After hearing Fang Lang's words, Cilio Reci was shocked. The boss sitting opposite him was a well-known pro-American representative in Brazil. He did not expect that he would speak such heartfelt words to him today.
What is even more surprising is that the representative of the pro-American faction in everyone's mind is actually a true Brazilian nationalist fighter, who is even more wary of Americans than most non-pro-American people.
In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the reason why this Chinese general was able to rise rapidly in Brazil and hold his current position was precisely because of his pro-American identity. He was able to obtain benefits from the United States that others could not, which was the foundation for him to gain a foothold in the Brazilian army.
But no one could have imagined that deep down in the other person's heart there was a completely opposite side.
The other party's words also made him feel unprecedentedly excited. Who is not a patriot? The person he is loyal to is a true patriot. Knowing this will make him feel more at ease and unscrupulous when carrying out future missions.
"Yes, Boss, I understand what you mean!
But... I have a question, and I don't know if I should ask it."
Fang Lang's words to Syrio Reci this time were truly heartfelt, but of course he also had his own selfish motives, just like how celebrities in later generations like to establish their own persona in front of the public.
At this moment, he also wanted to establish himself as a Brazilian patriot in front of Cilio Recchi, and even shouted the slogan "Brazil is Brazil for Brazilians, not Brazil for Americans."
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You have to know that once Americans know this slogan, my current image in the minds of many Americans will be affected, and when I want to interact with American politicians again, it will not be as smooth as it is now.
However, he was not worried that Sirio Recci would reveal it. After spending such a long time together, he knew very well what kind of person the other party was. This was also the reason why he was willing to push the other party to the position and of course his own confidant position in the intelligence agency.
He was even certain that his statement today would make the other party more loyal, because he was convinced that the intelligence officer in front of him was also a patriot with a clear self-awareness.
Originally, the other party was loyal to you because you could give him/her what he/she wanted and could bring out his/her talents. Now, when he/she sees common ideas and beliefs in you, this loyalty will be sublimated and become more rock-solid.
Although the other party appeared calm, the flicker in his eyes made Fang Lang realize that he must have been shaken deep inside.
"Oh! If you have any questions, tell me."
"If we follow your idea, we must remain secret and not be detected by others. But in this case, we should control the Intelligence Department that is responsible for collecting intelligence, not the current Counterintelligence Department!
The Counterintelligence Department needs to capture spies of hostile forces in the country. If necessary, it must launch a large-scale operation. Doesn't this conflict with your request for secrecy?"
Hearing what Syrio Reci said, Fang Lang smiled slightly and slowly exhaled the cigar smoke from his mouth.
"Who said that arresting enemy spies must be done in the name of the Counterintelligence Department?"
"Ah! If not in the name of the Counterintelligence Department, then in what name?"
"Any reason is fine! Fighting, dangerous driving, molesting women, etc. Are you afraid that you can't find a reason to arrest someone on our territory?"
"You mean to let the police come out and arrest people, but spies are professionally trained agents. With the combat effectiveness of the police, it may be a bit inadequate to deal with professional agents!"
"What are you afraid of? They all have one head and two arms. Ordinary police can't do anything to them. So let's train a professional armed police force. It just so happens that our Navy Special Tactics Research Group wants to conduct research on urban special operations tactics. I want to see how powerful these agents can be."
Sirio Recchi's expression became serious when he heard this. He had heard about what the Special Tactics Research Group did. If they were really responsible for training this professional urban warfare special forces, he really didn't believe that any agent could escape from them.
As for whether the Brazilian police will set up such a force, he is not worried at all. After all, the Brazilian police and they have the same boss.
"In this case, these agents will have to fend for themselves."
"They are the last line of defense. If you can avoid using them, it is best not to use them. Your counterintelligence work should be done upfront. Starting from customs entry and exit, you should screen everyone entering Brazil. For all those suspected of being spies, you should create files and conduct investigations.
In addition to customs, gangs in various regions that have the ability to smuggle people in and out of Brazil must talk to their bosses to ensure that any abnormal people entering and leaving Brazil are aware of the situation and make it clear to them that if people entering and leaving Brazil through their hands cause trouble in Brazil and they do not report it in advance, they will bear all the consequences. "
"Ah! If that's the case, we don't have that many people! The current funding of the Intelligence Bureau is simply not enough to support us in building such a large-scale intelligence network."
Cilio Reci obviously did not expect that Fang Lang was going to set up such a big stall. Given the current situation of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, it simply does not have the ability to maintain the operation of such a huge system.
Fang Lang smiled unhurriedly upon hearing this, tapped the cigar in his hand lightly on the ashtray, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and said with disdain:
“Damn it, with the little funding the Brazilian Intelligence Agency has, it’s hard to even support its current staff, so how can it possibly be able to support Brazil’s counterintelligence work?
We are only working in their name. To the outside world, you are the Counterintelligence Department of the Intelligence Bureau. In reality, you are still the Second Section of our Logistics Department. As for your funding, of course, I will be responsible for it."
Fang Lang knew very well that with the funding of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, it was impossible to build such a huge intelligence network. As early as when he heard Blackwell explain the current situation of the Intelligence Agency to him, he was already thinking about what to do.
Besides, this situation is an opportunity for him! The reason why he wants to keep them in the Second Section of the Logistics Department is to control the leadership of the team, and the Counterintelligence Department of the Intelligence Bureau is just a shell to the outside world.
In fact, those who actually joined the Counterintelligence Department of the Intelligence Bureau were only those people on the surface. Unless one day he could fully control the power of the Intelligence Bureau, otherwise, he would be crazy to really hand over the intelligence network he had worked so hard to build to the country.
As for the funding, he already had a plan. First, he would definitely not pay for it out of his own pocket. Second, the source of funds must be under his complete control.
Of course, Cirio Regis knew that to build such a large intelligence network, the cost would be an astronomical figure. Although he knew that Fang Lang's family was very wealthy, when he heard Fang Lang say that he would be responsible for the funds, he quickly spoke out to stop him:
"Boss, I know you are a true patriot who is devoted to the country. But you have to know that the funds needed to build such an intelligence network are astronomical. How can you bear this cost privately?
If that doesn’t work, let’s see if we can find a solution from somewhere else.”
"Haha... you're overthinking it. Am I such a person who can't distinguish between public and private? How could I possibly use my own money to subsidize you? The allowances for our fleet officers and soldiers are already overwhelming me.
Don't worry! I have already figured out how to do it. I will open up a few new sources of income and will arrange for some of your people to participate in it. You just need to cooperate."
No one knows the importance of economic power better than Fang Lang. He must have it completely in his own hands. Although he trusts Sirio Recchi, he will never give him a chance to test him. He knows that human nature cannot stand the test, not to mention that the other party is an intelligence officer.
Sirio Reci knew very well that when his boss talked about opening up new sources of income, he was actually giving up their family's economic interests in order to maintain the operation of this intelligence network.
After all, with Fang Lang's status and the strength of the Fang family, if other people had any way to make money, they would definitely be in his hands. There was no need to use them to support an intelligence network that contributed to the country.
This also deepened Syrio Reci's admiration for Fang Lang, as this kind of sentiment of serving the country and the people was something he himself did not possess.
“Yes, boss.
I understand your idea. I will execute it according to your thoughts as soon as I return. Let the Intelligence Bureau continue to cause chaos!
I will take complete control of the Counterintelligence Department in the shortest possible time. At the same time, I will recruit enough talented people from within the Intelligence Bureau to serve you in the Second Section of the Logistics Department.
Sooner or later, you will not be able to detect a fly in or out of Brazil."
Fang Lang gladly accepted Syrio Recchi's show of loyalty. He smiled meaningfully and patted his arm, saying:
"This is not enough, I hope that any disturbance in Brazil will not be hidden from my eyes and ears.
Even if the first lady wants to wear what color underwear tomorrow, I will know it before she does, do you understand what I mean?"
Cilio Reci was stunned by Fang Lang's words. The color of the underwear the first lady wore was intelligence. If they arranged someone to sneak into the presidential palace, it would be easy to find out. But Fang Lang did not want to know what color she wore, but what color she would wear tomorrow.
This is no longer a simple intelligence, but the ability to arrange what the other party wears in advance. Of course, the boss does not really want to know what color the president's wife wears, but is hinting to him that in the future his intelligence department must know the privacy of people like the president.
If ordinary people heard such words, they would think Fang Lang was crazy, but obviously Sirio Regis was not such a person. Not only did he not think it was absurd, but he thought it was full of challenges. This meant that Fang Lang's investment in the intelligence agency in the future would be huge, and his power would also be enormous.
He just thought about it for a moment, then nodded without hesitation:
"Yes, boss! I won't let you down."
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang laughed out loud, stood up from the armchair, and patted Sirio Reci on the shoulder.
"Very good, do a good job, I am very optimistic about you!"
Seeing Fang Lang stand up, Cirio Regis knew that it was time for him to leave, so he quickly stood up and saluted Fang Lang, saying:
"Boss, I'll go down first."
In the next few days, Fang Lang hosted a banquet for several friends from the military and political circles at his home in Rio de Janeiro. It was not until the Rio de Janeiro Treaty was officially signed and he learned that the content was not much different from what he remembered. Only then did he spit at the North with disdain and return to Natal.
"Are you Elias Bianchi?"
At the Natal Naval Base, in the base commander's office, Fang Lang looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with great interest. His brown skin and black hair indicated that he was of Brazilian descent. His neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses showed that he had received a good education.
"Yes, sir!"
This middle-aged man named Elias Bianchi stood in front of Fang Lang's desk and bowed politely to him. From his slightly restrained posture, it can be seen that although he appeared to be relatively calm at the moment, he must be very nervous deep down.
"Who are the people in the family?"
"I have parents, a wife, and a pair of children."
Although he didn't know why Fang Lang asked about his family situation, Elias Bianchi couldn't help but smile happily when he talked about his family, and said with a little satisfaction:
"Thanks to Mr. Fang, my eldest son is already in the fifth grade at the elementary school founded by the Fang family, and my youngest daughter will be in the first grade next year."
Seeing the other person's expression, Fang Lang smiled and nodded. He liked men who cared about their families. He raised his hand and pointed at the chair in front of the desk and said:
"Sit down and talk!"
Elias Bianchi sat down obediently, a little stiffly, with only half of his buttocks seated, looking very cautious.
"Thank you, Mr. Fang."
"I heard that you have done very well in Fangyuan Group and have strong working ability. In just two years, you have risen from an ordinary employee to the current branch president?"
“Yes, sir.
I am very grateful to Mr. Fang for giving me a platform to showcase myself.”
Elias Bianchi was very confident in response to Fang Lang's praise, and was obviously very satisfied with his current achievements in such a short time.
"Very good. I like talented people. Do you know why I asked you to come and see me?"
Seeing the other person's look, Fang Lang smiled slightly and said lightly without caring.
"I don't know, but no matter what you need me to do, I will never let you down."
Looking at this guy's confident look, Fang Lang couldn't help but laugh. He felt that this guy was very interesting. People who didn't know him would think that he was a self-made multimillionaire! But it was also good this way. Such people were easier to control.
Long before he met him, someone had checked his background thoroughly. Although this guy seemed a little overconfident, he was not arrogant. His colleagues in the company generally had a high opinion of him and believed that his work ability was quite outstanding.
Before joining the Brazilian Development Bank, he had been working in a small local Brazilian bank, where his work performance was also very outstanding. However, because the bank's leader was a white American who looked down on him as a mixed-race person, he had never received the promotion he deserved.
Later, when the Brazilian Development Bank was first established, he decisively chose to change jobs. After joining the Brazilian Development Bank, he demonstrated excellent work ability. With the rapid development of the banking business, he quickly became a branch president from an ordinary employee.
What really satisfied Fang Lang was that this guy was a person with a very strong sense of family. He never hung out outside when he had time, but always went home early to be with his family.
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