The tall blond man did not hide anything from his boss and said without hesitation:
"Of course, although the local employees may not be skilled enough, we are fully capable of producing Beetles and can start large-scale production at any time."
Fang Lang's eyes moved when he heard this, and he continued to ask:
"Then do you know why it hasn't started production yet?"
The tall blond man was obviously stunned. He glanced at Fang Lang with some uncertainty and said:
"Boss, I don't know the answer to this question either, but I heard that the establishment of the sales network seems to be not going smoothly."
Fang Lang didn't say much after hearing this. He glanced at Qi Qingshan who was walking towards him quickly, smiled at the tall blond man without comment, and patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Okay, I won't disturb your work then."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out in the direction of Qi Qingshan.
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...
After walking two steps, he seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at the tall blond man and asked:
"By the way, what's your name?"
The tall blond man, who was still a little dazed, was delighted when he heard this and quickly said:
"Boss, my name is Charles Hopkins, an engineer at the Power Research Laboratory."
Fang Lang smiled with satisfaction and nodded:
"You are very good, do a good job!"
Charles Hopkins was very excited to receive personal praise from his boss. His face flushed with excitement as he said:
"Yes, boss!"
After the two of them exchanged a few words, Qi Qingshan had already walked quickly to Fang Lang's side and whispered to him:
"Boss, the data room has been completely sealed. I checked the information inside and found that there are indeed research and development drawings of the Tiger tank."
Hearing this, Fang Lang nodded and continued walking forward.
"From now on, arrange for someone to guard the data room 24 hours a day. No one is allowed to enter or leave without my permission."
As Fang Lang's adjutant, Qi Qingshan clearly understood Fang Lang's thoughts and nodded quickly:
"Yes, boss!"
At the same time, he looked around and saw that there was no one else around, so he lowered his voice again and said:
"This guy named Homero Wenger just ran off to organize a meeting. Do you want to arrange for someone to look after him?"
Fang Lang sneered and said nonchalantly:
"No, let him go! I want to see what tricks he can come up with.
The tiger doesn't show its power and treats me as a sick cat. Now it's playing this trick of turning the tables on me. Let me show him how dark the Brazilian society is.
Call the group company's security department and mobilize personnel. I'm going to do a major cleanup today."
Qi Qingshan's eyes also flashed with a hint of coldness, and he nodded to Fang Lang and said:
"Boss, do you want to transfer the guards over here?"
"No, this guy's control is not that strong. If I'm right, he can only control some of the management.
I am more curious about how the people appointed by our Fangyuan Group were won over by them."
Fang Lang waved his hand indifferently.
Seeing Fang Lang's calm face, Qi Qingshan couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Boss, why did you still want to hold a meeting with them? Obviously, all the people attending this meeting are his people! Even if they are not his people, they must have been bribed by him. We can't hear the real thing at all."
With a hint of sarcasm on his lips, Fang Lang seemed to be talking to himself:
"Yes! Those who attend the meeting must be his own people, so it will save me a lot of trouble."
Qi Qingshan immediately understood the meaning behind this, and with bright eyes he looked at Fang Lang and said:
"Is the boss just waiting for them to jump out on their own so that he can catch them all in one fell swoop?"
"It's not easy to catch them all in one fell swoop, but these people must be the main characters. As long as we catch them, the rest will be easy."
At this moment, Qi Qingshan understood what Fang Lang meant and couldn't help but chuckle.
Fang Lang glared at him unhappily and said:
"What are you laughing at? Once he gathers everyone in the conference room, you will be responsible for keeping them all under control."
"Ah! Aren't you going to attend a meeting?"
Qi Qingshan looked at Fang Lang in surprise, obviously not expecting Fang Lang to be so simple and direct.
"Why would I go to participate when I know they are trying to fool me? Are you so bored?
You just need to inform Zhong Ze from the Investigation Department to take over. Remember to make these guys admit that they were instructed by the German Porsche company to do something that harmed our interests.
It must not become Homero Wenger's personal behavior, do you understand what I mean?
At the same time, we must lodge a solemn representation to Porsche Germany about Mr. Porsche's behavior of evading war crimes and secretly transferring tank information to our joint venture with the intention of putting us on the brink of crime.
See what Porsche in Germany has to say.
At the same time, I want to tell Zhong Ze that I am very dissatisfied with their recent work.
If I find similar problems again, their investigation department will be disbanded!"
Fang Lang had no interest in getting too entangled with a small character like Homero Wenger. He did not kill him right away in order to let him gather his own people and make it easier for him to clean him up.
How could I possibly attend such a meaningless meeting?
This guy named Homero Wenger obviously didn't understand the situation and treated everyone as fools. He didn't even look at whose territory this was. The moment Fang Lang discovered that this guy was abnormal, his fate was doomed.
If he could have been stubborn to the end, Fang Lang might have looked up to him. But this idiot lost his composure after being threatened and began to organize his people to attend the meeting.
He hoped that everyone at the meeting would agree with his point of view and continue to fool Fang Lang. It was a miracle that such a stupid person could reach his current position.
Fang Lang was too lazy to waste his energy on such a person!
After Qi Qingshan understood Fang Lang's meaning, he also smiled and saluted:
"Yes, boss!"
Then he turned around and left without hesitation. Needless to say, the management of Porsche Brazil will face a bloody purge next. As for what the people who are purged will face, it depends on the methods of the investigation department.
However, based on Fang Lang's understanding of the Military Control Commission, and the fact that Fang Lang had clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with their work, it was estimated that the fate of these people would be very miserable, and it would be a luxury to want to be repatriated to Germany.
Fang Lang glanced at Qi Qingshan's back as he left, smiled slightly, walked over to a worker who was debugging equipment nearby and asked:
"Hello, how do I get to the warehouse?"
This worker was obviously a local Brazilian worker, and his skin was shiny and oily from being tanned by the sun. He was slightly stunned after hearing Fang Lang's question, and after seeing Fang Lang's dress and the people standing around him, he realized that Fang Lang was an important person.
He quickly put down the tools in his hands and pointed to a huge factory building at the back of the factory near the side door.
"That's the warehouse over there!"
Fang Lang had no intention of chatting with the other party. He smiled and nodded.
"Thanks!"
Then Fang Lang walked around the factory leisurely, looking around, and slowly headed towards the warehouse. He had to say that the planning and construction of the entire factory were very good, much better than what he had seen in Mercedes-Benz. The only shortcoming was that there were no busy workers on the production line.
However, the workers in each workshop were gathered together for training. Some new workers were learning to operate mechanical equipment under the guidance of German workers. There was also a group of people learning around them.
Fang Lang walked and looked around and soon arrived at the warehouse. The so-called warehouse was actually a huge factory building where various parts were piled up in different categories. Most of these parts were made of metal, so there was a distinct smell of iron and anti-rust grease in the warehouse.
The management of the warehouse is obviously stricter than that of the workshop. When Fang Lang and others came to the door of the warehouse and wanted to go in, they were stopped outside by a worker.
"I'm sorry, this is a storage area, no entry without permission! What can I do for you?"
Fang Lang was not angry about this. Instead, he smiled with satisfaction and said:
"I'm looking for Mr. Ivar Beard. Is he here?"
Upon hearing this, the worker looked Fang Lang up and down for a while before nodding and saying:
"He's counting the goods. What do you call him? I'll go and call him over for you."
Fang Lang nodded and said:
"Tell him my name is Fang Lang."
The worker was stunned when he heard this. He felt as if he had heard this name somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. However, he still nodded to Fang Lang and said:
"Then you wait here. I'll go call him for you. Please don't come in casually."
After saying that, he did not forget to stretch out his hand to everyone, indicating that no entry was allowed. After seeing Fang Lang nod in confirmation, he turned around and walked inside.
After about two minutes, a middle-aged white man about 180 cm tall, with a slightly unshaven face and wearing a work hat, walked towards me quickly. The skin on his face was a little rough, and he looked like an ordinary worker.
When he saw the people at the warehouse door, he recognized Fang Lang at a glance and walked straight towards him.
Fang Lang realized that this person should be the former workshop director, Mr. Iva Beard, and he smiled and extended his hand to him. When he was about to greet him, a big-bellied white man came out of a small room next to the warehouse and shouted at Iva Beard without any courtesy:
"Iva Beard, what are you doing here? It's working hours now. Who allowed you to leave your job? Get back here right now, or you won't have to come to work tomorrow."
This made Fang Lang, who had already stretched out his hand, stunned. He turned around and looked at the other person. He saw that this white man was pot-bellied, less than 1.7 meters tall, with a big red nose and a red face. He could smell the alcohol emanating from him from a long distance away.
Coupled with the fact that the other person looked sleepy, Fang Lang knew that this guy must have drunk too much and was still drunk.
Seeing him drinking like this at work during working hours, Fang Lang's face turned pale, but he didn't say anything, just looked at the drunk white man with cold eyes.
Iva Beard, who had walked out quickly, saw Fang Lang extending his right hand towards him, and quickly took off the gloves on his hands. He rubbed his right hand on his clothes a few times, and was about to extend his right hand to shake hands with Fang Lang. His mouth was already open, ready to greet Fang Lang.
Unexpectedly, he heard a scolding voice from the side. After turning to look at the white drunk, his expression changed. At the same time, he also noticed the change in Fang Lang's expression. At this moment, he had no time to care about this guy who was not aware of his own life or death.
He took two quick steps, grasped Fang Lang's right hand, bowed and saluted:
"Hello, boss! I'm Iva Beard, nice to meet you!"
Seeing this, Fang Lang also turned to look at the other party, smiled and nodded:
"Hello! Mr. Ivar Beard, do you know me?"
Iva Beard smiled shyly and said:
"Boss, I met you from afar when I was in Germany, and I am very grateful that you can help me and my family find a new life."
Fang Lang heard this and glanced at the drunk white man who was staggering towards the two of them, cursing something dirty, and said to him calmly:
"It seems like your new life isn't going to be very happy!"
Iva Beard smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and shrugged helplessly at Fang Lang.
"I hope the boss doesn't mind. There are always a few assholes no matter where you are. But please believe that most of us are grateful."
Hearing the other party's words that were obviously meaningful, Fang Lang looked at him meaningfully.
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