The figure of eight million dollars made Fang Lang jump on his own.

Isn't that? Although eight million dollars is definitely a very large amount.

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

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

And the Universal Group now needs to continue to invest in order to grow rapidly.

That's not a thing!

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

In addition, the profits generated by our grain and oil companies from purchasing low-cost raw materials from Brazil and selling them to Europe at high prices through global trade are already very considerable."

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

At the same time, you have to see that our expenses are very large now.

Among them, the giant of expenditure is the immigration activities of labor companies, and now we are in the three cities of Tianjin, Shanghai and Guangzhou in the East.

Every day, ships go out to sea full of migrants to Brazil, although the cost of the population is offset by penicillin.

However, the expenses of shipping around the world are indeed huge.

The most important thing is to settle the immigrants, and now the company is buying land and farms in Rio Grande do Sul on a frenzy.

Even the price of the land has risen by 10% by the amount we bought.

So now we're really only eight million dollars in money."

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 see. You go down first and rest early! I'll look for you again if you need to."

"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.

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

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

This is an astronomical amount of money, enough for Fang Lang to complete all his investments in Germany.

You must know that the European reconstruction plan, which will start in two years, has only invested $13 billion in total.

That's already one percent of the funding for the entire program.

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

Therefore, a telegram was sent directly to Brazil, asking the father to smelt the gold and get a mortgage from an American bank.

Fang Lang's father, Fang Xinshan, also knew that the copper materials brought back to Brazil were actually gold.

After receiving Fang Lang's telegram, Fang Xinshan did not object, and directly implemented Fang Lang's request.

The next day, Fang Lang had breakfast at the hotel and went to the city hall of Stuttgart, accompanied by guards.

Visit Mayor Jonas.

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

The people who got off and off these vehicles were all well-dressed.

Fang Lang understood that this should be Jonas's busy explaining what he explained to him yesterday.

Sitting in the car and thinking about it, Fang Lang didn't get out of the car.

Instead, let the convoy turn and keep walking to see if you can find a guide to show them the machine tool factory.

After walking more than 100 meters, the convoy suddenly stopped.

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

Zhuang Xintian got out of the car directly and went forward to check the situation, and walked back after a while.

To Fang Langdao:

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

As soon as he said this, Fang Lang

It's interested, what do you mean?

Don't die or be blind! How dare such a large convoy be provoked?

"A man came up to extort money? What do you mean? Strapped to a bomb? So powerful?"

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

If someone really appeared here with a bomb, he would have shot it a long time ago, and the corpse would have bothered to collect it from him.

How could there be a chance to blackmail money.

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

He said that he was going to sell something, but the soldiers thought he was going to do something wrong and had already tied him up.

I'm going to take it back for trial."

"Then how do you know that he is not plotting against him, but trying to extort money?"

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

"I checked this guy's condition, he should be an intellectual.

As soon as he saw us come out with a gun, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away.

I've watched his expressions and movements closely, and this guy is definitely not a trained professional.

Like a hungry and dizzy reader.

I didn't notice anything unusual around."

Hearing this, Fang Lang was startled.

I'm afraid you don't know what a *** attack is!

At your level, just look at it and dare to conclude that others are not here to plot wrongdoing.

Could it be that those who have bad intentions still carve words on their faces?

"Closed? Be careful if you have a bomb on you."

Fang Lang's words made Zhuang Xintian also stunned, there was a bomb on his body, the boss suspected that this person was plotting against him!

"Don't worry, boss, we've already searched us. There's nothing else to carry around but a document bag.

And, how so?

Maybe the boss will trust my judgment when he 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'm here to see what kind of person you're talking about for money!"

Originally, I wanted to talk to Mayor Jonas about the machine tool factory, but Mayor Jonas was not available, so there would be nothing to do.

Encountering this unexpected situation now, Fang Lang really didn't dare to stay outside for long, and he would be wronged if he was attacked next.

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

The order was given, 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, like a person who wanted to extort money.

I saw two fighters walking in with an extremely thin middle-aged man like a chick.

The man didn't know if his eyesight was not very good, and his eyes were small slits trying to see his surroundings clearly.

Coming to Fang Lang's position of about four or five meters, the two fighters 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 ball in the man's mouth, and the man took two sharp breaths of fresh air before shouting in English:

"Where's my file? You robbers, documents. What about my files?"

Although it is tied up like a rice dumpling.

The man didn't seem to be panicked at this time, and his mouth was immediately concerned about the documents he was carrying.

Hearing the man's words, Fang Lang looked at the file bag in Zhuang Xintian's hand.

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

"Don't open a stranger's file, it's rude.

Please return the documents to this gentleman."

While saying that, Fang Lang gave Zhuang Xintian a look and motioned to return the documents to the other party.

looked at Zhuang Xintian with an ignorant expression.

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

Now that he has bacteriological weapons, what if the middle-aged man in front of him is an expert in this area?

People sprinkle some deadly bacteria on the documents and kill people invisibly.

I don't know how you're going to die.

This is not that Fang Lang has persecution paranoia.

Instead, this matter is very strange, Fang Lang has just cleaned up two Gestapo.

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

Besides, how many serious people would go to the front of the convoy and say they were going to sell something?

You said that I believed it.

If you say it's selling, you're going to hell if you believe it.

The man lay on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, his fingers pinching the file bag that had been stuffed back into his hand, visibly relieved.

Fang Lang was stunned when he saw his relieved movements, could it be that I misjudged?

Is this person's file okay?

After thinking about it, he took the initiative to speak:

"I don't know what to call this gentleman?"

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

His eyes narrowed even tighter, as if he wanted to see Fang Lang's appearance carefully.

"Hello sir! My name is Ludwig Folger, and that's rude.

Rest assured! I really don't have any ill intentions, I'm just looking for a buyer for my research results."

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

However, Fang Lang also knew why Zhuang Xintian thought that this man was not like a person with bad intentions.

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

Fang Lang really didn't feel any hostility from the man in front of him.

glanced at Zhuang Xintian and said:

"Please untie our guests, please sit down with our guests."

The two fighters quickly untied the man on the ground and helped him to his feet.

The man did not sit down after being helped up, but tidied up his clothes, and then bowed politely to Fang Lang and made a salute.

Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he was really unseemly, and the thin man in front of him was at most one meter tall and in his early sixties.

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

Only with a straight face can you see that this is a middle-aged man of a certain age.

The etiquette of a middle-aged man is a distinctly Western gentleman's etiquette, and apparently this is a well-educated gentleman.

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

"Gentlemen, I don't know if you can give me back my glasses first, without them I can't even see a meter away."

Fang Lang looked at the several fighters 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 the double vision on his glasses.

With Fang Lang's experience, the prescription of these glasses is definitely more than 800 degrees.

The man took the glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, but unfortunately he didn't know if he was thrown to the ground today, or if he was already a little deformed.

It took a few twists to reset the eye.

I saw Fang Lang sitting not far away, as well as Zhuang Xintian who was standing behind Fang Lang and pressed his hand on the holster, as well as several guards and soldiers with Thomson submachine guns around.

The man didn't have any nervous expression on his 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 and said:

"Hello Mr. Folger! My name is Fang Lang, it's a pleasure to meet you!"