The figure of eight million US dollars made Fang Lang jump up.
Isn’t this fucking nonsense? Although eight million dollars is definitely a huge amount of money.
But compared to the automobile industry, aircraft manufacturing factory, and machine tool factory that Fang Lang wants to establish.
Even for a complete industrial system, this amount of money is simply not enough to fill the gap between teeth.
And Universal Group still needs to continue to invest in order to grow rapidly.
This is not a thing!
"How come there is only so much? Now our tobacco company has opened up sales in Brazil and Europe.
In addition, after our grain and oil companies purchase low-price raw materials from Brazil, process them, and sell them to Europe at high prices through global trade, the profits are already very considerable! "
"Yes, boss! This is why we still have eight million dollars.
At that time, you must also see that our expenses now are also very huge.
Among them, the biggest expenditure is the immigration activities of labor service companies. Now we are in the three cities of Tianjin, Shanghai and Guangzhou in the East.
Every day ships go out to sea filled with immigrants heading to Brazil, although the cost of the population is deducted with penicillin.
However, the cost of global shipping is indeed huge.
The most important thing is that in order to resettle immigrants, companies are now buying land and farms frantically in Rio Grande do Sul.
Even the price of the land we purchased has increased by ten percent.
So now we really only have $8 million in funds that we can allocate. "
Fang Lang understood that what the financial assistant said was true.
After thinking for a while, Fang Lang said to the financial assistant:
"Okay, I understand. You go down and have a rest early! I'll come back to you if I need you."
"Okay, boss! Good night then."
Looking at the financial assistant closing the door and leaving, Fang Lang felt a little headache. This was the best time for the company to rise, and Fang Lang couldn't give up.
Therefore, in the end, Fang Lang decided to use the gold reserves from Japan to obtain Brazil.
Fang Lang knew very well that the value of this batch of gold was nearly US$120 million.
This is an astronomical sum of money, enough for Fang Lang to complete all investments in Germany and still have a surplus.
You must know that the total investment by the United States in the European Renaissance Plan, which is about to begin in two years, is only US$13 billion.
This is already one percent of the funding for the entire plan.
However, it was finally found from Sumitomo's house, and Fang Lang was reluctant to sell it directly.
Therefore, a telegram was sent directly to Brazil, asking his father to smelt the gold and obtain a mortgage loan from an American bank.
Fang Lang's father, Fang Xinshan, also knew that the copper material brought back to Brazil was actually gold.
After receiving Fang Lang's telegram, Fang Xinshan did not object and directly followed Fang Lang's request.
The next day, Fang Lang had breakfast at the hotel and then went to the Stuttgart City Hall accompanied by guards.
Meet Mayor Jonas.
When I arrived at the city hall, I saw that there were cars parked outside the city hall, and there were also cars coming from other places.
The people getting on and off these vehicles all looked well-dressed.
Fang Lang understood that this should be Jonas busy with what he had told him yesterday.
After sitting in the car and thinking about it, Fang Lang didn't get out of the car.
Instead, let the team turn around and continue walking to see if they can find a guide who can show them the machine tool processing factory.
After walking more than a hundred meters, the convoy suddenly stopped.
Fang Lang was sitting in the car and didn't know what was happening in front of him.
Zhuang Xintian got out of the car and went to check the situation, and came back after a while.
He said to Fang Lang:
"Sir, there is a middle-aged man in front who wants to extort money. I have asked someone to take him aside to deal with it."
As soon as he said this, Fang Lang
I'm interested, what do you mean?
Don't worry, you're still blind! How dare you mess with such a big convoy?
"A man comes here to extort money? What do you mean? He has a bomb strapped to him? Is he so powerful?"
Zhuang Xintian understood as soon as he heard Fang Lang's words that Fang Lang must have misunderstood.
If someone really showed up here with a bomb strapped to them, he would have opened fire long ago and wouldn't even bother to collect the bodies.
How could there be a chance to extort money?
"No, no, there was a middle-aged man who deliberately rushed to the front of the car and lay down unwilling to get up.
He said he wanted to sell something, but the soldiers thought he was up to something evil and had already tied him up.
Prepare to take it back for review. "
"Then how do you know that he is not up to no good but extorting money?"
Hearing Fang Lang's question, Zhuang Xintian smiled and said:
"I checked this guy's situation, he should be an intellectual.
As soon as he saw us taking out guns, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away.
I have carefully observed his expression and movements. This guy is definitely not a trained professional.
Like a hungry scholar.
No abnormalities were found around him. "
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang was shocked.
I'm afraid you don't know what a *** attack is!
At your level, you can tell with just two glances that others are not here to do evil.
Are people with evil intentions still carving words on their faces?
"Did you take shelter? Be careful to see if there are any bombs on you."
Fang Lang's words made Zhuang Xintian stunned. He had a bomb on him. The boss suspected that this person was up to no good!
"Don't worry, boss, we have already searched you. Apart from carrying a document bag, there is nothing else."
And, how should I put it?
Maybe you will trust my judgment after the boss sees this person. "
Zhuang Xintian's words aroused Fang Lang's interest. What does it mean to believe your judgment after seeing this person?
"Then go back! I want to see what kind of person you said is trying to extort money!"
I originally wanted to talk to Mayor Jonas about the machine tool factory, but Mayor Jonas was unavailable, so there would be nothing wrong with him.
Faced with an unexpected situation like this, Fang Lang really didn't dare to stay outside for too long. He would be wronged if he was attacked later.
So Fang Lang, who was afraid of death, decided to go back to the hotel to get up first.
The order was given, and the convoy quickly returned to the hotel along the original route.
Fang Lang returned to the room and soon saw what Zhuang Xintian said, looking like someone who wanted to extort money.
I saw two soldiers carrying an extremely thin middle-aged man in like a chicken.
The man didn't know if his eyesight was not very good, but his eyes were narrowed to see the surrounding environment clearly.
When they arrived about four or five meters away from Fang Lang, the two soldiers let go and the thin man fell to the ground.
His mouth was gagged with a rag and he kept whining.
Zhuang Xintian stepped forward and pulled out the cloth from the man's mouth. The man took two deep breaths of fresh air before shouting in English:
"Where are my papers? You robbers, papers. Where are my papers?"
Although it is tied up like a rice dumpling, it is strong.
The man didn't seem panicked at this time, and he was immediately concerned about the documents he carried with him.
Hearing the man's words, Fang Lang looked at the portfolio in Zhuang Xintian's hand.
Seeing Zhuang Xintian wanting to hand it over, Fang Lang quickly stopped him and said:
"Don't open files from strangers casually, it's rude.
Please return the document to this gentleman. "
While talking, Fang Lang also winked at Zhuang Xintian, indicating that the document should be returned to him.
Looking at Zhuang Xintian's confused expression.
Fang Lang shook his head helplessly, it was so unprofessional.
We already have germ weapons now. What if the middle-aged man in front of us is an expert in this field?
People sprinkle some deadly bacteria on the documents, killing people invisible.
I don’t know how you died by then.
This is not because Fang Lang has delusions of being persecuted.
However, there was something fishy about this matter. Fang Lang had just dealt with two Gestapo.
Who can guarantee that this person is not an accomplice of Leo and Paul?
Besides, how many serious people would run to the front of the motorcade and say that they wanted to sell something?
I believe you when you say it’s a porcelain affair.
If you say it's for sale, you'd be damned if you believe it.
The man was lying on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, his fingers pinched the file bag that was stuffed back into his hand, and he obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Lang was stunned when he saw him breathing a sigh of relief. Did I make a mistake?
Is there any problem with this person’s documents?
After thinking for a while, he took the initiative and said:
"Sir, don't you know what to call me?"
When the man on the ground heard Fang Lang's question, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Fang Lang.
He squinted his eyes tighter, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Fang Lang.
"Hello, sir! My name is Ludwig Folger. This is so rude.
do not worry! I really mean no harm, I'm just looking for a discerning buyer for my research. "
Listening to the man's words, Fang Lang always felt a very funny feeling.
However, Fang Lang also understood why Zhuang Xintian thought that this man did not look like a person with evil intentions.
Now Fang Lang also felt that the other party was really not a bad guy who was deliberately targeting him.
Fang Lang did not feel any hostility from the man in front of him.
He glanced at Zhuang Xintian and said:
"Please untie our guest and ask our guest to sit down."
The two soldiers quickly worked together to untie the man on the ground and helped him stand up.
The man did not sit down after being helped up. Instead, he straightened his clothes, then bowed politely to Fang Lang and saluted.
Fang Lang was stunned. It seemed that a person really could not be judged by his appearance. The thin man in front of him was at most over 1.6 meters tall.
He looks very thin. If he looked at his back and said he was a junior high school student, no one would doubt him.
Only by looking at his face can you tell that he is a middle-aged man of some age.
The etiquette of middle-aged people is obviously Western gentlemanly etiquette. It is obvious that this is a well-educated gentleman.
It's just that his size makes him look a little funny.
"Gentlemen, I wonder if you could return my glasses to me first. Without them I can't even see clearly one meter away."
Fang Lang looked at the soldiers around him and saw one of them take out a pair of glasses with lenses about the same thickness as the bottom of a beer bottle from his pocket and hand them over.
Fang Lang could see circles of double images on his glasses.
Based on Fang Lang's experience, the power of these glasses definitely exceeds 800 degrees.
The man took the glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. Unfortunately, he didn't know if they were thrown to the ground today or if they were already somewhat deformed.
It took a few hard twists to reset the eye.
He saw Fang Lang sitting not far away, Zhuang Xintian standing behind Fang Lang with his hand on his gun holster, and several guards holding Thompson submachine guns around him.
There was no nervous expression on the man's face and he looked very calm.
After saluting Fang Lang again, he said:
"Dear Sir, I wonder if I am lucky enough to know your name?"
Fang Lang did not continue to sit, but stood up and stretched out his hand to the man in front of him:
"Hello, Mr. Folger! My name is Fang Lang, nice to meet you!"
