Fang Lang already had his own guess about the current situation, but he did not show it. Instead, he quietly observed Homero Wenger beside him.
Wanted to see if he was really who he thought he was.
"Without a chief designer, it only affects your design department! The production line must not be affected!
Don't tell me that you can't even produce the original Beetle. "
I don't know if I have heard Fang Lang's dissatisfaction from his tone. Homero Wenger looked a little nervous and waved his hands quickly:
“Don’t worry, boss, when we first established the joint venture factory, we had already transferred most of the information from the German Porsche Company.
The construction of the company's production lines has not been affected in any way. The first "Beetle" made in Brazil was successfully rolled off the production line last Wednesday. A total of 35 units have been produced for testing.
If there are no problems with the test, it can be put into large-scale production. "
Hearing that the production line was successfully completed, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the vehicles have successfully rolled off the production line, although they are still testing, Fang Lang estimates that this should also be a method.
The other party said that most of the information about German Porsche had been transferred over. Fang Lang's heart moved slightly and he continued calmly:
"Oh! Most of the data has been transferred? What data are you referring to?
Since the company's chief designer has been imprisoned, the important information should have been sealed by the Allies! "
When Homero Wenger saw Fang Lang's expression softening slightly, he quickly whispered:
“Boss, these materials are important research materials for Porsche, and most of them are about the research and development of engines for cars, airplanes, and ships.
It is also an important basis for our ability to quickly put engines into production in Brazil. "
Then his eyes casually glanced at the driver in front of him and Qi Qingshan, who was sitting in the passenger seat with no expression and looking straight ahead.
He leaned slightly towards Fang Lang and said in a voice so low that only Fang Lang could hear:
"There is also some important information on the development of the Tiger tank by the Porsche factory."
Hearing this, Fang Lang felt happy, but looked at the other party with some displeasure and said:
“There are only a few of us in the car, so we don’t have to lower our voices deliberately.
You must understand that we cooperate with Porsche because we have taken a fancy to the car production capacity of the Porsche factory.
The Tiger tank research and development information you mentioned does not have any objection to our company.
If not, it may bring unnecessary risks to us.
Putting these things in the company is simply a time bomb. "
He raised his head and glanced at Qi Qingshan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said in a calm tone:
"Qingshan, when we get to the company, we will take someone to seal all the information and report the situation here to our allies to see how we can deal with the information."
Qi Qingshan turned his head when he heard this, glanced at Fang Lang quickly, exchanged glances quickly, nodded seriously and naturally:
"Yes, boss!"
Homero Wenger obviously did not expect this reaction from Fang Lang. He was still a little unresponsive for a while. After a while, he waved his hands and said:
“Boss, you can’t do it, you can’t do it!
This information is Mr. Porsche's years of hard work, and it must not be handed over to the Americans so easily!
Boss, please believe me! As long as we keep this information well, after Mr. Porsche is released from prison, we will be able to build a brand new Tiger tank for you under his leadership. "
Hearing this, Fang Lang became more vigilant, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be puzzled:
"The war is over, so why build tanks? Besides, the most advanced tanks are no longer Tigers, so what use does this data have?
The reason why Mr. Porsche continues to be detained is because he failed to hand over these materials, right?
If we hand over this information to the Allies, maybe Mr. Porsche can be released from prison immediately?
In this way, our design office will not continue to do nothing! "
When Homero Wenger heard this, a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and his expression was a little gloomy, but he quickly returned to normal. Unfortunately, all this did not escape Fang Lang's eyes.
“Boss, you have to think about how important the information that Mr. Porsche would rather be imprisoned by the Allies than hand over would be.
With your connections in the Allied Forces, as long as you come forward to bail Mr. Porsche out, Mr. Porsche will be able to lead us to re-produce qualified Tiger tanks.
This is a good thing that can sell for a lot of money. "
Fang Lang's eyes were cold, he looked ahead casually, and said in a calm tone:
"So, you actually want me to bail out Mr. Porsche, right?"
Homero Wenger was obviously taken aback by these words. He looked up at Fang Lang with some surprise, and found that the other party's eyes were not on him. His expression changed continuously, as if he noticed something was wrong, and he quickly waved his hand and explained:
"Boss, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that these information are very important and cannot be handed over to the Allies so easily.
In this way we will suffer a big loss. As long as we have this information, we can directly produce tanks after Mr. Porsche comes out.
Boss, you are a general, don't you know the role of tanks? "
Fang Lang turned his head slightly, glanced at Homero Wenger, who was trying to defend himself, and said with a smile:
"I know the role of tanks, but unfortunately I am a navy, and tanks are not as important to me as you think.
You just said that I have connections in the Allied Forces. You are right. I am a member of the Allied Forces myself. Do you think it is worth destroying my reputation in the Allied Forces for a tank design drawing? "
This situation was obviously different from what Homero Wenger had expected. He was very aware of Fangyuan Group's layout in the military industry, so he deliberately and unintentionally revealed that the current Porsche factory had research and development information on the Tiger tank.
Normally, Fang Lang would be very interested. Then, he tried every means to promote the project. In order to promote the project smoothly, Fang Lang himself should also find ways to take the initiative to get Mr. Porsche out of the Allied prison without him having to say much.
As for how to operate it after fishing it out, he already has a complete plan.
Unexpectedly, the plan had not officially started and encountered difficulties in the first step.
The other party's response was not to use these data to develop tanks, but to hand over these data to the Allies. If they really did this, wouldn't it lose any meaning if they tried every means to bring this information from Germany to Brazil?
Mr. Porsche's insistence on continuing in prison will become meaningless. In fact, his prison career during this period will become a joke.
This is absolutely unacceptable to him.
"But, boss, this is your opportunity to enter the army equipment!
Could it be, you"
Before Homero Wenger could finish speaking, Fang Lang reached out and interrupted him. Glancing at the scenery outside the window, the team seemed to be approaching Porsche's factory in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
"Mr. Homero Wenger, these are not important. I am more curious about a question now. I wonder if you can answer it for me?"
He noticed that Fang Lang's eyes seemed to be a little cold when he looked at him. This was completely different from the irritation he felt when he first met him because he said the progress of the Porsche factory was slow.
At this time, Homero Wenger only felt a cold aura emanating from the other person's body, which made him shudder involuntarily. He no longer dared to do what he did when he just met, in order to drag the other person to the factory. Stalking.
Instead, his whole body became a little stiff.
He didn't know what question Fang Lang wanted to ask, but judging from the other party's attitude, it was definitely not an easy question to answer.
But he definitely couldn't refuse to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and said:
"Old boss, please tell me!"
When Fang Lang ordered Qi Qingshan to seal up the information, Qi Qingshan had already noticed Fang Lang's strange mood, so he became vigilant.
Now even the driver who was driving noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the car, and the adjutant Qi Qingshan had unconsciously pulled out the pistol on his belt.
The space in the car is only so big. Qi Qingshan's actions did not hide it from Homero Wenger, nor did he want to hide it from the other party. Therefore, at this moment, Homero Wenger has begun to regret his move to pester Fang Lang today. .
Fang Lang also noticed Qi Qingshan's movements. He smiled and did not speak. Instead, he stared into Homero Wenger's eyes and asked word by word:
"Can you tell me the reason for Mr. Paul's resignation?"
Hearing this, Homero Wenger unconsciously raised his hand, rubbed his nose with his index finger, and then said as if recalling:
"It seems to be to provide better education for the children at home."
Seeing the other person rubbing his nose, Fang Lang smiled slightly and continued to ask unhurriedly:
"Do you believe?"
Homero Wenger quickly raised his head, looked at Fang Lang, and said in a very affirmative tone:
"Sure, why not?"
After saying that, he didn't forget to shrug his shoulders.
Seeing this scene, Fang Lang stopped smiling, stared closely into Homero Wenger's eyes, and said word by word:
"Why did I hear that you squeezed him away?"
These words obviously startled Homero Wenger. He unconsciously stepped back slightly on the car seat. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it again. .
“Boss, someone must have deliberately framed me, please believe me.
I worked for Porsche for nearly ten years, and I may have offended a few people on the job. This must be their revenge, and there is absolutely no way I would do such a thing. "
Fang Lang did not continue to ask questions, but just looked at the other party with a playful expression. Until the other party's expression became very unnatural, he smiled slightly and said:
"Well! What you said makes sense, I believe you!
So who do you think would deliberately frame you behind your back and say bad things about you? "
At this moment, Homero Wenger could no longer maintain his calmness, and said quickly in a panic:
“The boss, it must be this bastard Ivar Beard, it must be him.
Some time ago, I transferred him from the position of workshop director to warehouse manager, and he has been very dissatisfied with me. He must be the one who talks bad about me around the company every day.
Boss, you must believe me, I was wronged. "
The corners of Fang Lang's mouth turned up slightly and he continued to say calmly:
"Well! I will ask someone to investigate in detail. If you are really framed by him, I will definitely clear your name."
Homero Wenger seemed to have some reaction, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and his face became a little ugly. He was not a fool. At this moment, he had noticed something was wrong.
Fang Lang said that if he was framed, he would be cleared, but he did not say what punishment he would be punished for framing him.
But at this time, he didn't dare to say anything more. He felt that he should talk less now. After all, talking too much would make mistakes.
He quickly said with gratitude on his face:
"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"
(End of chapter)
