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

Chapter 70 Uncle's Conspiracy

After returning home, Camille pulled Charles aside and asked him all kinds of questions: how was the army, how was the food, how were the accommodation conditions, etc.

It seemed as if Ciel had been away for two years instead of two, and that she had never cared about the army before, but now she was asking about the army's daily routines.

What's even worse is that she still doesn't let Charles go out alone.

"Wait for your father to come back and take you with him!" Camille said seriously, "It won't take long. I'll give him a call!"

"Mother!" Charles protested. "There are soldiers everywhere along the way, and I am a soldier too!"

As he said this, Charles patted the revolver at his waist, even though he had not yet learned how to use it.

But it doesn't matter. Camille didn't know this. She simply thought that the revolver would fire as long as she pulled the trigger, and would kill the bad guys.

This made her feel that there was really no need to call Djokovic back.

"Okay, Charles!" Camille agreed.

Her eyes were full of reluctance. If she could do nothing in the factory, she might have continued to stick to Charles.

"Go quickly and come back soon!" Camille instructed, "You need to rest!"

"I will!" Charles said goodbye to Camille and walked out of the house.

This time the neighbors regained their original enthusiasm, and Charles received their greetings and praises along the way. Some women even blew kisses at him, which made Charles straighten his chest to make himself look more like an adult.

The soldiers they met along the way saluted Charles one by one. There was something strange in their eyes, as if they could not connect Charles, a 17-year-old boy, with the "commander".

Charles was walking along the road towards the factory. When he turned a corner, there was a short blind spot. Suddenly, a car came out from the other end and almost hit Charles. Fortunately, the driver braked in time.

"Are you crazy?" the driver yelled, "Look at the road, bastard!"

The driver was being unreasonable. There was nothing wrong with Charles walking on the right side of the road. The car was clearly going in the wrong direction and the driver was drunk. Charles smelled alcohol in the dust.

Then Charles recognised the driver as Pierre, the man he should call uncle.

Pierre also recognized Charles. He seemed to be very interested in Charles's military uniform. After looking him up and down, he laughed in a somewhat insane manner. His laughter and expression made him look like a mental patient:
"It's Ciel. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you just now! Look at you, you're a soldier now!"

Pierre staggered out of the car, stood up and burped, as if he wanted to vomit but didn't.

Charles quickly took a step back to avoid it.

"Come to think of it, you... should thank me!" Pierre propped himself up against the car to prevent himself from falling.

"Why?" Ciel asked sarcastically. "Is it because you sent me into the army?"

"No, no!" Pierre smiled and shook his head: "You think it's just the army?"

Charles looked at Pierre in confusion. He didn't know what else he didn't know, or was this just Pierre's drunken nonsense?
Pierre laughed like a fool again:

"Look at that, you know nothing!"

"I know your father, Ciel! I... know what kind of man he is, and of course I know what kind of woman he likes!"

"So, I found your mother from the town and hired her to be our maid..."

"If I hadn't done this, you might not exist, right? Shouldn't you... thank me?"

Charles was stunned.

Pierre spends his days shuttling between various women. He is an expert in this area and can easily make Dejoka fall in love with a maid.

Francis was a man who attached great importance to status and social status, so he would never let his youngest son marry a maid. As a result, as we all know, Djokovic was kicked out early and lived a discriminated and poor life, while Pierre was able to inherit Francis's inheritance.

But Charles was not angry. He nodded: "I should thank you, Pierre!"

Pierre was about to say something when some soldiers shouted from a distance: "Sir, is everything all right?"

"Everything is fine!" Charles responded loudly.

Perhaps Pierre realized that Charles was not someone to be trifled with, so he climbed into the car with a few muttered words, waved at Charles provocatively, and drove away.

Laurent hurried over and asked nervously, "That drunk, did he hit you?"

"No, no!" Charles shook his head: "I'm fine!"

After saying this, he walked towards the factory without looking back.

Laurent looked in the direction the car left and seemed to recognize the Francis family, who were related to Charles. He couldn't say anything about this, so he could only humph and turn around to follow Charles.

Charles slowed down his pace, turned his head and asked innocently, "Major, I want to know what the upper and lower age limits for military service are?"

"18 to 46 years old!" Laurent replied, his tone gradually becoming stiff: "As a lieutenant, you should know this very well!"

Then he added: "You are an exception, although it doesn't make sense..."

Laurent thought Charles's question was to find out why he had to serve in the army at the age of 17.

Charles didn't say anything, but paused and asked, "Can I recommend someone who is serving in the military?"

Laurent was stunned. Introducing candidates for military service? This is something new, but...

"It should be possible!" Laurent nodded: "As long as he meets the requirements!"

"Of course!" Charles said confidently: "An adult, male, 43 years old, unemployed, should he join the army?"

"That's right!" Laurent replied, "except in special circumstances!"

Then Laurent asked again: "What's his name?"

"Pierre!" Charles answered calmly: "Pierre Bernard!"

Laurent was stunned. That was Charles' uncle, the drunk who was driving just now!

but……

Laurent laughed and said confidently, "Good idea, Charles! I can also ask the troops to give him 'special care'!"

Charles said "hmm" in satisfaction.

Pierre offended the wrong person. He should know that he is the least powerful and the least capable one among all people.

He was just a playboy, a man who only knew how to indulge in sensual pleasures and wait for the inheritance of his parents. The only reason he did not receive the conscription order was because Francis did something about it.

But this trick can be easily detected, especially when Laurent is the one investigating.

Francis didn't even know about this, and by the time the conscription order reached Pierre, it was too late...

It is easier to tamper with the conscription order before it is issued, but once it is issued, forcibly withdrawing it may cause public outrage, because it means that ordinary people can also choose not to perform military service, and then no one will go to the battlefield to fight. No one can afford this price!

Will traditional aristocrats such as Grévy and Armand come forward to mediate for Pierre?
The party leader and member of parliament helped the capitalist's son evade military service?
Once the news is reported in the newspapers, Greve and Armand's political careers will be over!
So, no one could save Pierre.

Charles couldn't wait to see Pierre's expression when he received the conscription order!
(End of this chapter)