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

Chapter 88 You have an aircraft manufacturing plant?

As soon as Charles arrived at the airport, he caused quite a stir and the soldiers surrounded him unconsciously.

Perhaps someone informed him, the major who had received and laughed at Charles before stumbled from his command post to Charles, his voice stuttering due to nervousness: "Sir, sir... I'm very sorry for my previous rudeness..."

Charles had forgotten about this matter a long time ago, but when he mentioned it, he remembered that he did have an unpleasant experience when he just got off the plane.

But Charles didn't have time to tell them this. He asked directly: "Have you received the notice, Major?"

Charles was referring to the temporary transfer of command.

"Yes, of course!" The major stepped forward: "We obey your command, sir!"

He was smart enough to use the term "Sir" instead of "Second Lieutenant", otherwise it would have seemed a bit strange for a Second Lieutenant to command a Major.

"What's your name?" Charles asked.

"Fischer, sir!" There was some fear in the major's eyes. When he received the notice, he was thinking, could Charles' purpose in wanting to take command of the airport be to retaliate against him?

Now if I ask directly for the name, it seems that I can’t be wrong.

"How many planes do you have?" Charles asked again.

"There are seven more, sir!" The major swallowed his saliva. As expected, he must want to send me into the sky to collide with the Germans.

"Can I see these planes?" Charles looked around, as if looking for planes.

"Yes, sir!" The major stepped aside and then took difficult steps to guide Charles towards the hangar.

When Charles saw the planes parked in the hangar, he was greatly disappointed. Most of them were "Pigeon" monoplanes, with only two "Avro" biplanes, and the one Charles was on, making a total of only three.

"Is that all?" asked Charles.

"Yes, sir!"

Charles paced a few steps and asked, "Where is the pilot who brought me here?"

……

In the soldiers' dormitory, Charles' pilot was drunk. He was lying on the bed with his clothes on, snoring loudly. Next to him were a few wine bottles and a half-finished piece of bread. The air around him was filled with alcohol and a sour smell.

"Sir!" Major Fisher frowned when he smelled the smell: "I suggest you change a pilot. I can arrange one for you..."

"No, that's not necessary!" Charles replied.

When Charles flew here from Paris, he could feel the level of this drunk pilot. Others were flying the plane, but he was enjoying flying. Charles even felt that he had become one with the plane. The plane seemed to be a pair of wings he had grown, even though he was always drunk.

"Uncle, uncle?" Charles pushed the pilot.

Finally, the pilot opened his eyes while wiping his saliva. He stared at Charles blankly for a long time before he remembered him: "Oh, it's you, little guy! Are we finally going back?"

Then he sat up and said, "Sorry, I'll be right there!"

As he said this, he felt in his pockets, and when he didn't find anything, he searched in the wine bottles and the quilt.

"Are you looking for this?" Charles took the wine jug from the bedside and shook it. There was still a layer of liquid left inside, making a little sound.

"Oh, yes!" The pilot took the wine bottle, unscrewed the lid without saying a word, tilted his head back, and drank it all up. Then he said with satisfaction: "Okay, let's go back to Paris!"

As he spoke, he became more energetic, as if the wine he had just drunk gave him energy.

"Sorry, uncle!" Charles replied, "We are not going back to Paris for the time being!" The pilot said "hmm" and immediately became drowsy again: "Then... when you want to go back, tell me... "

Before he could finish his words, he slowly fell back onto the bed.

"Uncle, uncle!" Charles hurriedly supported the pilot, and Major Fisher also came up to help: "Can you do me a favor?"

The pilot seemed to be more awake, but he and Ciel were not on the same wavelength. He made two "uh uh" sounds, and although he managed to sit up, he was still half asleep and half awake, mumbling incoherently, "I heard you are Ciel, little guy? The famous one... Which bastard sent you here?"

Charles replied: "That's you, uncle!"

The pilot was a little slow to react. The next second he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Charles: "Hey, little guy, this is a serious crime! I was only hired by the military to be your pilot. No one else was willing to take this mission. They knew it was dangerous and were not willing to risk their lives for 20 francs..."

"Why did you answer it?" Charles asked curiously.

The pilot chuckled and sat up straight, then replied, "This isn't dangerous for me. I've done more dangerous things!"

"Were you a soldier?" asked Charles.

Then I felt something was wrong. The danger of flying a plane didn’t seem to have much to do with whether I had served in the military.

A trace of melancholy flashed in the pilot's eyes. He seemed reluctant to answer the question. He just snorted and asked back: "Tell me, little guy, what do you want me to do?"

"Do you know Big Bertha?" asked Charles.

"I didn't know it before, but I know it now!" The pilot raised his head towards the east. That was where the main force of the German army was located. "Big Bertha" was deployed in that direction to bomb the Wavre Fortress.

The pilot complained: "Its gunfire always wakes me up!"

Fisher rolled his eyes. This guy hasn't woken up since he got here.

"Just blow it up and it won't bother you anymore!" said Charles, picking up a towel and handing it to him.

The pilot groaned, took the towel and wiped his face, then suddenly realized something and stopped what he was doing: "You don't want me to bomb Big Belsa, do you?"

Major Fisher was also stunned. He looked at Charles in shock. It turned out that this was not to retaliate against him, but to blow up "Big Belsa"!
But how to fry it?
Hit with a plane?

The pilots probably thought so, too. After all, how else could Big Bertha be destroyed except by crashing into it with a plane?

The pilot was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile and said in a rather desolate tone: "That's going to cost you your life, little guy! However, I accept this mission, but I have one condition!"

"What conditions?" asked Charles.

The pilot looked up, met Charles' eyes, and said, "Buy my aircraft factory!"

"You own an aircraft manufacturing factory?" Charles looked at the pilot in disbelief.

The pilot nodded slowly, his tone full of sadness and helplessness:
"That's nothing to brag about, lieutenant! I owe the bank three hundred and fifty thousand francs."

"At first I only borrowed 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, but no one wanted to buy my plane, so I borrowed more and more!"

"I can't even pay the interest now... After knowing this, are you still willing to buy it?"

Charles understood.

This is an entrepreneur who is persecuted by bank capitalists. On the brink of collapse, he is even willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for some benefits.

　Thanks to Beiyang Duohaojie and Altria S Pendragon for the rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)