, and said word by word:
"Why did I hear that you pushed him away?"
These words obviously scared Homero Wenger, and he unconsciously stepped back slightly in the car seat. There was a hint of panic in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
"Boss, someone must have deliberately framed me, please believe me.
I have worked for Porsche for nearly ten years and I may have offended some people at work. This must be their revenge, and I would never do such a thing. "
Fang Lang did not continue to ask questions, but just looked at the other party with a playful look on his face. Until the other party's expression began to become very unnatural, he smiled slightly and said:
"Yeah! What you said makes sense, I believe you!
Who do you think is deliberately slandering you and saying bad things about you behind your back?"
At this moment, Homero Wenger could no longer maintain his composure, and said hurriedly in a panic:
“Boss, it must be that bastard Ivar Beard, it must be him.
Some time ago, I transferred him from the position of workshop director to warehouse manager. Since then, he has been very dissatisfied with me and speaks ill of me everywhere in the company every day. It must be him.
Boss, you must believe me, I am innocent. "
Fang Lang's mouth curled up slightly, and he continued calmly:
"Yes! I will have someone conduct a detailed investigation. If you were really framed by him, I will definitely clear your name."
Homero Wenger seemed to have reacted a little, his eyes twitched unconsciously and his expression became a little ugly. He was not a stupid man, and he had already noticed something was wrong at this moment.
Fang Lang said that if he was framed, he would be cleared of all charges, but he did not say what punishment the other party would receive for framing him.
But at this time he didn't dare to say much. He felt that he should talk less now. After all, the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made.
He immediately said with a look of gratitude on his face:
"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"
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