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

Chapter 34 Are you Master Charles?
On this day, Charles followed Djokovic to the motorcycle factory.

This is what Djokovic reminded Charles of.

"Our expenses are huge, Charles!" Deyoka waved the account book at Charles. "The motorcycle factory spent 35. The first payment for the tractor production machine in the UK was 20. We are not sure if it will be enough. The field hospital needs about 18000 francs a day on average, and this is when the volunteers do not receive wages. It will take money to re-operate the motorcycles. If this continues, we will go bankrupt in no time!"

Charles sighed in his heart, money is really wasted!
Although 99 francs is a huge sum of money, if one wants to create an image of a "conscientious capitalist" to win the hearts of the people, the money has to flow out like a river.

This expense may not seem much, only 18,000 francs a day, but it is a long-term one, and one's own assets do not increase, so one ends up eating up all the capital.

"Don't worry, father!" Charles said, "I heard that the motorcycle factory has a backlog of inventory that can't be sold. We can sell a batch first!"

"We do have some in stock!" Djoka looked at Charles with uncertainty: "The question is... who will buy a motorcycle now?"

Charles didn't explain much, he planned to go to the motorcycle factory first.

The motorcycle factory was right next to Francis' tractor factory. It was not as big as the tractor factory. Before the war broke out, it had more than 800 workers and was a medium-sized enterprise.

However, it covers a large area, a total of 32 acres, twice the size of the tractor factory, so much so that Deyoka's car took a long time to drive through the gate before reaching the factory area.

One of the reasons why motorcycle factories need such a large space is that during this period, training must be included in the sale of motorcycles. To achieve this, there needs to be a large enough space for multiple buyers to learn at the same time, and even a variety of different terrains.

Dejoka parked the car near the warehouse.

When getting off the car, Deyoka said: "I think Paul is the right person to manage the motorcycle factory. He is very sociable and his injury is only minor. Your mother and I both think he is a very good guy. His social skills may bring sales to the motorcycle factory..."

Paul was a wounded soldier. He helped many wounded soldiers together with volunteers in the field hospital and gained a good reputation.

"No, father!" Charles walked along the path between the buildings towards the warehouse: "You must be careful of Paul, never let him get close to my factory, and drive him out when his injury heals!"

"Why?" Djokovic quickly followed and asked in confusion.

Ciel answered as he walked away, "Did you notice his injuries?"

"Yeah!" Djokovic walked beside Charles. "He has an injury on his hand and is missing two fingers, but this does not affect his work. You won't..."

"The index and middle fingers of the right hand!" Charles emphasized, "Do you think there is such a coincidence? One of these two fingers is used to pull the trigger, and the other is hidden under the rifle. But these two fingers were broken, making him unable to fight!"

Djoka was stunned: "You mean..."

"It's better to lose a few fingers than to lose your life, father!" Charles said, "Paul is one of them. He doesn't have the courage to face his enemies. At the same time, he is good at disguising himself so that others think he is a good person. He deliberately approaches you to leave a good impression on you!"

Djoka was stunned. He had never thought about all this. When Charles reminded him of this, he recalled what Paul had done before. It seemed to be just as Charles said.

but……

How did Charles figure that out?

Deyoka was puzzled when a faint sound came from the warehouse next door where scrap parts were stored.

Djokovic made a gesture to Charles, ran over quietly, and pushed the warehouse door open with force.

The people inside seemed startled, stopped what they were doing and looked over here, but relaxed when they saw that only Dejoka and a child were there.

There were two young men and a bald middle-aged man.

The bald middle-aged man held a hammer in his hand. He raised his head at the two people and asked, "Are you here to get something?"

Dejoka understood, they were stealing parts, these shameful thieves.

He was about to step forward to drive these people away, but was stopped by Charles.

"Yes!" Charles stepped forward with interest: "We want to see if there is anything valuable. What are you doing?"

The bald uncle glanced at Charles and replied coldly: "There is nothing valuable here except a pile of scrap metal. All that is stored here are discarded parts!"

As he spoke, he focused his attention on the thing in his hand again, looked at it and knocked it carefully, then tightened the screws when he saw that it was almost done.

"But you..."

"Uncle Guillaume is different!" A young man answered on his behalf: "He can turn waste into treasure. After he repairs discarded parts, they can become better than the original ones, such as this shock absorber!"

The other young man stared at Charles impatiently: "Go find what you need and don't bother us!"

Charles didn't move. He looked at several people and guessed their identities.

This bald uncle named Guillaume should be a worker in the motorcycle factory. He has strong hands skills so he can rub parts by hand, or he can piece together waste parts to make good parts.

The two young men might be motorcycle buyers or motorcycle enthusiasts, and they wanted to get what Uncle Guillaume had.

Charles was a little puzzled: "Uncle Guillaume, you have such skills, why don't you do it in the factory..."

Charles thought that if the boss noticed this skill, they would definitely give Guillaume a new position.

Guillaume snorted, and replied as he installed the springs for the shock absorbers:
"I proposed modification or improvement ideas to the capitalists. They said 'this won't work' or 'it's a stupid method', and then turned around and applied for industrial property rights! And I got nothing!"

Guillaume turned his head and looked at Charles.

"If it were you, would you still do such a stupid thing?"

Charles said "Oh" and understood. The greed and short-sightedness of the capitalists made Guillaume unwilling to say anything even though he had the skills and ideas, because they would be plagiarized immediately!
Charles asked: "If there is a capitalist who can give you all the support, I mean, all your inventions belong to you..."

Guillaume laughed out loud: "The only capitalist like this is probably Master Charles, as they call him. I heard that he bought this factory. I can give it a try then!"

Charles spread his hands and said, "You don't have to try, Mr. Guillaume. I plan to hire you to be in charge of the motorcycle factory, and I will respect and protect all your industrial property rights!"

Guillaume looked at Charles in surprise, and it took him a long time to react: "You are, you are... Master Charles?"

(End of this chapter)