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

Chapter 24 Who is willing to buy a motorcycle factory?

The next day, Djokovic went to Paris again. He cashed the check and deposited the money into his own account. After all, Charles was a minor and could not open an account.

Afterwards, Dejoka received a checkbook. This was for future business considerations. At present, he had to pay Francis a commission of 11 francs, and it would be much more convenient to pay with a check.

When he came back, Djokovic drove a Ford Model T with shiny black paint, smooth leather seats, and a shiny silver grille... When he arrived at the door of his house, Djokovic deliberately pressed the horn for a few times.

Djokovic didn't tell Camille in advance because he wanted to give her a surprise.

Camille, who was preparing lunch in the house, didn't react. She complained in a low voice about this rude guy who parked his car in front of someone else's house and honked the horn for a long time.

When she looked over, she saw Dejoka sitting in the car, smiling and waving at her: "Hey, beautiful, do you want to go for a ride with me?"

Camille covered her mouth in surprise, then screamed excitedly. She rushed to the door and turned back, shouting to Charles who was reading in the room: "Charles, it's your father, look what he's driving back?"

Charles closed the book and walked out with a smile. He knew that Djokovic would come back in a car.

In order to avoid being stranded in Paris and unable to return like last time, they felt it necessary to buy a car.

Compared to the 99 francs he had just earned, the price of a Ford Model T seemed insignificant: it only cost 1248 francs and came with three maintenance charges.

(Note: The Ford Model T sedan sold for $260 at the time, which was equivalent to 1248 francs at the exchange rate at the time)

And these were the previous prices. As the Germans attacked near Paris, causing panic among the people, cars were unsalable. Manufacturers were even worried that if they continued to keep these cars in the warehouses, they would become German spoils, so there were huge discounts.

As soon as Charles walked out the door, Dejoka said proudly: "Can you believe it, Charles? I finally bought it for only 910 francs!"

It was a good thing the Germans did, it was a quarter cheaper than usual.

Camille was so excited that he looked here and touched there, very carefully, fearing that he would peel off a piece of paint if he used too much force.

Is this all real? She couldn't believe it. It was like a dream!
She thought it would be impossible for her to live such a life. She was totally unprepared and seemed to be overwhelmed by this sudden happiness.

"What are you waiting for?" Djokovic waved his hand and shouted to the two men, "Get in the car!"

The car was driving smoothly on the street, and neighbors on both sides cast envious glances at it.

If there were other people sitting in the car, they might curse: "Damn vampire, spending our money and showing off in front of us!" and then spit on the ground.

But when they saw that it was the Dejoka family in the car, they all waved:

"Nice car, Mr. Deyoka!"

“So happy for you guys!”

"Be careful on the road, Mr. Deyoka, the road to Thierry has not been repaired yet!"

……

This is what they deserve, the neighbors thought. They are capitalists with conscience. There are not many such capitalists left, and we need them!
Djokovic nodded and greeted everyone along the way. Camille seemed a little awkward sitting on the soft seat. She was not used to being noticed and becoming the center of attention. She waved her hand cautiously to express her gratitude.

Camille let go only when the car drove onto a deserted road. She reached her hand out of the car body to feel the breeze blowing towards her, and screamed like a little girl, smiling happily.

Suddenly, she turned around, hugged Charles and kissed him on the forehead.

"Thank you, Charles, you are my pride!"

"Mom?!" Charles protested, and now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable.

Djokovic laughed so hard that his eyes turned red.

Camille said what he wanted to say, and he was grateful to Charles from the bottom of his heart. Djokovic had always wanted to give Camille and Charles a happy life, but he had not done it, and it would be difficult to do so in the future, but Charles helped him do it.

What other regrets are there?

That's all he wanted!
That's why Francis thinks he has no future!

……

After lunch, Dejoka and Charles went to Francis' villa again, driving there.

Francis stood at the window of the study and looked down. He saw Djokovic's new car. When Djokovic came in with Charles, he smiled and said, "Congratulations, Djokovic. It's a beautiful car!"

Then he sat down on the chair and added sarcastically: "You have a good son, not like me!"

In addition to selfishness and coldness, another unbearable thing about Francis is his sarcasm.

Djoka seemed to be used to it. He took out a check from his pocket and placed it in front of Francis: "This is your commission, father!"

For some reason, it is difficult for Djokovic to say the word "father" now.

Francis took out a pair of gold-chain glasses from a drawer and put them on. He unfolded the check and looked at the amount. He said "hmm", looked up at Dejoka and Charles, and asked, "Would you like to consider it?"

"What are you considering?" Djoka looked confused.

Charles had told him long ago that if Francis fell for it, he would take this opportunity to promote his motorcycle factory.

Francis said, "Motorcycle Factory, at the price we agreed on before!"

Djokovic turned his gaze to Charles.

This action made Francis snort with contempt. What a useless guy, he actually let his own child make the decision!

But Ciel is indeed excellent, it's a pity...

"Mr. Francis!" Charles raised his head toward the window. "I believe you have seen that we bought a Ford, we don't need a motorcycle!"

"But you can produce motorcycles and sell them to others!" Francis said, "I was originally planning to let you run the motorcycle factory!"

Djoka felt a little ironic. If that was the case, you shouldn’t sell it but “hand it over” to us!
"Sorry!" Charles shook his head. "We are new to the motorcycle market and don't plan to invest any money until we are familiar with it! This is very dangerous!"

This sentence was said to myself, but actually it was said to Francis.

Francis agreed with this deeply, and was even touched by Charles' words.

He has been in business all his life but has only been involved in two industries: textiles and tractors. Motorcycles are unfamiliar to him and keeping them will only continue to drain his capital.

Deyoka raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe I can help you ask if there is anyone willing to buy it, father!"

He said he was leaving with Charles...

This was of course a show, and everything he said was thought out in advance.

Francis's first reaction after hearing this was: Who would be willing to buy a motorcycle factory? At this time, using 600,000 francs would be crazy!

"Wait!" Francis stopped Djokovic and said, "Let's talk about it!"

(End of this chapter)