Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 176 Blocking the way and extorting money

  The figure of eight million dollars made Fang Lang jump up by himself.

   Isn't this **** bullshit? Although eight million dollars is definitely a very huge amount.

  But compared to the automobile industry, aircraft factory, and machine tool factory that Fang Lang wants to build.

   Even a complete industrial system, this amount of money is simply not enough to fit between the teeth.

  The Universal Group still needs to continue to invest in order to grow rapidly.

  This is not a thing!

   "How can there be only so little? Now our tobacco company has opened up sales in Brazil and Europe.

  In addition, our grain and oil companies purchase low-priced raw materials from Brazil for processing, and then sell them to Europe at high prices through global trade. The profits generated are already very considerable! "

   "Yes, boss! That's why we still have eight million dollars.

   At the same time, you must also see that our expenditure is also very huge now.

  Among them, the biggest expense is the immigration activities of labor service companies. Now we are in the three eastern cities of Tianjin, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.

   Every day, ships go out to sea full of immigrants and come to Brazil, although the cost of population is deducted with penicillin.

   However, the cost of shipping around the world is indeed huge.

  The most important thing is to resettle immigrants. Now the company is frantically buying land and farms in Rio Grande do Sul.

  Even the price of the land has been increased by 10% from what we bought.

  So now the funds we can draw out are really only 8 million US dollars. "

   Fang Lang understood that what the financial assistant said was true.

   After pondering for a while, Fang Lang said to the financial assistant:

   "Okay, I understand. You go down and rest early! I will find you again if necessary."

   "Okay, boss! Good night then."

   Looking at the financial assistant who closed the door and went out, Fang Lang felt a little headache. This is the best time for the company to rise, and Fang Lang can't give up.

  So, in the end Fang Lang decided to use the gold reserves obtained from Japan and Brazil.

  Fang Lang knew very well that the value of this batch of gold was as high as nearly 120 million US dollars.

   This is an astronomical sum, enough for Fang Lang to complete all his investments in Germany and still have a surplus.

   You must know that the total investment of the United States in the European recovery plan, which is about to start in two years, is only 13 billion U.S. dollars.

   This is already one percent of the funding for the entire plan.

   But this was finally found from Sumitomo's house, and Fang Lang was reluctant to sell it directly.

   Therefore, a direct telegram was sent to Brazil, asking his father to smelt the gold and mortgage it to the Bank of America.

  Fang Lang's father Fang Xinshan also knew that the batch of copper materials brought back to Brazil were 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 accompanied by guards went to the Stuttgart City Hall.

   Visit Mayor Jonas.

  When I came to the city hall, I saw that the outside of the city hall was full of vehicles, and vehicles were constantly coming from other places.

  Looking at the people getting on and off these vehicles, they all look well-dressed.

  Fang Lang understood that Jonas should be busy with what he told him yesterday.

   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 to walk forward to see if they can find a guide and show them the machine tool factory.

   After walking forward for more than a hundred meters, the convoy suddenly stopped.

   Fang Lang sat in the car and didn't know what happened in front of him.

  Zhuang Xintian got off the car and went to check the situation, and came back after a while.

   Said to Fang Lang:

   "Sir, there is a middle-aged man in front who wants to extort money, and I have asked someone to pull him aside to deal with it."

  After saying this, Fang Lang became interested. What do you mean?

   Don’t die, you’re still blind! Dare to provoke such a big team?

   "A person came up to extort money? What do you mean? A bomb is strapped to him? So powerful?"

   Zhuang Xintian understood as soon as he heard Fang Lang's words, Fang Lang must have misunderstood.

  If someone really showed up here with a bomb, he would have shot him long ago, and he didn't even bother to collect the corpse.

  How could there be a chance to extort money.

   "No, no, there was a middle-aged man deliberately rushed to the front of the car and lay down, unwilling to get up.

   Said he was going to sell something, and the soldiers thought he was trying to plot something wrong, so they had already tied him up.

   Ready to take it back for trial. "

   "Then how do you know that he is not trying to commit crimes but to extort money?"

  Hearing Fang Lang's question, Zhuang Xintian smiled and said:

   "I checked the situation of this guy, he should be an intellectual.

  As soon as I saw us taking out the gun, I was so scared that I wanted to run away.

  I have carefully observed his expressions and movements. This guy is definitely not a trained professional.

  Like a scholar who is dizzy from hunger.

  No abnormalities were found around   . "

   Hearing this, Fang Lang was taken aback.

  伱 I'm afraid I don't know what a human bomb attack is!

  As far as your level is concerned, you can tell with just a glance that someone else is not here to plot evil.

   Could it be that the person who plots evil is still engraved on his face?

   "Are you locked up? Be careful if you have a bomb on you."

  Fang Lang's words stunned Zhuang Xintian. There was a bomb on his body. The boss suspected that this person was plotting something wrong!

   "Don't worry, the boss, we have already searched the body. There is nothing else except a file bag with you.

   And, how should I say it?

  Maybe the boss will trust my judgment after seeing 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 going to extort money!"

  I originally wanted to find Mr. Mayor Jonas to communicate about the machine tool factory, but Mayor Jonas is not free, so there is nothing wrong with coming out.

  Encountered the current unexpected situation, Fang Lang really didn't dare to stay outside for too long, and he would be wronged when he was attacked.

  So Fang Lang, who was afraid of death, decided to go back to the hotel first and get up.

  The order was issued, and the convoy quickly returned to the hotel by the same route.

   Fang Lang, who returned to the room, soon saw what Zhuang Xintian said looked like someone who wanted to extort money.

   I saw two soldiers walking in, escorting an extremely thin middle-aged man like a chicken.

  The man didn't know if his eyesight was not very good, his eyes narrowed into a small slit to see the surrounding environment clearly.

  When they came to a position about four or five meters away from Fang Lang, the two soldiers let go, and the thin man fell to the ground.

   Mouth blocked by a rag, whining continuously.

  Zhuang Xintian stepped forward and pulled out the cloth ball from the man's mouth. The man took two breaths of fresh air before shouting in English:

   "Where are my files? You robbers, files. Where are my files?"

  Although it is **** firmly like a zongzi.

  The man didn't seem to panic at this time, and the first thing he said was concerned about the documents he was carrying with him.

  Hearing what the man said, Fang Lang looked at the portfolio in Zhuang Xintian's hand.

  Seeing that Zhuang Xintian wanted to hand it over, Fang Lang hurriedly stopped him:

   “Don’t open strangers’ files, it’s rude.

  Please return the file to this gentleman. "

   While talking about Fang Lang's return, he winked at Zhuang Xintian, signaling to return the document to the other party.

  Looking at Zhuang Xintian's confused expression.

   Fang Lang shook his head helplessly, it was too unprofessional.

   Now we already have bacterial weapons. 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.

  You don’t know how you will die then.

   This is not because Fang Lang has delusions of persecution.

   Rather, this matter is strange, Fang Lang just dealt with two Gestapo.

  Who can guarantee that this person is not an accomplice of Leo and Paul?

   Besides, how many serious people will go to the front of the convoy and say that they want to sell something?

  I really believed you when you said Pengci.

  If you say it’s selling things, I’ll be damned if I believe you.

  The man was lying on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. He pinched the file bag that had been stuffed back into his hand with his fingers, obviously heaving a sigh of relief.

   Fang Lang was taken aback when he saw his relieved movement, did I make a wrong judgment?

   Is this person's file okay?

   After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to say:

   "This gentleman, I don't know how to address him?"

  The man on the ground heard Fang Lang's question, turned his head in a difficult direction, and looked at Fang Lang.

   His eyes narrowed even tighter, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Fang Lang's appearance.

   "Hi sir! My name is Ludwig Folger, I'm so rude.

please do not worry! I really mean no harm, I'm just looking for a good buyer for my research. "

  Listening to the man's words, Fang Lang always felt very funny.

  However, Fang Lang also knew why Zhuang Xintian thought that this man didn't look like a person who planned evil.

  Now Fang Lang also feels that the other party should really not be a villain who is deliberately targeting him.

  Fang Lang did not feel any hostility from the man in front of him.

  Glanced at Zhuang Xintian and said:

   "Please untie our guests and ask our guests to sit down."

  The two soldiers quickly untied the man on the ground with their hands up and down, and helped him stand up.

  The man did not sit down after being helped up, but straightened his clothes, then bowed to Fang Lang politely, and saluted.

  Fang Lang was taken aback for a moment, it seemed that he was really not good for his appearance, the thin man in front of him was at most one meter six in height.

  The whole person looks very thin. If you look at the back and say that you are a junior high school student, no one will doubt it.

  Only by facing the face can one see that this is a middle-aged man of quite a certain age.

  The etiquette of middle-aged people is obviously a western gentleman's etiquette, obviously this is a well-educated gentleman.

   It's just that his size makes him look a little funny.

   "Gentlemen, I wonder if you can give me back my glasses first. Without them, I can't even see things one meter away."

  Fang Lang looked at the soldiers around him, and saw one of the soldiers take out a pair of glasses with lenses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle from his pocket and hand them over.

   Fang Lang could see the circles of double images on the glasses.

  Based on Fang Lang's experience, the prescription of this pair of 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 he was thrown on the ground today, or if they were already deformed.

   After a few hard twists, the eyes were reset.

  I saw Fang Lang sitting not far away, Zhuang Xintian standing behind Fang Lang and pressing his hand on the holster, and several guards around him holding Thomson submachine guns.

  There was no nervous expression on the man's face, and he looked very calm.

   Saluted Fang Lang again and said:

   "Dear sir, I wonder if I'm 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!"

  (end of this chapter)