When Grantham saw that Fang Lang still seemed to be wary of him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, but at the same time he had to admire the young man's maturity.
Then Fang Lang picked up the wine glass in his hand and gently clinked it with Fang Lang's glass, making a clear and crisp sound. He then took a sip and slowly said:
"Since General Fang can pass on the message to the other side through his friends, I would like to trouble General Fang to convey a message. I wonder if you can help?"
Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, and thought to himself that it was indeed related to the other party. At the same time, he began to murmur in his heart. Fang Lang did not believe that with Grantham's identity, he could not convey his words to the other party.
Why didn't he go through his own channels, but chose to find me, a Chinese in Brazil? Did he not want the British authorities to know about this? This should be impossible!
Given his status, he would definitely not do anything that would harm the interests of Britain. So what exactly was the other party trying to say? For a moment, Fang Lang couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking.
But the current situation is that it is indeed within his ability to convey a message to the other party. If he is not even willing to help, Grantham would have reason to doubt whether his previous statement of willingness to help is true or false.
But the old guy didn't say what he wanted to say directly. Fang Lang was also worried that once he agreed, he would say something inappropriate. He would then be in a dilemma. Should he convey the message or not?
It has to be said that this old guy is not a simple guy. With just a few words, he put Fang Lang in a dilemma.
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After a brief thought, Fang Lang decided to take on the job. After all, from now on, Grantham was indeed the governor who hoped to resolve the Hong Kong issue peacefully. Future history also proved this point.
"Oh! I thought it was a big deal! It turns out it's just a matter of a word. No problem, I'll help you. I wonder if the Governor wants to convey it in the form of a secret letter or directly orally?"
Hearing Fang Lang readily agree to his request, Grantham was obviously relieved, and the smile on his face became a little more friendly.
"No need for a secret letter! If it falls into the hands of MI6, they will think I am collaborating with the enemy! This is not a shameful thing to say, but it is not suitable for me to contact the other party directly now. If the higher-ups know about it, they may think I am meddling in other people's business.
But I do hope that the Hong Kong issue can be resolved peacefully. Even if we cannot directly determine the final solution to the Hong Kong issue now, we hope to put aside the dispute with the other side first. "
Now Fang Lang became more interested in what the other party wanted to convey. Although what the other party meant by shelving the dispute was actually to postpone the matter, this was indeed the way to solve the port city problem in history.
“No problem. We are completely consistent in our hope to resolve the Hong Kong City issue peacefully. I deeply admire the efforts made by His Excellency the Governor.
It is my honor to help both of you. Please tell me what you want to convey, Governor General."
Fang Lang had lost some patience with Grantham not directly saying what the sentence meant, and could not help but urge him directly.
Hearing this, Grantham smiled, but soon stroked his suit and returned to his serious expression.
“Please tell the other side, General: Hong Kong City has always been rented by us, and we will have to return it to them one day. If they want to take back Hong Kong City unilaterally, we will definitely destroy it and transfer funds before withdrawing, and they will only get an empty shell in the end.
If they can follow the agreement and take back the port city when the contract expires, they will probably get a complete port city.”
When Grantham said this, his tone was firm and his expression was serious, which showed that he was very serious.
But after Fang Lang heard what the other party said, his eyes also condensed. Good man, this is a real threat! No wonder the other party didn't communicate with the other party himself, but wanted to convey it through himself.
This is to find a middleman to pass the message, to avoid direct communication and unnecessary confrontation! But if you think this way, it seems a bit like judging others by one's own meanness. The elders in my hometown are not such people who don't know right from wrong.
Then again, this is not really a threat. After all, what they said is true. If our home country really wants to unilaterally retake the port city, the British will definitely do so. This is inevitable.
After just a brief thought, Fang Lang decided to convey Grantham's words to his hometown truthfully. After all, this was the reality, and Fang Lang always believed in his heart that his hometown now needed a port city as a window.
It would be more beneficial for my hometown to keep the port city in its current state for a short period of time.
“Your Excellency the Governor, your thoughts are very realistic and your words are very frank. I believe the other party will seriously consider your words and make a positive response.
Please rest assured, I will contact my friend as soon as possible and convey your words to the top management on the other side. "
After hearing Fang Lang's affirmative answer, Grantham breathed a sigh of relief, his face relaxed again, and he raised his glass again and said to Fang Lang:
"Thank you very much for your help, General Fang. Don't worry! I will never let you help me in vain. I will take care of the museum land!"
Fang Lang frowned when he heard this. What did that mean? Was he planning to use a piece of land for a museum to repay the favor he had done for helping him deliver the message?
It's not that simple. Although what you passed on was all true, if you really meet someone who doesn't know right from wrong, they will regard it as a threat, which will cause big trouble. Now you are going to get rid of me with a piece of land?
He raised his glass with a smile on his face, clinked glasses with Grantham and said:
"Haha... Your Excellency the Governor is joking. The use of the museum land is a commercial activity. How can we trouble Your Excellency the Governor?
I am willing to help the Governor pass on the message and take the corresponding risks, simply because we are friends. If this kind of exchange of interests is added to this friendship, wouldn't it make our friendship sour?
Therefore, the Governor should not be too involved in the museum land issue, so as to avoid leaving any bad handles. I will ask my subordinates to go through the normal application process with the government. If the application is approved by your office, please make an instruction based on the actual situation.
Please don't do anything illegal because of our friendship."
When Grantham heard what Fang Lang said, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was not a fool, so how could he not understand what Fang Lang meant? If the application for the museum land really came to him, and he didn't agree, wouldn't the friendship between him and Fang Lang become a joke?
In this way, Fang Lang could keep Grantham's favor and easily obtain the land for the museum. Even Grantham had to give Fang Lang a thumbs up and secretly called him a little fox.
Seeing that this favor seemed unavoidable, Grantham could only shrug helplessly and say:
"Okay! What you said makes sense, let's do as you say!"
After saying this, he seemed to have let his worries go. He picked up his chopsticks again and began to slowly and leisurely taste the food on the table.
Fang Lang saw this and realized that the other party had achieved his goal today, so he began to eat peacefully. He did not continue to discuss other issues with the other party, and the two began to chat and laugh.
The meal ended quickly in a friendly and harmonious atmosphere. This meal achieved its purpose for Grantham, and it was not completely without gain for Fang Lang. At least when his museum construction application came to Grantham's desk, he would definitely not stop it. This was the tacit understanding between the two.
After returning to the hotel suite, Fang Lang directly asked Qi Qingshan to notify Fangyuan Group to apply to the Hong Kong government for a piece of land for the construction of a headquarters building and a private museum in the name of the company. It would be best if the two pieces of land were connected and located in a prosperous area of the port city. The larger the area, the better.
Today, he had just had lunch with the Governor. If he submitted this application the next day, he believed that the Hong Kong government staff, as long as they were not deaf or blind, would know how to treat this application.
As for the promise to pass the message to the other side, he did not intend to do it immediately, because although the matter was urgent, it was not urgent. He was always a little worried that the Hong Kong British government would use his way of passing information to do something.
After all, the two sides are in a tense situation now, and if things go wrong, they may be used by British intelligence agencies.
Therefore, for the next two days, Fang Lang did not stay at the Peninsula Hotel. Instead, he wandered around the port city under the protection of the guards, stopping from time to time to look through a telescope. Sometimes he would discuss with his men, seemingly discussing where it would be more appropriate to build his own museum.
At the same time, his guards carefully observed the situation near them, looking for anyone following or monitoring them, but surprisingly, no one was found following them for two consecutive days.
But Fang Lang's intuition told him that this was not the case. There were still several pairs of eyes watching them. The guards could not find them, which only meant that the other party was a real master.
Seeing this, Fang Lang thought for a moment and then took a boat back to the Admiralty Naval Base. He handled military affairs for a day, then sent a few telegrams from the warship, and returned to the Peninsula Hotel with a sense of relief.
Then, he started to wander around the port city with the convoy, tasting the port city's delicacies.
"Sir, could it be that he has already passed on the information via telegram?"
In an office on the upper floor of the Hong Kong City Police Force, a British Chief Superintendent was reporting to his superiors on Fang Lang's whereabouts in recent days.
“It’s very likely, but regardless of whether he has passed on the information or not, we must keep monitoring him at all times.
A Brazilian rear admiral who can contact the other side is a target worthy of our attention. "
The head of the Political Department, who had a head of blond hair and held the rank of Assistant Commissioner of Police, looked at the police officer in front of him and spoke in a serious tone.
The British Chief Superintendent of Police also spoke hesitantly after hearing this:
"But sir, he is the Governor's guest. He had lunch with the Governor two days ago. If the Governor knew that we were spying on his guest, we would be in big trouble."
"Trouble? What kind of trouble? Don't forget, we are the Hong Kong branch of MI6, and our role is to monitor all suspicious targets.
As soon as the Brazilian Navy Rear Admiral arrived at the port city, he directly stated in front of all the reporters that he could help us convey the peace intention to the other side. What does this mean? This is to tell us that he has an intelligence channel to contact the other side.
This guy might be a spy. If we can't completely grasp his whereabouts, it would be our dereliction of duty. Do you understand?"
The head of the Political Department, who holds the rank of Assistant Commissioner of Police, looked at his subordinates in front of him and spoke slowly.
Although he explained to his subordinates why they had to monitor Fang Lang, he skipped the relationship with the Governor mentioned by the other party. It was obvious that he did not want to make a big deal out of it, but he also wanted the credit.
Being able to become a subordinate of the Chief Superintendent of Police, he is obviously not a stupid person. He is very aware of the risks of this matter. If he is not careful, he might get himself into trouble. At that time, his superior will definitely not admit this plan, and he might become the most suitable person to take the blame.
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