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

Chapter 63 Recruitment Order

After talking with Grevi, Charles realized that he had a misunderstanding of the "traditional aristocracy" of this era.

He always thought that the "traditional aristocracy" implemented top-down authoritarian rule like the aristocrats in the feudal era, but in fact, the current "traditional aristocracy" has changed with the times. They also support elections, but oppose industrialization.

The basic base of the "traditional aristocracy" is the peasants, and they rely on the peasants to rent land or collect taxes on grain for income.

However, the capitalists built factories and transformed farmers into workers, causing the "traditional aristocracy" to lose their base and gradually lose their economic source.

Therefore, the struggle between the left and the right is actually a struggle between the rich and the workers and peasants.

Left-wing capitalists shouted to the farmers: Come on, become workers, and I will pay you!

The right-wing nobles shouted to the peasants: Continue to be peasants, I will give you a better life!

The nobles did make changes, giving the peasants more relaxed conditions and encouraging them to produce.

As for the workers, the nobles believed that they were people who were deceived and blinded by the capitalists.

Capitalists treat workers as fat sheep in a pen, fleecing them again and again and eventually slaughtering them. From beginning to end, capitalists exploit the workers' blood, sweat and value.

If a country continues to go down this path, it will inevitably face a crisis or even perish!
Therefore, the traditional aristocracy hopes to establish an agricultural society in which industry is only used as an auxiliary and is completely controlled by the government. It will have organized, orderly and planned production instead of fighting each other due to competition as it is now.

Grevi knew that in order to persuade Charles to join them, he had to change the position of Charles' capitalists, so he gave a long speech.

However, this is doomed to be in vain.

Charles knew that industrialization was inevitable, that the nobility would eventually be marginalized, and that industrial power was the trend of the times and that it would be useless no matter how hard they struggled!
"You're wasting your time, Greve!" Charles said matter-of-factly.

Since the two are going to be enemies, there should be no illusions.

But Grevy still insisted: "What do you want, Charles? A powerful country? Look at Germany. It is so powerful with its imperial system, but we are so badly beaten with our republican system. We can do the same. If we have your talent and the financial, human and material resources of the right wing, one day in the future..."

Charles shook his head and said nothing.

A thinker like Grevy can build a clear blueprint from the perspective of the country. Although this blueprint is wrong, it must have been carefully considered and even repeatedly argued. At this point, he firmly believes that his ideas are correct.

It would be a futile and meaningless effort to persuade such people.

"Okay!" Grevi helplessly spread his hands to Charles: "Although you don't agree with my point of view, if one day you are willing to join us... you are always welcome!"

Grevy's words were just politeness, but in fact he had already seen something in Charles's eyes.

The little guy didn't believe in the world he described at all, and was more determined than anyone else, as if he knew how the future would develop.

The look that Charles gave Grevey was one of pity and sympathy, sympathy for a person who was struggling in ignorance, a person who wanted to know the truth but was going in the wrong direction!

Grevi understood and was deeply hurt, and even began to doubt everything he believed in.

Why is this happening?

Could a 17-year-old child see things more clearly than I did?

Grevy couldn't believe it. He looked at Charles's back as he left, watched him get into the car, and muttered to himself:

"No, he was just blinded by money. One day he will understand!"

When Deyoka turned the car around, he glanced at Grevi who was standing there in a daze and asked, "What did he talk to you about?" Charles answered irrelevantly, "He is a man of faith, father! He has his own ideals!"

Djokovic raised his eyebrows without commenting. It is rare to find aristocrats with ideals and beliefs!
On the way back, Charles felt that Grevi reminded him.

If the traditional aristocracy and the emerging capitalists were natural enemies, they were irreconcilable in the struggle for supremacy between peasants and workers.

So……

According to the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, should Charles find one or more emerging capitalists to be his friends?
In this way, Charles would not have to face the revenge of the traditional nobles alone! After all, with his current strength, he might not be able to compete with the two major parties of the traditional nobles.

But to whom?
Ciel had no clue!

Before I knew it I was home.

Djokovic parked the car at the door, and to their surprise, Camille was not waiting for them at the door.

Usually at this time she would sit in front of the door, knitting a sweater while staring in the direction of the factory. When she saw the two people's car approaching in the distance, she would stand up and wave with a smile.

With doubts, the two of them walked quickly towards the house and opened the door.

Camille sat at the dining table in a daze, his face pale, as if he had lost the ability to think, with a piece of paper in his hand.

Charles immediately knew what had happened. It was a conscription order. Gallieni was so quick that the conscription order was delivered to his home in just a short time.

Camille was a little slow to think. When she realized that the two had returned, she stood up and rushed towards Djoka, speaking incoherently:
"Deyoka, take me to the conscription office! They must have made a mistake. They sent a conscription order to Charles!"

"Ciel is only 17, they don't care about that!"

"We...we must go to the recruitment office immediately, right now!"

……

Djokovic didn't move, and neither did Charles. They knew what was going on, and there was no point in going to the conscription office.

Camille looked at the two of them in confusion, feeling vaguely that there was something she didn't know!

Djokovic hesitated for a while and still didn't tell Camille the truth:
"It's because of Charles' military talent, Camille!"

"They think that Charles will be of great help in this war, so they recruited Charles into the army in advance!"

Camille angrily retorted: "Sending Charles to the battlefield just because of this? Those are unconfirmed rumors, all made up by reporters..."

Charles took the conscription letter and read it, comforting her: "I'm only going to Paris, mother, not to the battlefield. It says here that I report directly to General Gallieni, and he will take care of me!"

Djokovic nodded heavily and said confidently: "It will be fine, I promise, Paris is safe, right next to Lavaz!"

In fact, Djokovic was unsure. He was not worried about the battlefield, but the traditional aristocracy.

Since the traditional nobles were able to send Charles into the army, they would not give up easily.

Although Charles is smart and has military talent, he is new to society and lacks social experience. The old wily men of the traditional aristocracy are plotting in secret. I am afraid...

(End of this chapter)