After hearing what Fang Lang said, Colonel Chatham smiled and waved his hand and said:
"Haha. Colonel Fang, we are allies and we are friends. This kind of thing is not that complicated.
I've done this for you, and you don't need to hold a job fair. We have a provisional government under the occupying army.
Can't I just inform them directly now to gather all the people according to the technical work types you need and let you choose? "
Is this still possible?
Is this the way these countries plunder talents in Germany?
So exciting! I really like.
"Oh! Is this still possible? I wonder if there will be restrictions on the industries we recruit."
Fang Lang's question immediately made Colonel Chatham alert, staring at Fang Lang and saying:
“Besides people from the automotive industry, what kind of people do you want to recruit?”
Fang Lang did not dodge when Chatham stared at him, but looked into the other person's eyes and said:
"You also know that Stuttgart is the location of the German Mauser factory. If I recruit some gunsmiths here and return to Brazil to produce rifles for us, it makes sense, right?"
Fang Lang noticed that Chatham's eyes slowly turned evil, as if he was a lion ready to rage at any time.
Just when Fang Lang thought there was no chance.
Colonel Chatham slapped the table and said:
"Gunsmiths have to pay five dollars each."
I'll go, Fang Lang feels like he's met a lunatic. If you want more money, just say so!
You didn't say anything, but you stared at me so fiercely that I thought you were going to eat people.
As a result, you told me that you need to pay more.
Forget it if you add more money, as a result, you only increase the amount from three dollars to five dollars per person.
It seems that Colonel Chatham had a hard life! He probably has never seen any big money.
At this time, Fang Lang couldn't help but look at Colonel Chatham's hands on the table. It was indeed a pair of working people's hands.
In other words, this colonel should have been a manual laborer engaged in agricultural production before becoming a soldier.
Thinking that when you quoted three dollars per person, you had already reserved room for the other party to increase the price, but the other party directly accepted your offer without any bargaining.
Very good, it seems that the other party is not a greedy person, Fang Lang said that he likes it very much.
He stretched out his hand to Colonel Chatham and said firmly:
"make a deal!"
"Haha. So refreshing!"
Colonel Chatham held Fang Lang's hand tightly.
"Colonel Chatham, if we recruit people directly through the provisional government, it won't have any bad impact on you, right?"
Fang Lang looked at the somewhat pleasing French colonel in front of him and asked in a low voice:
"What's the problem? I'm fifty-six years old! It's long past time for me to retire and take care of myself.
The worst case scenario is for me to retire! I can't wait to do it!
The important thing is that I can make money from you. When I return to my hometown, I can buy a wine estate and live a happy life.
Otherwise, now that I have retired, I will have no choice but to return to the farmland and continue farming. "
This can be regarded as a superficial exchange of words, and it is revealed that it is short.
After hearing what Colonel Chatham said, he still didn't understand what he should do.
Fang Lang wasn't worried that Chatham would lie to him. At worst, he could recruit a group of people and arrange a special plane to send them back.
He can't keep it! He won't be charged for the people he recruits later.
"Haha. Colonel Chatham, please rest assured that I will definitely let you buy a large wine estate."
With the help of Colonel Chatham, Fang Lang soon met the mayor of the Stuttgart interim government.
The mayor seemed to be talking very little. After hearing Colonel Chatham's request, he looked Fang Lang up and down with slight surprise.
Only then did he say that he would fully cooperate.
Fang Lang knew that the German in front of him would be an important middleman. Whether he could recruit truly useful talents would depend on whether he would sincerely help.
After continuing to communicate some details in Colonel Chatham's office, Fang Lang got some special passes and borrowed a batch of transportation vehicles before bidding farewell to Colonel Chatham and returning to the hotel.
When Fang Lang returned to the hotel, he immediately ordered Qi Qingshan to go to the Stuttgart Provisional City Hall with a special pass and invite Mr. Mayor Jonas to the hotel for dinner.
Because it was still early, Fang Lang didn't have the habit of staying in the hotel to get moldy.
As an important town in the southwest of Germany, it is also an important industrial town. Since you are here, of course you have to visit around!
Stuttgart is the cradle of Germany's automotive industry.
Not only Porsche, but also Mercedes-Benz were born in this southwestern city of Germany.
Because of the special pass, the fleet's passage through the city has become unhindered.
However, after visiting a few places, Fang Lang gradually lost interest. After all, Stuttgart is now full of ruins and helpless people.
The once prosperous industrial town can only be found through dilapidated factories.
Since he couldn't see anything, Fang Lang ordered the driver to go directly to Ant Bollman's address provided by Mrs. Henderson.
Mr. Ante Polmann does not live in the city, but in a two-story building on the outskirts of Stuttgart.
When Fang Lang's motorcade arrived in front of the small building, the two children who were chasing each other on the lawn in front of the small building were so frightened that they quickly ran into the house.
A German assistant from the assistant team that Fang Lang brought over came forward, knocked on the door, and explained his purpose.
He quickly returned to the car and said to Fang Lang:
"Boss, Mr. Polman is at home. He invites you to his home for a chat."
After listening to his words, Fang Lang nodded, but did not get out of the car.
He looked at a slightly dilapidated house five houses away. There was nothing unusual about that house from the outside.
However, Fang Lang's intuition told him that someone in that house was looking here with obvious hostility.
This was Fang Lang's strongest intuition since he left the battlefield.
Fang Lang understood that there must be some dangerous enemy somewhere, either there were many people, or there was a sniper rifle pointed at him at this moment.
Because Fang Lang felt a hint of danger.
When the assistant saw that Fang Lang didn't move and was just looking in one direction, he wanted to get up and look in that direction, but Fang Lang stopped him in time and said:
"Don't move, don't look anywhere, act like nothing happened."
After saying that, he looked at Zhuang Xintian who was sitting in the passenger seat and was looking at him and said:
"Order the lead vehicle to advance two hundred meters for reconnaissance, focusing on whether there are any hidden enemies in the houses on both sides of the road."
He pointed at the house he was looking at and said:
"Let the soldiers from Car No. 2 go around to the back of the house and go in and take a look. There is something wrong with this house."
Upon hearing Fang Lang's order, Zhuang Xintian's eyes narrowed.
He opened the door and got out of the car, pretended to be nonchalant, walked to the window of the lead car, lit a cigarette, and gave the order.
The five soldiers in the car immediately increased their vigilance, lifted the Thompson submachine gun on their legs, pulled the bolt and loaded it.
Seeing that several people had checked their weapons, Zhuang Xintian nodded, patted the car door, and signaled them to set off.
The soldiers in the car lowered the windows, pointed their guns at the houses on both sides, and slowly moved forward to investigate.
Zhuang Xintian slowly walked back to car No. 2, opened the door at the back, and pointed at the house Fang Lang mentioned in a hidden place.
He ordered in a low voice:
"Sir, you suspect there is something wrong in that house. You go around from the rear and get in. If you encounter the enemy, you are allowed to fire. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
Then there was the sound of soldiers pulling the bolts of their guns.
Zhuang Xintian closed the car door and did not return to Fang Lang's car.
He was afraid that you really had an enemy and would keep an eye on Fang Lang based on his movements, so he walked directly across the lawn of Borman's house and walked towards Borman's house.
Don't forget to say hello to the German assistant.
Fang Lang could tell at a glance what Zhuang Xintian meant. He was using his body as bait. If there were gunmen outside, they would definitely suspect that he was a big shot in the team.
Fang Lang was very moved, but still shook his head. If he were an enemy, he would definitely not attack Zhuang Xintian now.
After all, the commander of the convoy will issue orders to the vehicles one by one!
So Fang Lang didn't move, but continued to look in that direction.
When the leading car passed by that house, the sense of danger in that house began to slowly disappear.
Obviously the other party is already alert.
But Fang Lang didn't care. It was his first time in Germany, and this enemy probably wasn't targeting him specifically.
Fang Lang suspected that the remnants of the Communist Party were hidden somewhere and wanted to attack the occupying forces.
Maybe after seeing the size of Fang Lang's fleet, they wanted to try their luck.
Unfortunately, Fang Lang's reaction obviously shocked the other party.
Especially when the leading car passed in front of his house, the other party immediately gave up the attack plan.
He was a little curious. He came here obviously on a temporary basis, which meant that the other party was not here for him.
Of course, Fang Lang didn't believe it if Mrs. Henderson would reveal that she was going to invite Mr. Polman to work for her and let the killer come in advance to ambush you.
Because, if he wanted to ambush him, the location of that house was really not good, and his line of sight would obviously be blocked by the flower bed in front of his house.
Moreover, there are many places suitable for ambush on the way here. Why not ambush somewhere instead of ambush in such a place that is not suitable for ambush?
Now that the sense of danger had disappeared, Fang Lang didn't care, shook his head with a smile, and got out of the car and walked to Bollman's house.
As for the other guards in the motorcade, as early as when Zhuang Xintian was walking to Polman's house, they had all got out of the car and were on guard with weapons in hand.
Seeing Fang Lang get out of the car, three soldiers immediately surrounded him and used their bodies to block the enemy's sight from three directions.
Fang Lang glanced at the movements of the soldiers and nodded.
Generally speaking, this action of protecting important personnel was done very well.
But it would be better if you could open a few black umbrellas to block more views.
Zhuang Xintian, who was in the house, saw Fang Lang coming over and hurriedly went out. He put his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist and stared in the direction of the house.
All these things that happened at the door were seen by Polman, which made him a little frightened, and he obviously didn't understand what happened.
Fang Lang looked at the short and thin man in his thirties with an unattractive appearance in front of him, took the initiative to extend his hand and said enthusiastically:
"Mr. Polman, I'm sorry that I took the liberty of visiting and surprised you!
Don't worry, the soldiers discovered some abnormalities.
It'll be over soon, can we go in and have a chat? "
Originally, Fang Lang wanted to visit Polman as an ordinary businessman, but after doing this, it became obvious that it was impossible.
After all, if you say these people are bodyguards! Nowadays, no one would bring so many bodyguards with them when they go out.
(End of chapter)
