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

Chapter 21 Left Wing Right Wing
Grevi had never been so excited as he was now. He felt that the door to the world had opened to him again. He was so excited that he took a carriage to Armand Manor overnight.

"What happened, Grevi?" Armand came out in his pajamas, and from the bedroom behind him came the voices of several women laughing wantonly.

Grevi didn't care, as he had long been accustomed to Armand's peculiar habit.

"Our army defeated the Germans in Darvaz, Armand!" Grevi said excitedly.

"Oh?" Armand walked to the wine cabinet and skillfully poured two glasses of red wine. He took a sip and handed the other to Grevi, responding coldly, "So what?"

"They only used more than 300 people to defeat thousands of Germans!" Grevi waved his hands excitedly, like a commander on the battlefield.

Armand lazily leaned back on the sofa and replied, "You came so late just to tell me the story of three hundred Spartans defeating the Persian army?"

It is possible for three hundred Germans to defeat several thousand French soldiers, but three hundred French soldiers defeating several thousand Germans can only be seen in fairy tales.

"This is true!" Grevy stepped forward and grabbed Armand's shoulders and shook him: "Wake up, Armand, you have no idea what's going on outside! This matter has spread throughout France. It's a young man named Charles. He invented something called a tank!"

Armand said "Oh", and after a moment of silence, he seemed to believe it, and then asked again: "What does this have to do with us? Are you here to tell me that the left wing has taken its advantage to the next level?"

The vast majority of the left-wing parties are emerging capitalists who control the banks, factories, and machines.

The right-wing parties are old capitalists, most of whom are old aristocrats or farmers. Although they are financially strong, they have almost no control over society and are always at a disadvantage in the House of Representatives.

Obviously, this thing called a "tank" belongs to the emerging capitalist class.

Grevy sighed and looked at Armand helplessly: "Think about it, Armand, we have always lost to the left wing, why is that?"

Armand was the leader of the royalist party and Grévy was the leader of the Bonapartist party. Both belonged to the right wing that wanted to restore the monarchy.

Technically they were political enemies, as they supported different emperors to rule France.

But because of the powerful enemy of the left, they were suppressed for a long time and became friends over time.

Perhaps due to lack of strength, Armand lay down gently on the sofa, raised his glass slightly and answered: "What can we do? The machines in their hands can produce a large number of rifles and artillery, thereby controlling the army and holding real power, while we only have farmers and hoes!"

"But what if we have tanks?" Grevey reminded, "If we have this kind of equipment that can defeat thousands of elite German soldiers with only 300 people..."

Armand was stunned, then sat up as if he had received an electric shock and put the wine glass on the table. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "You are right, Grevi! This is our chance to regain the upper hand. We may be able to compete with the left wing with a small number of troops and limited rifles!"

"That's what I wanted to say!" Grevi snapped his fingers. "Our chance to turn things around has come, Armand, and it may be the only chance!"

"But..." Armand then became a little worried: "The people on the left, do they also know the importance of this equipment?"

"That's why I came to you!" Grevi said, "We should unite and use all our financial resources to ensure that we can seize the industrial property rights of tanks. The army needs tanks, and this will increase our influence on the army!"

Armand's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a fire that had been extinguished for a long time was rekindled.

No one can understand the desolation of being marginalized in the arena of power and waiting to be eliminated. This is not something that can be measured by money. It is a feeling of despair, powerlessness, and being at the mercy of others without dignity!

Now there is a turning point, it depends on whether they can seize this opportunity!
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"50 francs!" This was the initial offer that Grevy and Armand made to Francis.

Francis was surprised. This was already one-tenth of the tractor factory's price, and it was the initial offer.

Are tanks so valuable?

Francis was a little jealous. He had spent his entire life running a tractor factory to achieve his current success, while Charles just put a few steel plates together, like a child playing with building blocks, and easily completed one-tenth of his work!

But Francis, the cunning old man, did not show it. He pretended to be embarrassed and said:

"Dear gentlemen, this equipment can win the war and lead France to victory!"

"Apart from anything else, we spent 50 billion on reparations alone during the Franco-German War, and that was more than years ago!"

"Today, tanks can help France win the war. In addition to reparations, it also wins dignity and glory for France, as well as countless assets that are about to be plundered, and the lives of countless French soldiers and civilians!"

"All this for only 50 francs?"

Francis calmly poured wine into the two guests' glasses and added slowly and politely:
"I think Krisova might also be interested in this thing!"

Krisova is the leader of the Radical Left Party.

Francis knew how to provoke the two right-wing nobles in front of him.

Sure enough, Grevi and Armand looked at each other, and a trace of worry was revealed on their faces without reservation.

"Six hundred thousand francs, no more!" said Grevy.

Francis sneered in his heart, it will be even more, maybe up to 80 francs, that lucky little guy!

But of course, Francis would not just sit there and watch such a large sum of money go into Charles' pocket.

What excuse should I use?
At this time, the butler Simon whispered something in Francis' ear, and Francis stood up: "I'm very sorry, gentlemen! I have something to deal with, so I'll be gone for a while. You can continue to discuss the details with Pierre!"

"Of course!" Grevi and Armand stood up gracefully and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Pierre was much easier to deal with than Francis.

However, to the surprise of Grevi and Armand, not long after, Francis, with a deathly pale face, brought two people in front of him: a middle-aged man and a teenager, whose old and ill-fitting clothes made them look a little shabby.

"Gentlemen!" Francis said helplessly, "Let me introduce you, this is Dejoka and his son Charles!"

"Charles?" Grevy jumped up excitedly. "The boy who invented the tank?"

"Yes!" Francis nodded: "The industrial property rights of the tanks are in their hands!"

Once the industrial property rights of the tank are successfully registered, it will be impossible to negotiate business without going around Charles and his guardian Djokovic.

Djoka secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, Charles had the foresight to register the property rights in time!

(End of this chapter)