During the breakfast period, the two sides reached an agreement in a friendly and warm atmosphere that Brockwell and their director would provide $100,000 in activity funds for these related households to help with the activities at the General Staff.

The former director was transferred to the General Staff Office for a less important position as chief, while Blakewell became the new director of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency.

I have to say that these guys are really doing things to collect money, and they are very efficient, after Fang Lang and everyone had breakfast and reported the situation to Breckwell, Breckwell handed over $100,000 to Colonel Inhard Gifford at noon that day.

It turned out that the director of the bureau walked around, and the transfer wish that had not been achieved for nearly a month was realized in only three days, which made Mr. Director couldn't help but look at Blakewell with admiration, and he was even more grateful to Blakewell's good friend General Fang Lang.

On the afternoon of the director's transfer, Brockwell was appointed as the new head of the Brazilian Intelligence Service, and the head of Blakewell's original counterintelligence unit was an officer named Sirio Leitch.

At this point, Fang Lang's layout in the Intelligence Bureau has completed the first step.

"Boss, after my investigation in the Intelligence Agency this week, I found that the situation in the Brazilian Intelligence Agency is very chaotic, the people are overcrowded, and everyone is no longer in the mood to work.

It's not going to go on like this, shouldn't we do something?"

A week after Sirio Leitch became the head of the counterintelligence department, he couldn't wait to come to Fang Lang's Suzhou Garden in Rio de Janeiro and proposed to Fang Lang the idea of rectifying the intelligence bureau.

Fang Lang is elegantly practicing calligraphy in the study of the garden, and a young Chinese woman with a gentle temperament and graceful figure is quietly grinding ink for Fang Lang.

It's a pity that Sirio Reich, who was standing opposite, obviously couldn't understand Fang Lang's state of mind at this moment.

After Fang Lang wrote the last word unhurriedly, while carefully admiring his masterpiece, he handed the brush to the hand of the ink-grinding woman beside him, and took a wet towel from the other party's hand that was still exuding heat, and after wiping it back and forth on the hand that was not stained, he handed the towel back to the woman, and then said to the woman:

"Let's practice here today, you go down first!"

"Yes, sir!"

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, smiled lightly, nodded, cleaned up the things on the table, smiled and nodded at Sirio Reich, and turned and walked out.

This gentle temperament made Sirio Leitch look sideways for a while.

Fang Lang bypassed the wide desk, came to the Taishi chair on the side and sat down, picked up the bowl on the coffee table and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, before turning his head and signaling Sirio Leitch to sit down and chat.

Sirio Leech leaned back, came to stand up and salute, and then slowly sat down on the Taishi chair next to Fang Lang, he didn't know why, he always felt that after Fang Lang stayed in this garden for a while, it seemed that the whole person's temperament had changed a little.

What the specific change is, he can't say it for a while, but there is such a very intuitive feeling, it seems that the whole person has become more calm and introverted than before.

"What do you want to do?"

Fang Lang said slowly and methodically.

This emotion quickly infected the slightly impatient Sirio Reich, and he involuntarily calmed down.

"I was thinking about whether I could find a way to release some news so that everyone could settle down and get back to work."

"The Intelligence Bureau is a national intelligence agency, and working in it requires a cool head and the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

If they start to get restless because of some unrealistic rumors, it just means that they are not suitable for the job."

"You mean, kick them all out?"

Fang Lang smiled and shook his head.

"No, don't kick them out, him

Let them talk if they want to talk, and let them slack off if they are passive. All you need to do is take a good look at the gold panning from the sand and find the truly capable people in the chaotic environment.

At the very least, people who can have their own opinions and can distinguish between true and false information.

At the same time, they can also be used to convey to the outside world a misinformation that the intelligence bureau is chaotic and ineffective.

And you are the one who has started anew, hiding real talent and power in this impetuous environment, and covertly extending our tentacles to the corners of Brazil."

"I see what you mean, but I'm a little worried that it won't affect the mentality of the people we actually do."

"Sirio, you see, the reason why I let you enter the headquarters of the Intelligence Agency as the head of the counterintelligence agency is not to really integrate you into the Intelligence Agency.

[In view of the general environment,

Rather, we want to use the platform of the Intelligence Agency to develop our own power, and it is true that the current Intelligence Agency is not valued, but it does not mean that it will never be valued.

As the CIA comes into play, Brazil will follow suit and re-emphasize the role of the CIA, and it would be great if we could keep a firm grip on the CIA's power.

But when someone realizes the importance of the Intelligence Agency, there will be people who want to master this force, and all this will naturally change quickly.

And if we spend a lot of money ourselves and finally change the situation of the intelligence bureau, and when the time comes, others will come and pick peaches directly, then all the efforts we put in are not to make wedding dresses for others?"

Fang Lang's words made Sirio Leitch frown, he didn't understand why he was so timid to do things as Fang Lang, now the director of the Brazilian Intelligence Agency is his good brother, and he is already the director of the Counterintelligence Department of the Intelligence Bureau, everyone is a brother who completely obeys Fang Lang's orders, and he can take the opportunity to take the Intelligence Bureau for his own use.

And Fang Lang has his own considerations, he knows very well in his heart that although he is very beautiful in Brazil now, whether it is commercially or military and political, he can already be regarded as a big man of the party, and he belongs to a person who will tremble in the world when he stomps his feet.

But his Chinese identity does not allow him to be too aggressive, and the so-called Mu Xiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng. Although racial discrimination in Brazil is not serious, it does not mean that there is no discrimination.

Once he is too conspicuous, it is likely that someone will unite against him, consciously or unconsciously, and if he only needs to think about himself, he can not care at all, after all, the resources and power at his disposal allow him to be confident enough to protect himself.

But he was never alone, and there was a group of Chinese brothers behind him who had been coerced from his hometown by all means, and if the enemy could not do anything about him, the Chinese brothers behind him would probably become the target of their attack, which he absolutely did not want to see.

After all, the number of Chinese in Brazil and the living environment are something that he and all the Chinese have won with great difficulty. He didn't want to ruin the good situation because of his quick success.

What's more important is that he is still young, and the future is still very long, and it is easy to attract criticism if he is too prominent.

"Whoever dares, as long as I am here, the Intelligence Bureau is the boss's Intelligence Bureau, and anyone who dares to meddle in the Intelligence Bureau must be prepared to face the fierce retaliation of the Second Section of our Logistics Department."

To be honest, Sirio Reich's attitude still makes Fang Lang very satisfied, but he will not change his development thinking because of this.

"Now that our forces in the Intelligence Bureau have not yet taken shape, I am not in a hurry to fully grasp the power of the Intelligence Bureau, and I let you serve as the head of this counterintelligence division at the most chaotic time of the Intelligence Bureau.

The more chaotic the Intelligence Agency becomes, the more real talent will come to the fore, and what you need to do now is to find the right people from within the current Intelligence Agency who are capable and able to be used by me, so that we can fully control the Intelligence Bureau in the future."

Finished speaking from the cigar box on the coffee table

After taking out two cigars and handing one to the other party, he reorganized the language:

"It's not that I don't want to take the Intelligence Bureau into my own hands completely, but the time is not yet ripe, first of all, I am only an admiral and have no jurisdiction over the Intelligence Bureau.

Secondly, the importance of the Intelligence Agency is unquestionable, and the bigwigs in the Brazilian military and political circles have not yet noticed the importance of this institution, but they will sooner or later.

I'm not ready to have a positive impulse with other forces right now, so I need to keep a low profile while grabbing as much of the actual power of the Intelligence Bureau as possible, and secure a large number of my own men internally."

After saying this, Fang Lang's tone paused, and he looked at Sirio Leitch beside him with burning eyes and said:

"There's a more important point, but before I say that, I want to ask you a question. I don't know if you can answer me truthfully."

Cirio Leitch, who was listening carefully to Fang Lang's narration, obviously didn't expect Fang Lang to suddenly ask him a question, although he didn't know what the other party was going to ask, he still met Fang Lang's inquiring gaze, nodded firmly, and said:

"If the boss has any questions, please feel free to ask, and his subordinates will answer truthfully and not hide anything."

Looking at the other party's firm gaze, Fang Lang didn't hesitate too much, after such a long time together, plus Sirio Leitch had already sworn allegiance to himself, and he did show absolute loyalty in his usual work, so Fang Lang still trusted him very much.

Today's words have come to this, and he feels that he should talk to the other party about his heart.

"I don't know what you think of the relationship between Brazil and the United States."

This question was obviously beyond Sirio Leich's expectations, he had been by Fang Lang's side for so long, and he knew Fang Lang's pro-American political position very well, he hadn't thought about this question seriously, and he really didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Now Fang Lang suddenly asked, he knew that he couldn't think too much, so he could only bite the bullet and tell the truth:

"Boss, I'm just one of your soldiers. This is a question I have never considered before. If you must ask me what I think of the relationship.

I think that Brazil now needs the help of the United States in terms of economy and technology, and the United States also needs Brazil to provide them with cheap industrial raw materials, and the relationship between the two sides should be mutually beneficial.

However, I think that what the United States wants is not just cheap industrial raw materials, but more of an obedient little brother and a market for goods.

But none of that matters to me, and I don't care about the relationship between the United States and Brazil, and that's not something I should be thinking about.

I am your eyes and ears, and the knife in your hand, I don't need to have my own ideas, I just need to carry out your will according to your ideas."

Fang Lang didn't expect Sirio Leitch to say such words that were almost loyal, but from the other party's expression, Fang Lang also saw the sincerity and seriousness in the other party's tone, indicating that what the other party said was his true thoughts.

Seeing this situation, Fang Lang could only smile and reach out and pat the other party's arm, and after a little groaning, Fang Lang slowly said while lighting the cigar in his hand:

"This time the U.S. organization of the 18 countries of the Americas held a meeting in Rio de Janeiro, and I saw the ambitions of the United States for the Americas.

The Americans pursue the Americas policy of the Americas, which in fact is a policy that seriously infringes on the independent political rights of Brazil, but the current governments of the Americas simply do not have the strength to resist the will of the Americans.

So, it is foreseeable that this meeting will inevitably lead to the birth of a pan-American alliance led by the United States, but is this really what we in Brazil need?

Although, I have close ties to many big people in the United States, and I have a huge industry in the United States, and even everybody thinks that I am a staunch pro-American, but I will tell you that in my mind, Brazil is the Brazil of Brazilians, not the Brazil of Americans.

I chose to be pro-American because I knew that if we want to achieve rapid development in Brazil, we must take advantage of the Americans and get what we need from them

but that doesn't mean we should be subservient to the United States.

On the contrary, I think we should maintain our independence, but the Americans obviously don't think so, and we can see from this meeting that they want to tie us to their chariots.

What about common defense, believe it or not, if someone attacks our countries in the Americas, the United States will always sell arms on both sides, and they will sell happily, and when our countries are crippled, he will stand up and pick peaches.

But if someone has ideas about the United States, they will definitely find a way to let all of us help him block the gun, these old Americans have no contract spirit in their hearts at all, the so-called mutual defense alliance is a joke at all, and they only have interests in their eyes.

What they said about providing us with intelligence support is a big joke, if we really deploy according to the information they provide, it is not good that they will be sold and still help them count the money.

You are an intelligence officer, you should know the importance of intelligence better than me, this proposal of the Americans is simply sugar-coated poison, whoever eats will die.

If we don't want to be poisoned, we must have a completely independent intelligence agency. But the Americans certainly don't want to see us out of their control, and the Brazilian Intelligence Agency, the only intelligence agency in Brazil on the surface, must be the object of their attention.

At this time, if we run the Brazilian intelligence agency well, the Americans will definitely have to make some moths.

But in a mess like this, the United States will let its guard down, and that's exactly what we need."