Uncle Fu, who had been standing by, saw Fang Lang's delighted look when he checked the tea sets, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth. These were all specially collected by him from his hometown.
As early as he heard that his new boss was a fan of Kung Fu tea, he started to help collect these tea sets. Since he was selling them in the name of Fangyuan Group in his hometown, these things were of course very easy to obtain.
There are far more precious tea sets in the garden now than the few sets here. In order to keep these tea sets, Uncle Fu arranged a special room for storage.
"Mr. Fang, this is the spring water we found in the back mountain. It has been tested and it is mineral water that can be drunk directly. Do you think we can use this water to make tea?"
Uncle Fu raised his hand and pointed to a wooden barrel beside him. The barrel was full of clear spring water, and there was a small bamboo scoop floating on it.
"Oh! There is drinkable spring water in the mountains near the sea? That's great. Let's try making tea with this water today."
Fang Lang could tell that Uncle Fu was either a tea lover like himself, or he had specially studied his preferences, so his arrangements were just right, making Fang Lang feel very comfortable.
Hearing that Fang Lang directly agreed to his suggestion, Uncle Fu seemed very happy. He hurriedly stepped forward and took out a small red clay stove from under the tea table and placed it in a corner of the tea table.
He added some olive-pit charcoal into it, poured alcohol on it and lit it. He then placed a brand new earthenware jar on the tea table, turned around and picked up the bucket. Using an exquisite long-handled bamboo scoop, he scooped out half a bucket of mountain spring water from the bucket.
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Then he placed the earthenware jar on the small red clay jar that had been burned red by the small charcoal.
After seeing the other party's actions, Fang Lang knew that the other party was also an old tea drinker. If the situation today did not allow it, he really wanted to keep the other party to drink tea together.
"Haha...Uncle Fu, you've worked hard! You don't need to wait on us here. When the food is ready, please arrange for someone to notify us!"
Fang Lang pointed to a few small mahogany stools in front of the tea table and motioned for Syrio Reich and Black Will to sit down and talk.
Uncle Fu also knew that Fang Lang was going to talk about serious matters, so he nodded slightly and said:
"Then let's not disturb Mr. Fang for now."
Then he pointed to a small box that a servant had placed on the tea table and said:
"This is the tea I prepared for you. I don't know what your taste is, but there are three kinds of black tea and green tea. There are labels on them. You can choose which one you like."
Looking at the exquisite little box that Uncle Fu pointed at, Fang Lang's eyes lit up. This small box with bright colors and intricate patterns was obviously not made of wood. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand. It was of moderate weight. It should be a legendary lacquerware.
The box is divided into six compartments, each of which contains a small tea box wrapped in kraft paper with small labels written in brush on them, namely Dahongpao, Keemunhong, Pu'er, Biluochun, West Lake Longjing, and Taiping Houkui.
Fang Lang is a tea drinker who likes black tea, but when he saw a rare Taiping Houkui tea suddenly appear among these common teas, he also became interested.
In his previous life, he had heard of the Taiping Houkui, which was said to be the best of the best teas. There was a saying that "the Houkui was pointed at both ends, without any looseness, curling or edges", but he had never tasted the tea in his previous life.
Seeing it here this time was a delight. He took it out of the lacquer box and said to Syrio Leitch and Blackwell:
"I've only heard of this Taiping Houkui before, but never had a chance to try it! Why don't we take this opportunity to try it today?"
Fang Lang was the boss, and since he had already spoken, the two of them naturally followed the host's wishes and didn't say much. They just nodded repeatedly.
Blackwell obviously seldom drinks tea, so he doesn't understand much about this, so he just smiled and said:
"You're the boss, you have the final say, I can drink whatever I want."
Fang Lang was just being polite, and seeing that the two had no objection, he directly opened the package of the Taiping Houkui tea and revealed the tea leaves inside.
Then he said to Uncle Fu who had not left yet:
"Uncle Fu, go ahead and do your work! We can handle the rest ourselves."
Hearing Fang Lang's words, Uncle Fu bowed slightly to Fang Lang with a smile on his face, and nodded to Syrio Reich and Blackwell.
"Sir, you are busy. I will take my leave now. Please feel free to tell me if you need anything."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Both Syrio Reich and Blackwell nodded to Forbes before sitting down at the tea table.
Fang Lang was holding the teapot to his nose and sniffing the fragrance of the tea. After the two sat down, he began to make tea skillfully.
Cirio Recchi was already familiar with this set of movements and was not surprised by them. Even now, under Fang Lang's influence, he often made tea in the office. But Blackwell was a little surprised and was watching Fang Lang's movements with great interest.
"I heard from Blackwell earlier that you don't seem to be planning to continue working for the Brazilian Intelligence Agency?"
Fang Lang's hands kept moving, but he had already started talking about business.
Blackwell, who was watching Fang Lang in trance, heard this, smiled bitterly and nodded:
"I did have this idea. I don't have much interest in intelligence work. Now that the Intelligence Bureau is in this situation, I did have the idea of changing my position."
Seeing that Blackwell did not hide anything, Fang Lang continued his actions without raising his head, and said slowly:
"Are there many people in your bureau who think the same as you?"
"Our director has already started to work at the Ministry of National Defense and is preparing to be transferred back to the General Staff Headquarters. What do you think?"
"Since everyone wants to leave, I think this is an opportunity! You are only a major now, and you won't get a good position if you leave the Intelligence Bureau.
Why not just step forward and take over the position of Director of Intelligence? In this case, there shouldn't be any resistance in competing for this position! "
Fang Lang's words startled Blackwell. He had never thought about this question before. Fang Lang's meaning was very clear. He wanted him to take this opportunity to move up a level and take the position of Director of Intelligence. After all, this was at the level of Lieutenant Colonel.
If he leaves the Intelligence Bureau directly, he would at most be a major, but if he takes a gamble and takes the initiative to move up, he might be able to become a lieutenant colonel. This is really a rare opportunity for him.
After all, it's peacetime now, and opportunities for promotion are scarce. If the Intelligence Bureau is not disbanded so quickly, it would not be a bad idea to use the position of director as a springboard!
Seeing Blackwell lost in thought, Fang Lang did not speak and continued to brew tea slowly. Syrio Reich on the side seemed to have heard nothing and looked at the earthenware pot bubbling with steam on the small red clay stove.
When Fang Lang poured the boiling water from the earthenware jar into the Sancai covered bowl, his eyes followed it, as if he was a student who came to learn how to make tea.
"You mean, the Intelligence Agency can't be disbanded that easily?"
Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled and said:
"The Brazilian Intelligence Agency is the only formal intelligence agency in Brazil. How could it be directly abolished?"
"Aren't there Americans who can provide us with intelligence now?"
After hearing what the other party said, Fang Lang felt that this guy was a little too naive, but it was not appropriate for him to point out the Americans' sinister intentions.
"The Americans only said they would share the intelligence they obtained about Brazil, but they did not ask us to abolish the Brazilian Intelligence Agency!"
"Uh! I haven't really mentioned this, but now many generals of the National Defense Forces are proposing to cut the funding of the Intelligence Bureau!"
“Cutting funding and abolishing the intelligence agency are two different things!
Besides, Defense Minister Marshal Morais is not a short-sighted person. The reason why the intelligence agency's funding is being cut is because the Brazilian army participated in the European war and witnessed the cruelty of the European war and the combat effectiveness of advanced equipment.
Therefore, there is a fear of advanced equipment, and the United States wants to make up for its shortcomings in this area, so most of the military expenditure is spent on arms procurement.
But this situation will pass sooner or later. It won’t completely get better, but it will definitely slowly return to normal.”
Not to mention that he had the memories of later life and knew that the Brazilian Intelligence Agency would not be abolished. Judging from what Fang Lang saw now, the Brazilian Intelligence Agency could not be easily abolished.
Now that the American CIA has just been established, there are many pro-American people in Brazil who believe that everything about the United States is good. They will definitely not think that the Brazilian Intelligence Agency is a useless department.
They might even suggest that the Brazilian Intelligence Agency be aligned with the US CIA, but the military would certainly not allow its own intelligence agency to be placed under government jurisdiction like the US CIA.
The current situation within the Brazilian Intelligence Agency is more of a groundless worry and a loss of composure.
Of course, from another perspective, as an intelligence agency, the more low-key and covert it is, the better. Only eyes hidden in the dark can see many secret things.
If the Ministry of National Defense really increases its investment in the Brazilian Intelligence Agency now and makes the Brazilian Intelligence Agency's position in the National Defense Forces very important, the CIA may target them.
By then, the Americans will definitely find a way to get involved, whether by buying them off, putting pressure on top brass to get them to cooperate, or even infiltrating the intelligence agency under the pretext of helping the Brazilian intelligence agency train professional intelligence personnel.
None of this is what Fang Lang wants to see, which means that the Intelligence Bureau may be used as cannon fodder by the CIA to fill the hole.
Fang Lang's words obviously dispelled Blackwell's concerns about the future of the Intelligence Agency, and the worry on his face disappeared.
"Yeah! Why didn't I think of that! If that's the case, the position of Director of the Intelligence Bureau is really a good choice."
Then he sighed with a hint of distress and said:
"Alas! But I really have no interest in intelligence work, nor do I have any talent for it. I have been in the bureau for such a long time but have not achieved any outstanding results.
If this continues, the whole person will slowly become decadent. "
From these words, Fang Lang could tell that the other party really had no intention of continuing to work in the Intelligence Bureau. Even if you stayed, you would at most use the Intelligence Bureau as a stepping stone.
Moreover, Fang Lang also heard some hidden intentions of the other party, which was that he wanted him to help him to mobilize some activities. Fang Lang did not mind this, after all, more friends mean more paths.
He and Blackwell were good friends, and there was also Adams Teach, who had provided him with a lot of help after joining the Intelligence Bureau. Of course, he wouldn't mind providing some help to such a friend.
But if the other party wants to leave the Brazilian Intelligence Agency now, it is obviously not in Fang Lang's interest. He still needs the other party to pave the way for Cirio Recci's development in the Intelligence Agency.
"I understand what you mean! Since you want to leave the Intelligence Bureau, it's not impossible.
We are all brothers, so I won't hide some things from you. You are only a major now, and it will be difficult for you to get an ideal position when you get out.
As I said before, if you can take the position of Director of Intelligence Bureau while the Intelligence Bureau is in chaos, you will have the opportunity to be promoted to a higher rank. When you become a lieutenant colonel and leave the Intelligence Bureau, you will definitely get a better position than a major, what do you think! "
As Fang Lang spoke, he handed the freshly brewed tea to Blackwell. Blackwell nodded upon hearing this, obviously agreeing with Fang Lang's opinion.
After receiving the tea, Syrio Recchi tapped the table with his hand as usual. Seeing this, Blackwell looked at him in confusion.
Cirio Reci saw the other person's gaze, smiled and nodded.
“I believe you understand why I asked Syrio Recchi to date you this time. You are my brother, and Syrio Recchi was the brother you introduced to me.
In Natal, Cyrio Recchi helped me a lot. I came here specially this time hoping that you can help your brothers within the Intelligence Agency.
Since this is the situation in the Intelligence Bureau now, I believe it should not be difficult to transfer my brother to the Intelligence Bureau. With Sirio Recchi's talent in intelligence work, he may be able to make two contributions for you as the director.
When you leave the Intelligence Bureau, you will have made great contributions and will be promoted. You will definitely be transferred to a better department. What do you think?"
Blackwell was not clear about the talent of Sirio Regis that Fang Lang mentioned.
But Fang Lang was his brother, and he believed that he would not harm him. Moreover, from Fang Lang's words, he could also feel that he already had a complete plan.
Although he didn't know why Fang Lang wanted to recommend Sirio Reci to the Intelligence Bureau headquarters, as a brother, it was normal for him to provide some help within his ability.
Moreover, Fang Lang is willing to work for Sirio Reci. Does it mean that when he needs it in the future, the other party will also work for him?
"It seems that Brother Leiqi is very capable at work! He has even been recognized by General Fang. What else is there to say? If Brother Leiqi has set his sights on any position, just tell me and I will help you make it happen."
Blackwell's briskness was unexpected.
Upon hearing this, Cirio Recchi smiled modestly and said:
"Thanks to the good leadership of the two superiors, I will obey their arrangements on work matters."
This time, Syrio Reich did not call Fang Lang boss. Although Blackwell was Fang Lang's brother, he was still the head of the Intelligence Bureau. Even if he disliked the work of the Intelligence Bureau, he could still learn some intelligence knowledge in the Bureau.
If he knew that he had pledged allegiance to General Fang, things might get complicated. And this time Fang Lang did not tell him what department he wanted to assign him to or what job he wanted to do. If Blackwell asked him to propose it himself, he would not know what to propose, for fear that it would affect General Fang's plan.
As a subordinate, he believed that General Fang would not treat him unfairly and that he only needed to obey orders and follow instructions.
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