I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France

Chapter 103 The Uses of Tractors
However, when Camille asked Djoka to put his ideas into action, he found that things were not simple.

Deyoka held the phone and asked, "Please connect to the city defense headquarters, we want to talk to General Gallieni!"

The operator's sweet and professional voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, you don't have permission!"

"I'm Charles' father, he works there!" Djokovic was still unwilling to give in: "I want to ask about Charles!"

"I'm sorry, sir!" The operator replied calmly, "I can only connect you if Charles gives me the password himself!"

Deyoka gently put down the phone, turned his head to look at Camille standing next to him, and said helplessly: "The headquarters is an internal military line, we can't just call it!"

This is not Gallieni being arrogant, but if everyone can easily call the headquarters, the headquarters' communications may be paralyzed immediately when a war breaks out.

"What about the parliament?" Camille refused to give up. "This is their decision. Will they just ignore it if it is violated?"

Dejoka spread his hands and said, "Camille, we can't even get into the parliament, let alone there are so many parliamentarians. Who should we find?"

This question stumped Camille. Could they still convene a meeting of the parliamentarians?

This is the gap between the upper class and the lower class: the lower class does have freedom of speech, but when something happens they don’t even know who to turn to or where to complain!
Djoka looked towards Charles' bedroom and said, "Unless we wake Charles up so we can talk to the general..."

Camille shook her head slightly. She didn't want to disturb Charles' rest.

The two were somewhat helpless, as they found that what Charles could do easily seemed harder for them than climbing to the sky.

At this time, the phone rang. Soon after Deyoka answered the phone, his eyes widened: "General Gallieni!"

Camille snatched the phone and identified herself; she had a lot of questions to ask.

However, Gallieni's sincere apology came over the phone:
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bernard! It's my fault!"

"Please believe me, I didn't do this on purpose. It was a mistake, an accident."

"For some reason I can't explain to you, but please believe me, it won't happen again!"

"I will protect Ciel. I guarantee it with my personality and honor!"

……

Camille suddenly didn't know what to say. She even felt that she should be relieved to leave Charles in the hands of Gallieni.

Djokovic shrugged when he saw Camille put down the phone.

He walked to the door and stopped, then turned his gaze to Charles' bedroom and raised his voice as if to say goodbye to Camille: "I have to go to work!"

The next second, Charles opened the door and rushed out: "Wait for me, father!"

Camille saw that Charles hadn't even changed his military uniform, and immediately understood what was going on, but it was too late. Charles quickly ran down the stairs, rushed out the door and climbed into the car before Camille caught up. Camille heard a long, angry voice from behind: "Charles..."

Djoka started the car with a smile and said to Charles proudly: "I knew you weren't resting!"

……

Charles went to the tractor factory.

Under the joint management of Joseph and Deyoka, the development of "Mark 1" went smoothly, and the "Holt 75" tractor also entered the production process. Deyoka was a little puzzled about this. When he took Charles to visit, he asked casually: "I understand why we produce tanks, which can be sold to the army, but producing tractors... You know that tractor sales are not good now, and it may remain so for quite a long time in the future!"

This was determined by the war. As long as the war continued, farmers would always be worried about whether they would be drafted into the army, and no one would be willing to buy a tractor.

"It will work!" replied Charles.

"Who can we sell the tractors to?" Deyoka asked. "In two weeks, we will be able to produce the first batch of tractors. At the current scale and speed, we can produce about 100 tractors per month!"

Deyoka was concerned that the tractors would sit idle in warehouses and rust while factories continued to churn out new ones.

"It's October now!" Charles replied. "The rainy season in France is about to begin, and it will last until April next year!"

Djokovic was confused: "What does this have to do with tractors?"

"Of course!" Charles looked at the workers busy at work and replied: "Rainy season, muddy ground, cannons..."

"Cannon?" Deyoka suddenly understood that their clients were the military, the French army!

The French army's artillery was pulled by horses. This might not be a problem now, but if the rainy season came and the land became muddy, it would be difficult or even dangerous to pull the cannons with horses, especially when going uphill.

When……

"My God!" Deyoka said. "The military may need a lot of tractors. They need to drag the artillery to the front line!"

"It's not just artillery!" Charles said calmly, "It's also for supply transportation. Crawler tractors can move freely in muddy areas. A trailer can be added behind a high-powered tractor to ensure ammunition and supplies for the front line!"

"That's right!" Deyoka's eyes widened. He looked around and said, "Then... producing 100 vehicles per month may not be enough to meet the military's needs!"

Then Deyoka frowned: "We should hurry up and expand the production scale, otherwise the military can only buy Francis's 'Holt 60', they have stock!"

Ciel shook his head. "No matter how much we work overtime or expand our operations, we can never catch up with the upcoming military demand, father!"

"What should we do?" Deyoka lowered his voice: "This is a big business for Francis. They just sold a batch of tanks. In the near future, thousands of tractors in their inventory will be bought by the military..."

Charles stared at Djokovic without saying anything.

Deyoka then thought: If he bought Francis's tractor inventory at a low price at this time, and then sold them to the military at a higher price, all the profits would go into his own pocket, and Francis would miss this opportunity perfectly.

"Good idea, Charles!" Djokovic nodded: "Good idea!"

Then Djokovic stopped talking and his face gradually became heavy, because that was his father after all.

"It is your decision, father!" said Charles. "To buy it, or not to buy it!"

This was not a big deal for Charles, although the profit was considerable. If he bought all of Francis's inventory, waited for a period of time, and then resold it to the military, he would probably easily make more than a million francs, or even more.

But Shire could have made that money in other ways, too.

More importantly, Charles wanted to know whether Djokovic was determined to break up with Francis.

They will have to face such problems one day!
(End of this chapter)