Fang Xinshui now understood Fang Lang's attitude towards both parties, and touched his chin and said:
"I understand what you mean. As far as I know, we are now in contact with people in Shanghai and Tianjin. However, they don't seem willing to directly provide us with labor or immigrants. Instead, they are more willing to use money to buy medicines.
Does this mean that if they become the new owners of their hometowns, our labor dispatch companies will have to stop accepting workers from their hometowns? "
Fang Lang looked at Fang Xinshui with some surprise. He didn't expect that his company had already established contact with this poor relative from his hometown.
"It doesn't matter. We still have at least one more year of golden time. During this period, the government officials will definitely become even crazier. Maybe after this final craziness, the number of our fellow countrymen arriving in Brazil may exceed tens of millions.
Considering the current population base of less than 60 million in Brazil, the number of Chinese people reaching this number is already sufficient for us. If there are more, it may cause a backlash in Brazil.
We must also know when to stop and not cause unnecessary trouble. As long as the number of Chinese in Brazil reaches tens of millions, we will become an important force in Brazil, and no one will dare to look down on us.
In addition, if we vigorously train and educate our own people to become high-quality talents and have sufficient influence in the political and business circles, our position will be more solid.”
Seeing that Fang Lang had already prepared for the future, Fang Xinshui put aside his worries and nodded directly:
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"I know what to do, but their policy is to confiscate our assets. We have a lot of money deposited in the bank in our hometown, so it seems we have to prepare early."
"It doesn't matter. We should transfer the gold and cash back to Brazil as soon as possible and transfer the banks in Shanghai to Hong Kong. After the war in our hometown is over, we will see how to adjust our strategy based on the policies in our hometown."
Fang Xinshui glanced at Fang Lang with some suspicion.
"Are you sure that Hong Kong City will be safe? If our poor relatives really take Hong Kong City with the power of a great victory, I don't believe these British guys will resist."
Fang Lang heard contempt for the British in Fang Xinshui's words. It seemed that after this period of development, the Chinese in Brazil have gradually begun to get rid of their original awe of foreigners. This made him very happy.
"Don't worry! Our poor relatives just have poor basic conditions now, but they are not stupid. The port city has a special geographical location and will become a window for them to communicate with the outside world in the future. They will not cut off this natural communication channel by themselves."
Fang Xinshui's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said with surprise:
"According to what you said, our company should also increase its investment in Hong Kong City!
Moving the bank to Gangcheng is only the first step. We, Hongyitang, and Bai Cunbao of Gangcheng Hongmen Dashengtang, have close business dealings. We must take this opportunity to establish a bridgehead in Gangcheng!
Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for us Chinese in Brazil to not be able to find a way to communicate with our hometown.”
Fang Lang looked at Fang Xinshui beside him and smiled slightly:
“You can decide these things by yourself. I am very optimistic about the development prospects of Hong Kong City. Our family wants to establish contact with our hometown, and building an office in Hong Kong City is an indispensable step. Otherwise, it will be difficult for so many Chinese in Brazil to return to their hometown to visit relatives.
In addition to Hong Kong, we also need to find ways to expand our influence in Macau. Macau, like us, is a Portuguese-speaking region, and we have an advantage in language communication.”
Fang Lang will not tell Fang Xinshui yet that he has already started preparing for the upcoming conflict on the peninsula. As a Chinese, no matter how high his status is in Brazil or how much influence Chinese people have in Brazil, he can never change the status of Chinese people in the world.
As the hometown of all Chinese people, his hometown can speak for Chinese people all over the world. Only when his hometown is strong can overseas Chinese truly stand up straight. This is something that Fang Lang can never replace no matter how hard he works in Brazil.
Therefore, Fang Lang must fully support the development of his hometown and promote its strength. Only when his hometown is strong can overseas Chinese like them truly hold their heads high and not be bullied.
The conflict on the peninsula is a huge crisis for my hometown. Crisis, crisis. Danger naturally means opportunity. The leaders of my hometown are all outstanding politicians and military strategists who have experienced the test of post-war. Of course, they can see the dangers and opportunities therein.
As long as my hometown can win this conflict, it will be an unprecedentedly exciting opportunity for Chinese people all over the world.
After all, the Americans are now known as the world's most powerful country. If my hometown can defeat the Americans, the boost to national self-confidence will be unparalleled. Although it is a pity that Fang Lang cannot directly stand on the side of his hometown and make direct efforts, it is his duty to quietly support his hometown behind the scenes.
Fang Xinshui of Haojing is of course very familiar with this. After all, when Brazil was developing, it lacked talents who were proficient in Chinese and Portuguese, so they came to Haojing and poached many people.
Now when he heard Fang Lang mention Haojiang, he immediately understood what he meant. Given Brazil's status in Portugal, it must be higher than Haojiang.
In this case, the Portuguese authorities could not refuse Brazilian businessmen who wanted to invest in Macau. For this reason alone, it would be much easier for Brazilian capital to develop in Macau than in the port city controlled by Britain, at least there would be much less resistance from the upper levels.
As for the Chinese capital coming to invest in Brazil, what can the Portuguese do? With the Fang family's current influence in Brazil, the Portuguese authorities cannot do anything to harm the Fang family's investment.
"Haojiang? Isn't that place too small?"
After hearing Fang Lang's words, Fang Xinshui asked uncertainly.
Fang Lang saw that his soldiers had already loaded the ammunition boxes unloaded from the truck onto the transport boat. The boat was obviously taking up a lot of water due to the weight of the gold, so for safety reasons he quickly stretched out his hand and signaled everyone to stop.
"That's enough. The transport boat can't carry so much at once. Let's take this cargo first and wait for the next boat to carry the rest."
After saying that, he turned to look at Fang Xinshuidao:
“Uncle, size doesn’t matter, the smaller we are, the easier it is for us to expand our influence.
We will discuss this issue slowly after we return to the ship. Now I need you to help me escort these things with the transport boat and make sure that everything is safely on board."
Upon hearing this, Fang Xinshui realized that it was indeed not suitable for the two of them to continue communicating here. He glanced at the waterline of the transport boat and looked at these neatly arranged crates with some surprise.
Although they looked like ammunition, Fang Xinshui was sure that they were definitely not ammunition. After all, this was India, and they had no reason to transport ammunition to India.
But with such a heavy weight, plus the importance Fang Lang attached to it, Fang Xinshui made his own judgment about the goods. He looked at his nephew in surprise, then glanced at the inland direction which seemed pitch black, and realized that this must have been obtained illegally from India. He couldn't help but sigh at his nephew's audacity.
"No problem. I will personally escort this batch of goods onto the ship and then be responsible for receiving them on board. You only need to handle matters here and don't have to worry about the situation on board."
Seeing that Fang Xinshui did not ask too much about the specific situation of the goods, Fang Lang smiled slightly. He did not mind the other party knowing what was being transported, but since the other party did not take the initiative to ask, he was not going to tell the other party now. After all, the fewer people who knew about India's operation this time, the better.
As for whether the other party had an idea in his mind, he had already seen everything from his eyes, but as his uncle, Fang Lang believed in him. After all, their interests were the same. Even if he knew what the goods were, he would never have any bad intentions.
After all, there are many outsiders on the ship, and if they find out, it may cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Fang Lang was very happy that the other party took the initiative to take the job of receiving the goods on the ship. It was obvious that they were treating Fang Lang's business as their own.
Hearing this, Fang Lang nodded and said:
"Okay, I feel relieved with you here. We will have several soldiers take the rubber boat and follow the cargo onto the ship. They will be responsible for guarding the cargo. You can direct them to do anything.
We still have a few more shipments to make, and we’ll have a good chat on the boat once we’ve finished them all.”
Fang Xinshui looked at Fang Lang in surprise when he heard that. If what he guessed was correct, these ammunition boxes were filled with gold. There were no less than one ton of gold loaded on the transport boat, and the gold unloaded from the truck had not yet been fully loaded. Judging from the number on the scene, this truck had at least three tons of gold.
It would take several more trips to transport all the gold, which meant that the amount of gold was at least ten tons. Just thinking about this number made his head buzz. Ten tons of gold! What kind of concept is this?
He knew that Fang Lang had secretly transported a lot of gold back to Brazil from Japan and Germany, which was one of the reasons why their Brazilian Development Bank was able to grow rapidly. But he didn't expect that this was not the end. Fang Lang now got so much gold from India, a British colony. If this continued, the amount of gold owned by their Fang family might exceed the gold reserves of many small countries.
Isn't this the legendary wealth that rivals a country? Thinking of this, Fang Xinshui trembled uncontrollably. This world is really too crazy. He looked at Fang Lang with a hint of admiration.
His nephew is really a god of wealth! Since he first returned to Brazil from the European battlefield, in just a few years, the Fang family has become one of the largest families in Brazil. At the same time, because of the other party's military background, no one dares to mess with a Chinese family like the Fang family in Brazil.
"Okay, I'm on the boat, don't worry, just be careful!"
Fang Xinshui did not hesitate. He nodded to Fang Lang, turned around and returned to the transport boat, together with the original driver and several soldiers, to transport the first ship of treasure away from the coast.
Because they had been well prepared, as soon as the first transport boat left the coast, the second transport boat came over immediately, and this cycle continued. Qi Qingshan and a group of soldiers were responsible for packing and boxing in the temple. Two trucks transported the treasure back and forth to the coast less than a hundred meters away from the temple. Then the transport boats transported the treasure to the cargo ship docked not far away.
The whole process lasted more than three hours. The two trucks made nearly twenty trips back and forth before all the treasures in the temple were transported away. No one knew the specific value of the treasure. After all, not all of it was gold products, nor were they cast gold bricks and gold nuggets, but various gold ornaments and precious gems, or gold coins and cultural relics.
Among them is a 1.2-meter-tall elephant statue made of gold, hundreds of kilograms of gold coins minted during the East India Company period, hundreds of coins from the Napoleonic period in the early 19th century, several diamond-studded crowns and countless jewelry, countless gold statues of gods, and countless gold ornaments. These cannot be measured by the value of gold alone.
After all the treasures were loaded onto the cargo ship, Fang Lang returned to the temple and personally went down to the secret room of the temple to tour the entire secret room.
Looking at the six empty secret rooms, Fang Lang gave a warm smile to the somewhat uneasy monk beside him.
"Master, thank you very much for your help. My subordinates have told me your performance. Please don't be nervous. I will definitely keep my promise."
The monk was obviously very nervous at the moment. He understood that he had lost all his usefulness and was now like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others. The young-looking man in front of him was the one who could decide his life and death.
Although all the people here were wearing turbans and dressed like Indians, the monks knew that these people were not Indians, because no Indian would dare to be so disrespectful to a Hindu temple. Moreover, their language was not English, and even those who spoke English did not have any Indian accent.
He knew that the other party was deliberately hiding their identity. The more so, the more nervous he became. Since the other party wanted to hide their identity, it meant that they did not want outsiders to know their identity, and the safety of an outsider like him would be more and more dangerous. Therefore, he swallowed hard and said:
"Thank you, sir! Thank you very much, God will surely bless you!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang looked at the other party with a strange look in his eyes and said jokingly:
"Master, you should also know that I don't believe in your gods, so I don't need your gods to bless me. Besides, I took away all the tributes that belonged to him, so he shouldn't bless me!"
The monk was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and he didn't know how to respond to Fang Lang's words.
Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder and said:
"Master, rest assured. I promised to spare your life, and I will keep my word. We will leave you in your room, and you can leave on your own one hour after we leave.
You are free to choose to go home to see your children, go to the Travancore royal family to inform them of the situation here, or escape on your own.
If someone asks you about our situation, you can tell them the truth and we will never pursue it. "
Fang Lang's words startled the monk. He looked into Fang Lang's eyes in disbelief. Seeing the sincerity on his face, his eyes instantly filled with tears. He quickly waved his hands and said:
"Sir, I took the initiative to open the secret room door for you. I am an accomplice in this matter. I will never betray you. Don't worry! One hour after you leave, I will go home and take my children away from here overnight.
I will never come back and I will never tell anyone what happened here."
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