Fang Lang was not in the mood to argue with this guy over and over again, so he went straight to the point:
"I understand what you mean. I just want to see if I can send you into the current government through my connections after obtaining the amnesty order, right?"
Seeing Chong Guangkui's face stagnant, a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face, but Fang Lang didn't want to care too much about his feelings, nor was he willing to waste time with him here, so he continued without hesitation:
"To be honest, you are an old politician and you should not do such stupid things. The current Japanese political arena is dominated by the Japanese Liberal Party. If you want to enter politics, the first thing you have to do is to choose a suitable political party instead of thinking to enter politics directly.
Yes, with my strength, I can easily infiltrate you into the Japanese government, but what next? How long can you stay in this position without the support of a political party?
Therefore, I think what you need to do now is not to rush into the whirlpool of the government, but to think clearly about how you want to take your future path.
If you can really realize that the aggressive war launched by Japan in the past was a wrong war, then you should let all countries see your sincerity.
Once your sincerity satisfies us, we will support you. If you can put forward a constructive platform, it will not be difficult to form a political party outside the Liberal Party.
If your program and your actions can satisfy us and give us enough benefits, let us fully support you, even if it means sending you to the position of Prime Minister of Japan.
Do you get me? The premise of everything is that you can show enough value and give us real benefits.
If you do nothing and only think about asking, then I can tell you clearly that you will get nothing. "
Does Shigemitsu Aoi really not understand this truth? In fact, he knew very well in his heart, otherwise why would he become the Foreign Minister of Japan? The reason why he behaved so poorly in front of Fang Lang was because he saw that Fang Lang was young and his personality seemed greedy and impulsive, so he Will deliberately show weakness to make himself look ignorant and harmless.
Hoping to get more support and benefits from Fang Lang, Fang Lang has been testing his purpose to see what he wants to do. At the same time, I also want to take advantage of the opportunity to gain more benefits.
Today's meeting can be regarded as the last test between the two. If Shigemitsu Aoi cannot get more benefits from Fang Lang in advance, he can only follow the path set by Fang Lang. Come and go.
Unless he finds a better way. But the current situation is that the path Fang Lang gave him is the one that seems to be the best.
Fang Lang would never give him a chance to take another path. With the entry of the God's Whip Company military contracting company, their options will become less and less, because Fang Lang will slowly compress the activity space of their war criminals.
Either follow his request and choose to become Japan's capitulator, completely put aside its former glory, admit its mistakes to the world, and govern in his interests.
Or, after Fang Lang's layout in Japan is formed, he quietly disappears into the unknown smelly ditch. You know, after Fang Lang completely controls the Japanese military and police, no one in Japan can stop his revenge.
Even if they knew that a former war criminal high-ranking official died under mysterious circumstances, absolutely no one would dare to raise any objections, because the police investigation will tell you that it was an accident and ensure that all the evidence chains are very complete, no matter who investigates. No problem found.
Seeing that Fang Lang was no longer covering up and directly expressed his inner thoughts, Shigemitsu Aoi also understood that he had no other way to go. He endured the humiliation and bowed to the young Brazilian rear admiral again. :
"General, I understand what you mean! I will let you see my determination next."
Fang Lang casually picked up a towel and wiped his mouth, then slowly stood up from behind the dining table. Before Shigemitsu Kui stood up, he patted the other party's shoulder with his hand and said:
"You don't have much time. This is your last chance. If you can't satisfy me, then just pretend that we have never met!"
After saying that, he threw the towel he had just wiped his mouth on the other person's shoulder and strode out.
Both of them knew very well that what Fang Lang was talking about was the quantity and quality of the cultural relics delivered to the dock in three days. If Fang Lang could not be satisfied, Chongmitsu Kui would lose the opportunity to obtain an amnesty order from Fang Lang.
This was something Shigemitsu Kui was absolutely unwilling to bear. Therefore, at this moment, he did not care at all about the humiliation of Fang Lang casually throwing the towel he had just wiped his mouth on him. Instead, he directly began to think about how to make Fang Lang Satisfy this greedy guy.
It wasn't until Fang Lang walked out of the door of the izakaya, got in the car and left, and the car horn sounded, that he came back from his thoughts. Turning around, he saw the owner and his wife of the izakaya standing behind the bar, looking at him, as if they were hesitating whether to step forward to remind him that the other party had already left.
He reluctantly showed a smile to his former subordinate, waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care about him, and then sat back at the dining table, drinking and drinking by himself with the unfinished food and wine on the table.
The male owner of the izakaya seemed to want to step forward and say something, but the woman beside her stopped him and shook her head at him, indicating that what the other party needed now was silence and not to disturb him.
Seeing this, the man could only take a deep look at the once arrogant old man and shook his head silently.
After leaving the izakaya, Fang Lang went directly to the Universal Morgan Bank Building in Japan. Here he met with the heads of the Japanese branches of Universal Group and Fangyuan Group, and learned about their current situation in Japan, and made more suggestions to them. Further requests.
Then he asked the president of the bank, the CEO of Universal Group's Japanese branch, and the CEO of Fangyuan Group's Japanese branch to visit Mr. Alexander Dodge, the U.S. economic adviser in Japan, on his behalf.
Because Global Morgan Bank has shares in the Morgan consortium, Fang Lang is not worried at all that this economic consultant will make things difficult for Fang Lang's investment projects in Japan.
And after last night's communication, Fang Lang also decided to share some Japanese interests with the other party appropriately in order to increase the other party's enthusiasm for doing things for him. Regarding the next specific communication, Fang Lang completely delegated power to his subordinates to discuss the details. After explaining the relevant matters, Fang Lang went directly back to his home and returned to the naval base.
Another day passed, and snowflakes began to drift in the sky since last night. When Fang Lang got up early this morning, the entire U.S. naval base in Japan was covered in a blanket of white snow.
Fang Lang, who lived in the officer's dormitory of the naval base, was awakened by the sound of officers and soldiers playing downstairs. He opened the curtains and looked outside, and saw a group of Brazilian Navy soldiers playing on the playground that had just snowed. When he saw these The guy behaved like a child, so he knew that these people must be recruits who had never seen a snowy day before, and they were still fresh after so many days.
He stood in front of the window for a while and watched the playfulness of his subordinates, which made him feel a little more relaxed. Just when he was about to turn around and wash up, the phone on his bedside suddenly rang.
Fortunately, he had woken up naturally, otherwise it would not have been a pleasant experience to be woken up by a phone call early in the morning. He walked briskly over and held the phone in his hand. As he walked back to the window, he casually picked up the receiver with his free right hand and put it to his ear and said:
"Boss! I'm Joseph Clark. Dougie Boyd is here. When is it convenient for you to see him?"
Fang Lang exclaimed slightly in surprise:
"So fast?"
"Yes, he boarded a US military transport plane that took off from the West Coast of the United States. He came directly to me as soon as he arrived in Tokyo."
Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his left hand, glanced at the time on his watch, and thought for a moment:
"I just got up! Let's do this! You take him over to the naval base and let's have breakfast together and talk!"
"Okay, boss! Let's leave now, we'll be there in twenty minutes!"
"Then I'll wait for you in the officers' mess on the third floor."
Fang Lang, who had been staying at the former Yokosuka Naval Base in Japan for many days, did not regard himself as a guest at all. Not only did he eat and live here every day, but he also chose to entertain his friends directly at the base.
It's not that he doesn't want to go to Yokohama and Tokyo, which are not far away, but that they have been here for a long time. If nothing happens, they will be ready to leave for the port city early the day after tomorrow.
Moreover, what they want to talk about this time is also about the establishment of the branch of God's Whip Military Contracting Company. Conversations on U.S. military bases have greater privacy.
When Fang Lang finished washing up, put on a clean military uniform again, and walked into the naval officers' mess on the third floor where they were located, Joseph Clark and the former U.S. Army Lieutenant General named Dorje Boyd were already at the door of the mess. Wait for him.
The other party was an old white man with some gray hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, who looked more like a scholar than a soldier. Due to the fact that white people generally age earlier, Fang Lang was not sure about the other party for a while. His true age, but based on intuition, he should be between sixty and sixty-five years old.
Of course, this guy has rosy skin and a clean shave, which shows that he pays great attention to body care. It is very possible that he is a little older.
As for whether it is appropriate to serve as the general manager of the Japanese branch at such an old age, Fang Lang doesn't care. How many young people can get into the position of lieutenant general in the US military! Do you think everyone cheats and upgrades like him?
The older such people are, the more experienced they are, and the wider their network of contacts, the more comfortable they will be in their future work.
"Boss, this is Lieutenant General Dougie Boyd I'm telling you about!"
Fang Lang raised his hand and gave a casual military salute to the other party, then extended his right hand towards the other party.
When Dolphin Boyd introduced him to the boss, he quickly stretched out his right hand, held it tightly with Fang Lang, and shook it hard twice.
"Boss, nice to meet you! I'm Dougie Boyd!"
Although the other party is not young and looks more like a scholar than a soldier, his handshake is very strong, and his palm is not as smooth as Fang Lang imagined. At least the touch from the tiger's mouth can still be seen, and the other party must touch it frequently. Gun, this surprised Fang Lang.
He smiled and nodded politely at the other party and said:
"I have heard Mr. Clark tell me about you a long time ago. He admires your ability very much. When selecting the general manager of the Japanese branch this time, he thought of you first.
Now I understand at the first sight of you that Mr. Clark did not lie to me. You are indeed an excellent soldier. "
The sedan chair was carried by everyone. The man in front of him, Dougie Boyd, was once a lieutenant general in the U.S. Army, and his status in the army was obviously higher than that of Joseph Clark. In order to maintain the authority of Joseph, the CEO, in God's Whip Military Contracting Company, Fang Lang certainly had to give Joseph Clark enough face.
Therefore, I directly praised the Army Lieutenant General severely, hoping to make the other party feel grateful for today's promotion and avoid unnecessary wrangling in future work.
(End of chapter)
