MTL - Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat-Chapter 2 Relational account

  Chapter 2 Relationship households

When John heard Fang Lang ask about his father's identity, he didn't hide it, and said directly: "Yes, my full name is John J. Clark, and my father is Joseph J. Clark. Have you heard of it? ?”

   "Dude, I'm just a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. Besides Roosevelt, the biggest person I know in the United States is you. Of course Roosevelt doesn't know me." Fang Lang made a joke with a helpless expression on his face.

  I don't know what kind of big shot his father is, so he thinks he knows him too, but it can be heard from his words that he is still very proud of his father.

  John laughed loudly and said, "Brother, I should be proud of what you mean, right? I can become a big shot with Roosevelt, haha." John laughed heartlessly again.

   "Hey, hey wake up, you haven't said who your father is yet!" Fang Lang was also helpless about John's carefree character.

"Uh ok! Can't you make me happier for a while? Keeping a happy mood can make my injury heal faster, you know?" Looking at Fang Lang's face that began to darken, John smiled and said: " Okay! Okay! Satisfy your curiosity, but you must remember not to tell others? My father is the commander of the Fifth Aircraft Carrier Fleet. How? Are you considered a big shot? Hehe."

  John's words shocked Fang Lang, no wonder he felt that he should know, he was indeed a big shot. Looking at John's complexion, Fang Lang couldn't help but wondered: "Are you sure it's your own? Wait, don't be angry, I mean you are of the yellow race like me, and your father should also be of the yellow race! "

  Hearing Fang Lang's question, John almost raised his fist and smashed it, but after thinking about it, he understood Fang Lang's question. The United States is indeed a country with serious racial discrimination, and it is really difficult for minorities like them to stand out.

"Okay! Brother, I forgive you. You are right. My father is also of yellow race. To be precise, we are all Indians. My father is of mixed Cherokee and Sioux, and my mother is Jewish. So You know that if my father takes care of me, there may be some bad influence, so I don't really want to work under my father's command."

  Hearing what John said, Fang Lang understood what John was thinking, and was afraid that for his own reasons, his father would wear the hat of nepotism, which would damage his father's prestige.

   "Wait! John, I see what you mean. You think if you work in the army through nepotism, it will damage your father's reputation, right?"

   "Yes!" John took it for granted, indicating that he did refuse to serve in the navy for his father's consideration.

Fang Lang patted his forehead and said, "Brother, are you bad? You are twenty-seven years old this year. You are already a major in the U.S. Army, and you still earned it entirely by yourself on the battlefield. Do you think your abilities are bad? "

   Fang Lang felt that this dead-headed Yankee should be educated.

"Do you not know what nepotism is, brother, you are completely incompetent, and relying on your father's relationship to survive in the army is called nepotism. But you don't need the support of your family at all, and rely on your own efforts to become a major in the army , In our Huaxia saying, this is called a tiger father without a dog, understand? You should go to your father's command to help your father, understand? This is called a father-son soldier."

  After listening to Fang Lang's words, John was slightly absent-minded and fell into deep thought.

  Fang Lang didn't bother him either, and began to worry about his situation. He didn't want to continue to go to the battlefield to work hard for the Yankees and Germans. Although the salary was very good, don't let him work for the Yankees.

   Soon, John hugged Fang Lang and kept patting Fang Lang on the back: "Brother, I understand. You are right. I should help my father and stand with him."

   Hearing that John could figure it out, Fang Lang was also very happy for him. Thinking about it, if I had such a relationship, I would have already gone to be the prince, and I went to the army to work hard by myself. This is definitely a brain hole.

   "Brother, how about you come and help me? If you stay in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, you can only go up to be cannon fodder. I don't want my savior to run to die."

   Looking at John with a sincere face, Fang Lang knew that this was his sincere words. At the same time, I was overjoyed that there was no need for such a relationship. Fang Lang was not as dead-headed as John, but Fang Lang couldn't speak up about this kind of thing. But now that John speaks by himself, he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

"Is this appropriate? I am the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, and your father transferred you to the Fifth Aircraft Carrier Fleet. If I am transferred to your Fifth Fleet, then I will not belong to the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, right?" Fang Lang didn't quite understand Find out if such a transfer is feasible.

"It seems that the Brazilian Navy is under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Fleet, and my father's troops are fighting against Japan on the Asia-Pacific battlefield. You are not the US military. It seems that it is really not feasible to transfer you to the Asia-Pacific theater. But the logistics director of the Fourth Fleet is Commodore Neo Jackson is my father's old comrade-in-arms. He used to be a guest at our house. I know him very well. It should be fine to ask him to help take care of my savior. Ask him to arrange for you to be transferred to the Brazilian Navy logistics How about the Ministry?"

Listening to John's relationship, Fang Lang wanted to laugh out loud. Needless to say, the United States is Brazil's father now, and all the logistics are in charge of the US military. Without showing his head, Fang Lang felt that he could find a piece of tofu and crash him to death.

   "Of course, brother. It doesn't matter where I go as long as I stay away from our officers who can't command battles at all."

  If it is really possible to be transferred to the logistics department, it will not be too easy in the future. It is now the end of 1944, and World War II will officially end on September 2 next year. I must find a way to get enough benefits and accumulate enough capital in the last time.

   "Then it's settled. I'll finish talking with my father's adjutant first. Then go talk to Brigadier General Jackson! You can rest in peace, don't worry, and you will never be sent back to the front line to die."

   In this way, a week later, Fang Lang was lying on a hospital bed and received a transfer order from the Expeditionary Army Headquarters. In view of Fang Lang's heroic performance on the battlefield, he was awarded the rank of second lieutenant. Unable to continue to serve in combat units due to injuries, he was transferred to the Naval Logistics Department.

  Although Fang Lang knows that the Brazilian Navy in this era is basically a joke, but the joke is good! Jokes don't need to go to the battlefield! The joke only needs to be transporting some supplies and throwing a few mines. Is there anything easier than this? Besides, it was the logistics department of the Navy, Fang Lang almost burst out laughing.

  After receiving the order, Fang Lang didn't have a headache anymore, and he didn't feel dizzy anymore, as if this order was a magic medicine for healing, and he was resurrected on the spot.

  Actually, Fang Lang did faint suddenly a few times this week, but it has become less and less. Fang Lang also completely absorbed the memory of the original body during these fainting.

  He is a fourth-generation immigrant from Brazil. His grandfather was a team officer of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At the last moment of the destruction of the Heavenly Kingdom, he took more than 300 subordinates and fellow villagers and boarded a ship bound for the United States. When passing through Japan, I heard the propaganda of the Brazilian government in Japan that as long as the immigrants are naturalized, they can divide the land, which is safer than going to the United States to make their own way. After discussion, everyone unanimously decided to go to Brazil.

   In this way, a group of survivors of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, who had never heard of where Brazil was, came to Sao Paulo, Brazil to settle down after nearly two months.

Because the grandfather is the official of the Kingdom of Heaven, he has some prestige among this group of immigrants, and some wealth brought from the Qing Dynasty also allowed them to quickly own their own farm in Brazil. The farm has more than 100 hectares. family of landowners.

  Overseas Chinese gather together to keep warm. After three generations of hard work, the Chinese in Sao Paulo have grown to a village of less than 2,000 people, but compared with the more than 100,000 Japanese immigrants, it is insignificant.

With the outbreak of World War II, some conflicts inevitably arose between Brazilian Chinese and Japanese. Since the Brazilian government had always belonged to the pro-German faction, the living environment of the Chinese was very poor. Fortunately, as the Americans began to intervene in Brazilian politics, later It even brought Brazil into the camp of the Allies, and the living environment of the Chinese began to improve, and the Japanese immigrants began to restrain their minions.

That is to say, under such circumstances, Fang Lang joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. There were only three Chinese in the entire expeditionary force, and none of the Japanese, because the Japanese in Brazil were all living overseas and their hearts were in Japan, so , no one joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force at all.

  After Fang Lang joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, because he practiced some boxing skills with his grandfather since he was a child, he fought bravely. He captured several Italians and killed several Germans on the battlefield. So in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, they were also mixed up as sergeants.

  If there is no saving John, it is estimated that it will be difficult to have a chance to rise again when he retires. It’s not that the Brazilian army is racially discriminatory, but that both the government and the military in Brazil are quite corrupt. If the officers above are not given benefits, there is basically no hope of promotion. Of course, other people will have sufficient reasons, such as soldiers becoming officers and going to a military academy to study, etc., you absolutely cannot refute.

  (end of this chapter)