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

Chapter 62 The Thinker

The meeting lasted until the afternoon, and except for a one-hour break at noon, the left and right wings continued to argue in the meeting, although there were few topics and none of them were important.

Walking out of the House of Representatives and looking at the sunset under the mist, Grevi and Armand greedily took a few breaths of fresh air.

Armand, with a triumphant smile on his face, turned around and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Grevy remained expressionless; he did not consider sending Charles to Gallieni as a great victory, although it was indeed an army.

After all, Charles could join the army and run the factory at the same time, which meant that Charles was still their competitor!

After hesitating for a while, Grevi said thoughtfully: "I think I should talk to Charles!"

Armand looked at Grevi in ​​surprise: "You don't want to bring him into our camp, do you? You can't do it, he's a capitalist!"

"Francis is a capitalist too!" Grevy replied. "Besides, it's no loss to us!"

What is more important is actually Charles' talent, which makes Grevi feel that as long as there is a 1% chance, it is worth a try, otherwise he would not even bother to look at him.

"Okay!" Armand replied helplessly: "Wait for your good news. I don't really want to deal with a child!"

Grevi said nothing, but waved his hand, and the coachman drove the carriage to a stop in front of him.

Grevi opened the car door, bent down, got in and sat down, and coldly said the destination: "Motorcycle factory!"

"Yes, sir!" The driver shook the reins, and the carriage turned in front of the square and headed towards Lavoise.

……

Grevi was somewhat surprised that his carriage was stopped outside the factory.

Grevy stuck his head out and saw several French soldiers with guns and live ammunition standing outside the factory gate. An officer with four golden stripes on his sleeves walked up to the carriage and asked politely, "Your ID, sir!"

Grevy pulled his ID from his pocket and handed it over.

Grevy was both a nobleman and a member of parliament, which was clearly stated in his certificate, and he was confident that he would be approved.

But to his surprise, the officer only glanced at the ID and said coldly: "Sorry, sir, I can't let you pass, please go back!"

Grevi frowned, and his noble upbringing made him suppress his anger. He explained in a cold voice: "I know Mr. Charles, I want to talk to him!"

"Sorry!" The officer handed the ID back to Grevi. "This is an important industrial area. We have orders that anyone who is not related to the factory is not allowed to enter or leave at will!"

Grevi seemed to understand that the military was worried about equipment leaks.

What he didn't know was that this was actually Laurent's "special care" for these nobles.

Gallieni also guessed that it was Francis who joined forces with the traditional nobles to deal with Charles. Deyoka could guess it, so Gallieni was no exception.

He immediately ordered Laurent not to allow any nobles to approach, as they were the key targets of prevention.

And it's not just the factory. A troop is also stationed in the town of Lavaise for patrolling, and a checkpoint is also set up on the road between the town and the factory. The purpose is to screen out spies but actually to protect Charles' safety.

Grevi said "hmm", still maintaining his composure, and asked the coachman to pull the carriage over next to the factory.

Unexpectedly, Laurent came to chase us away just after we parked: "Sorry, sir, please leave here!"

Grevi could not help himself now. He replied with a straight face: "You have no right to drive me away, Major. No one can!"

Grevy has a seat in the House of Representatives, and he doesn't believe that this small factory has no place to stay. "Excuse me, sir!" Laurent replied, "If I suspect you are here to spy on the production of military equipment, do you still think I have no power?"

Grevi was speechless for a moment. As a member of parliament, if he was suspected of being a spy by the military, it would definitely be a blow to his political career.

Just then a car slowly drove out of the factory. Grevy noticed Charles in the back seat. He quickly jumped off the carriage and walked to the road to stop the car: "Mr. Deyoka, I am Grevy who bought the property rights. I want to talk to Charles!"

The coachman behind was looking at all this in shock. Grevi was actually trying to stop the other party's car to talk. If this got out...

But Grevi didn't care. He looked at Charles with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Laurent held his hand on his waist vigilantly, ready to draw his gun. He knew that the nobles posed a threat to Charles, and he could not let Charles be in danger.

Djoka recognized Grevy and immediately refused: "No, there is nothing to talk about!"

"Wait, Mr. Deyoka!" Grevy turned his gaze to Charles: "It will only take a few minutes!"

Charles nodded and said to Deyoka who turned around: "Don't worry, father! Nothing will happen!"

Grevi is not that stupid. As a member of parliament, he will not do anything bad to Charles in this situation.

Charles stepped out of the car, and Grevi breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude.

He led Charles along the open area towards the Marne River not far from the factory, where there were even traces of blood left by the battle between the German and French armies.

Djokovic followed in his car, and Laurent also followed nervously with a team of guards.

Grevi looked back and said with a smile: "They protected you very well!"

"I produce sidecars for them!" Charles explained. "They don't want any problems with production!"

Grevi nodded. This explanation made sense.

"Is that all you want to talk to me about?" Charles asked.

"No, of course not!" Grevy stopped, raised his eyes and looked towards the Marne River, and said thoughtfully: "You are a smart man, Charles, I believe you can see higher, farther, and more clearly, am I right?"

"What do you mean?" Charles didn't understand.

Grevy turned his eyes to the empty land covered with weeds by the river and said, "This was originally a fertile field planted with potatoes, but it has become like this in just a few years. Do you know why?"

Charles looked at the factory buildings behind him and replied, "You mean the factory?"

Grevi nodded slightly:
"After the emergence of factories, large tracts of land became factories, farmers became workers, and land was purchased by capitalists in large tracts. If this continues, what will this country become?"

"One day, the capitalists will own all the land and control everyone's fate. With just one word from them, workers will be unemployed, destitute, or even starve to death!"

“Isn’t this another form of control? Is this the human rights and freedoms that capitalists claim?”

"They say you're a capitalist with a conscience, Charles. You don't want this to be the outcome, do you?"

Charles suddenly understood what Grevy meant by "higher", "farther" and "clearer".

Thinker!

There seem to be a lot of French people, such as Voltaire, Montesquieu, Rousseau...

(End of this chapter)