Polman was convinced that he had not met the young man in front of him.

The German assistant had already given Polman a brief briefing on the situation.

I heard that the other party said that the Henderson family recommended themselves to the other party, so the other party's boss came to visit him in person.

This made Polman very moved, so he accepted the other party's visit without hesitation.

But he didn't expect that after the young German left, what happened next made him a little baffled.

Still, the calm temperament exuded by the young man attracted Polman's attention.

Polman looked at the young man in front of him, reached out and shook the other's hand, and said in proficient English:

"Mr. Fang, it's okay, please come in and talk."

As he spoke, he guided Fang Lang into the house.

Fang Lang was originally worried that he would not communicate well because of the language barrier with the other party, but he didn't expect the other party's English to speak very well.

This made the translation prepared by Fang Lang seem to be useless.

I saw Polman's wife and two children standing in the living room a little cramped.

Fang Lang smiled and greeted Mrs. Polman, and then took out two chocolates from his pocket and stuffed them into the child's hands.

He smiled at the two of them.

The two children timidly thanked Fang Lang at Polman's signal.

Hearing the child's reply in German, he obviously didn't understand English, so Fang Lang didn't speak.

Instead, as if by magic, another piece of chocolate candy came out of the ears of the two children and handed it to the two children.

At this time, the eyes of the two children widened, and they looked at Fang Lang with an incredible face, and their eyes were full of surprise.

Mr. Polman saw Fang Lang playing with the children on the side, and his heart slowly relaxed.

repeatedly thanked Fang Lang and guided Fang Lang to sit in the living room.

Fang Lang smiled and touched the heads of the two children, and followed Polman to the sofa in the living room to sit down.

It's not that Fang Lang doesn't want to talk to the two children, but it's a pity that he doesn't understand German, so he can only look at Polman with a regretful face and say in English:

"Sir, your two children are so cute, and I love them very much.

Unfortunately, I don't know German, so I can't communicate with them."

Polman listened to Fang Lang's words and laughed, after all, adults like others to praise their children.

"Mr. Fang, when you are still young and have your own children, you will know how much of a headache it is to raise children."

"Alright! My father grew up saying that I was a careless child.

It seems that all adults see their children this way, right?"

Polman laughed out loud when he heard Fang Lang's words.

In an instant, the relationship between the two was brought closer.

At this time, in the backyard of the house in the distance, five Marine soldiers had secretly climbed over the courtyard wall of the backyard, holding Thomson submachine guns, tiptoeing into the house.

Soon the two fighters silently touched the position of the back door, and several people leaned against the door and listened to the movement inside.

I found that there was no unusual sound inside.

The soldier near the window gently tilted his head to look inside through the window, and soon spotted two figures leaning against the front window and lifting the corner of the curtain, stealthily out of the road to observe.

They should be professionals looking at their movements, and the angle of observation is very hidden, and there is absolutely no abnormality to be seen from the front.

Strangely enough, though, neither of them was armed.

This is good news for the fighters.

The warrior retracted his head and made a few gestures to the four comrades by the door.

A few people understood and nodded.

One of them stretched out his fingers and began to count down, three, two, one.

With a bang, the back door was violently kicked open by a soldier.

The four warriors by the door rushed in as soon as the door opened.

At the first moment, two fighters pointed their guns at the two men by the front window.

The fighters who followed behind began to search for their targets left and right, carrying their guns all the way to the room.

The fighters moved very quickly, so fast that by the time the two Germans watching by the window reacted, they were already aimed at their guns.

So they could only stare at the soldiers who rushed in, and quickly raised their hands in surrender, indicating that they were not hostile.

Unfortunately, the fighters' goal was directly aimed at them, and the two fighters stepped forward and motioned for the two to lie on the ground.

The two could only obediently obey orders.

After seeing the two lying on their stomachs, one was on guard with a gun, and the other found a rope in the room and tied their hands and feet from behind.

Soon, the other fighters who had searched the room returned safely.

Apart from these two men, there were no other people in the room.

This made several people breathe a sigh of relief.

Then the fighters began to inspect all corners of the house.

Soon, in a hidden corner of the basement, they found weapons and equipment.

At the top was a Mauser 98K rifle with a scope, and below it were four or five rifles and three or four submachine guns.

Now the fighters were sure that the two Germans were indeed the ones in question.

Unfortunately, the soldiers did not understand the language, and there was no way to interrogate, so they could only separate a soldier and go out to report the results to the commander and wait for the new order to be delivered.

At this time, Fang Lang was having a good conversation with Polman.

"Mr. Polman, I heard Mrs. Henderson say that you came up with a technique called the Variable Sweep Wing? Is that so?"

Polman hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"No, no, I didn't come up with this technology, I just found out that this technology is really an epoch-making technology after a period of research.

That's why I recommended Mrs. Henderson.

However, the technology is not yet mature, and we need to organize a large number of people and perform a lot of calculations to know if we can make this technology a reality."

Hearing Polman's words, Fang Lang nodded thoughtfully and said:

"So how far has Mr. Polman studied now?"

This question made Polman a little embarrassed, and he moved his butt on the sofa before saying:

"Actually, the research team of Messerschmitt that studied this technology the most, but they have all been taken away by the Americans."

Fang Lang was a little strange, how did he feel that the Polman in front of him was not very reliable?

"Oh! Aren't you part of this team?"

Hearing Fang Lang's words, Polman's face became slightly hot, but in the end, he still stubbornly said:

"Actually, I'm not an R&D person, I'm good at engineering management.

The main reason I pitched this technology to the Henderson family was to get a good job, but obviously I failed."

As soon as he heard this, Fang Lang was stunned.

Isn't this playing with him?

After listening to Mrs. Henderson's words, Fang Lang thought that he had picked up a big treasure.

It turned out to be the guy who bragged about it in order to gain trust.

But where did this guy learn about these advanced aircraft design theories?

"Oh! Thank you for your honesty Mr. Polman. Can I know where you got these advanced technical ideas from?"

Seeing that Fang Lang didn't mean to get angry and blame him, Polman let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm in the engineering management of aircraft manufacturing, and I'm mainly responsible for turning the designers' ideas into reality.

I have participated in the manufacture of many types of test machines, so I have met many excellent aircraft designers.

So, I was exposed to a lot of strange theories about aircraft manufacturing."

At this time, Fang Lang understood what this Polman was responsible for.

It seems to have a bit of a twist and turn!

Isn't this guy's ability exactly what he needs right now?

He may not be able to design airplanes, but he can manage a start-up aircraft factory!

In fact, what Fang Lang didn't know was that the reason why this Polman was so honest was mainly because he was frightened by the actions of the guards outside the door.

This made him understand that the young man in front of him was not a simple character, and if he didn't do it, it might kill him.

Fang Lang smiled and didn't say anything right away.

Instead, he went on to ask:

"Oh? Can you tell me about those strange theories that you've been exposed to?"

Polman carefully looked at Fang Lang's face, saw that there was nothing abnormal, and then glanced at his wife who was sitting in the restaurant with a child and eating chocolate.

Only then did he lower his voice and approached Fang Lang in a low voice:

"There are a lot of strange theories, but none of them are secrets.

But there's one thing that I know is a secret that hasn't been circulated in the aviation world."

Seeing this guy's mysterious look made Fang Lang feel a little funny.

But I am from the Hereafter, and what secret do you speak of that I do not know?

Perhaps it is a top-secret information for everyone now, and it has long been declassified and circulated on the Internet in later generations.

But looking at this guy's mysterious face, I just don't know if it's true or not, don't wait for it to be the same as when I faced Mrs. Henderson, blowing a big cowhide again.

Fang Lang didn't move, just quietly waited for his next step.

Finding that Fang Lang did not cooperate and leaned closer, Polman looked around vigilantly and said in a low voice:

"Have you ever heard of the Go229?"

Fang Lang was just a crew member in his later life, and he really didn't know much about airplanes, at most, when he was bored on the ship, he swiped some knowledge about airplanes on his mobile phone.

This Go229 he was pretty sure he hadn't heard of.

If it is BF109 and Stuka Fanglang, you may have heard of it, but this Go229 Fanglang really has no impression at all.

Fang Lang didn't understand why Polman would mention such a completely unheard model.

He shook his head at Polman.

Seeing Fang Lang's movements, Polman's eyes flickered slightly.

Whispered:

"This is a model that has not been mass-produced, originally developed by the brothers Walter Horton and Rema Horton to meet the requirements of Air Marshal Goering.

The so-called three thousand means that the speed should reach 1,000 kilometers per hour, carry 1,000 kilograms of explosives, and attack targets at a distance of 1,000 kilometers.

At first, all the designers said it was impossible, but the Holden brothers said they could.

So Marshal Goering agreed to have them in charge of research and development.

They designed the aircraft with an extremely rare flying wing layout. The fuselage is almost integrated into the wings in this layout, which minimizes drag in flight."

The flying wing layout obviously touched Fang Lang's knowledge blind spot, which made him a little confused, and he didn't understand what it was referring to.

However, from here, Fang Lang also found that the guy in front of him was indeed a professional in the aircraft industry.

He may not be a genius in aircraft design, but he is definitely well-informed.

Polman noticeably noticed Fang Lang's expression.

He didn't think it was strange, he took out a pen and paper directly from the drawer under the coffee table, and sketched an almost triangular shape of an airplane with a few random strokes on the notebook.

Fang Lang's eyes stared at the shape of the plane, his gaze stared, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

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