Fang Lang spoke very calmly, and his tone was not even passionate, but for some reason, to Mr. and Mrs. Qiao, it had a charm that ignited their passion.
The Qiao family couldn't help but stand up. Gong Wei, a female comrade, was so excited that she spoke directly:
"Yes! Well said, very well said indeed. One blow is the best way to prevent a hundred blows. All imperialisms are paper tigers. We have the confidence and the ability to defeat them thoroughly."
Although Mr. Qiao did not cheer as loudly as Gong Wei, he could not help but stand up and smashed his left palm with his right fist. Fang Lang knew without saying a word that the other party must be very excited.
"General Fang, you are a wise general. Your ideas are very instructive. I will definitely convey all of your ideas to my superiors truthfully."
Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled embarrassedly. How could he say that? All his words were plagiarized. However, he could also tell them that these words were not his.
I could only bite the bullet and continue:
“Although we have the confidence and determination to have a good fight with the Americans on the battlefield, since ancient times, food and fodder must be sent before troops move.
If this war is really unavoidable, we must make full preparations in advance to avoid rushing into battle, especially since the peninsula has complex terrain, inconvenient transportation, cold climate, and long winters. If the soldiers want to fight there, they must ensure that they have enough food and clothing.
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My identity is definitely not suitable for supporting you openly, but after I received this intelligence, I began to collect war supplies from all over the world, including cotton from India, wheat from Australia, rice from South Asia, canned beef, rubber and medicine from Brazil, and oil from the United States.
These materials will be quietly transported to the country in the name of other materials. I hope that the country can take advantage of the opportunity now that the coastline has not been completely blocked to open the Tianjin port, so that these materials can quietly land and then be stored as combat supplies.
If there is any change in the north, these supplies can be put to immediate use."
Fang Lang's words once again shocked the Qiao family and their husband and wife speechless. After years of war, their hometown was in ruins and in need of all kinds of supplies. At this time, the list of supplies that Fang Lang reported was what their hometown urgently needed.
Regardless of whether it is a war period or not, these supplies are difficult to obtain. In fact, many of them can only be obtained through seizure.
If Fang Lang could really get these supplies for his hometown, he would immediately become a VIP of the country.
Gong Wei, who had originally doubted Fang Lang's purpose, now felt extremely ashamed and for a moment didn't know how to face the young man in front of him.
"General Fang, is what you said true? Are there really these supplies?"
Mr. Qiao's voice was trembling a little, and it was not his fault. These supplies were really needed by his hometown. There had been wars in the country for years, and when Chiang Kai-shek evacuated, he took away almost everything he could.
The country is short of everything now, and the sudden appearance of Fang Lang is like a blessing from heaven. How could he not be so excited that he trembles all over.
Fang Lang was naturally very clear about the situation in his hometown during this period. After hearing what Mr. Qiao said, he nodded seriously with a serious expression:
"Of course it's true. But because of my identity, these materials have nothing to do with me on the surface. All the owners and buyers are businessmen from Europe and the United States.
In order to avoid being traced back to me, I need your people to set up several foreign trade companies in Gangcheng, and all transactions must be conducted in the name of these foreign trade companies.
Don't worry about the funds, I have prepared everything, and we only need your people to come forward to settle the bill when the time comes."
After hearing Fang Lang's words, Mr. Qiao's eyes turned red, his eye sockets unconsciously began to moisten, and he reached out to Fang Lang with trembling lips and said:
"General Fang, I don't know how to thank you! But please believe that we will never let our friends suffer.
Your selfless dedication will never be in vain."
Looking at Mr. Qiao's appearance, Fang Lang couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. He was not excited about these supplies, but thought of those great warriors, the most lovely people in history, who fought on the battlefield of the peninsula.
Lacking food and clothing and wearing only a few layers of clothing, they hurriedly plunged into the ice and snow. In the end, they relied on their iron will to defeat the arrogant UN forces. It was they who provided the iron backbone for the entire nation.
As for whether these materials would drain his own family's wealth, Fang Lang was not worried at all. With the development speed of their group in recent years, the speed at which he spent money could not keep up with the speed at which he made money. When the war really broke out, his layout in Japan would allow him to easily make up for this loss.
What’s even more interesting is that the better the battle is fought here, the more the Americans will invest in the war, and the more money he will make. It’s a virtuous circle.
Fang Lang didn't say much about Mr. Qiao's statement. He just smiled and nodded.
"No need to thank me, these are my thoughts as an overseas Chinese. As for giving back, the best reward for me is the strong motherland!"
Although Fang Lang's words may sound a bit exaggerated, at this time, this is the true thought deep in the hearts of most people. Fang Lang has not thought about how his hometown can really repay him. To put it bluntly, his hometown can't give him anything in return now.
When his hometown starts to develop in the future, he will come back with funds and technology to invest, and that will be the time to reap the rewards of this investment.
Gong Wei's eyes were red at this moment. He felt even more guilty for his previous suspicion of the other party. He couldn't help but choked up and said:
"General Fang, you have been a tremendous help to us. I..."
When Fang Lang saw her expression, he immediately sensed her mood change and quickly waved his hand:
"Comrade Gong, your words are too polite. I am just doing my part. These materials are not given to you personally, so there is no need for you to be grateful!
If a big war breaks out, these supplies will certainly be a drop in the bucket. The special location of the port city may become one of the only two channels for supplies. I think you should be prepared in advance."
There were some things Fang Lang couldn't say too clearly, as that would make him look like a prophet, which might backfire. It would be better to just give a beginning, and let the seniors handle the rest. He believed that these seniors would not let him down.
Even Fang Lang himself felt that he had said too much today, and there were many things that should not have come out of his mouth, but he was worried that his hometown would take a detour, so he couldn't control his mouth for a while.
When Mr. Qiao heard Fang Lang emphasize the importance of Gangcheng again, he also understood that the other party was telling him that he had to maintain the status quo of Gangcheng for the time being and could not just retake Gangcheng without caring about the consequences.
Mr. Qiao was indeed wavering in the past, not sure whether Gangcheng should be taken back. Even deep down in his heart, he hoped that Gangcheng could be taken back.
But after communicating with Fang Lang today, his thoughts began to waver a little. If everything Fang Lang said really happened, maintaining the status quo of Gangcheng would indeed be more beneficial to his hometown than regaining Gangcheng.
"Please rest assured, General Fang! We will listen carefully to your suggestions and discuss them in detail. I believe that the organization will not disappoint any of our good friends who treat us sincerely."
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang understood that, at least in Mr. Qiao's case, he had listened to his words and agreed with his statement to a certain extent, which made him realize that his trip today was not in vain.
This trip to Hong Kong City was a successful completion of my assigned mission.
Considering that he had been there for quite some time and there were people from MI6 following him outside, he reached out and shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Qiao and said goodbye:
"It's almost time, there's someone following me outside, so I'll take my leave now!
In two days, someone will take this token of mine to Xiao Xinhua to find Mr. Qiao to discuss the details of the handover of materials.
If there is anything that needs to be communicated to me from my hometown, I can also convey it through him."
Hearing this, Mr. Qiao raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. He also knew that the other party only had time for a meal and could not stay here for too long.
Although he still had many topics he wanted to discuss with the other party, he had to give up. Holding Fang Lang's hand tightly, Mr. Qiao said reluctantly:
"Time flies by so fast. I don't know when I will see General Fang again."
Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly and said:
"A bosom friend is always a friend indeed. It is not suitable for us to meet openly now, but I believe that the next time we meet will not be too long.
When the time is right, I will push for Brazil to establish diplomatic relations with my hometown. Then, we will be able to meet more often.”
It can be said that Fang Lang was using the calmest tone to say the most turbulent words. You have to know that the newly born China is not recognized by many countries in the world.
But when Fang Lang said goodbye to Mr. Qiao, he said that he would promote the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Pakistan at the appropriate time, which caught Mr. Qiao off guard.
Fortunately, he was an experienced veteran and reacted quickly.
"Haha...Okay! If the time comes, I will definitely visit you as my good friend first."
He did not ask Fang Lang when the right time would be, because this was a question that the other party needed to consider seriously. If he asked, it would put invisible pressure on the other party, which he did not want to see.
Fang Lang said in a serious tone:
"Don't worry! This day won't last long."
After saying that, he let go of Mr. Qiao's hand and gently shook hands with Mrs. Qiao Gong Wei.
"Comrade Gong brewed very good tea, with the taste of home. I hope I can have a chance to drink it next time!"
When Gong Wei heard this, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in his heart, and his eyes turned red again. In his opinion, this was Fang Lang expressing his nostalgia for his hometown.
Thinking about these overseas Chinese who have left their homes and may have to endure a lot of hardships overseas, he couldn't help but feel sentimental.
She also knew that big shots like Fang Lang didn't have to endure the hardships that ordinary Chinese people had to endure, but for some reason, hearing Fang Lang's words made her feel a little overwhelmed.
He suppressed his emotions, shook hands with Fang Lang and said:
"The conditions here are simple and the hospitality is poor. Next time I will find you some good tea so that you can taste the taste of your hometown."
Everyone knew in their hearts that what Fang Lang was drinking was not the taste of tea, but the taste of his hometown.
Fang Lang looked at this somewhat fickle woman, smiled slightly, nodded and let go of her hand.
When he arrived at the door of the room, he looked through the window and saw the figure of the young man who had been guarding the door of the backyard. He reacted and quickly turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Qiao and said:
"By the way, I will be staying in Hong Kong for about half a month. If you need to contact me for anything but it is not convenient, you can ask Officer Zeng to convey the message!"
That’s right, the young man guarding the backyard gate and opening the door for them was the brave young policeman that Fang Lang and his friends met at the food stall some time ago.
Mrs. Qiao heard this, looked through the window at the young man named Zeng John outside, smiled and nodded:
"No problem. This time we arranged him to be in charge of the security for this reason."
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