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

However, when Camille pulled Deyoka to put his ideas into action, he found that things were not simple.

Deyoka held the phone and asked: "Please connect to the city defense headquarters, we want to talk to General Gallieni!"

The sweet and professional voice of the operator came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, you don't have the authority!"

"I am Charles' father, he works there!" Deyoka was still unwilling: "I want to ask about Charles!"

"Sorry, sir!" The operator answered slowly: "Charles himself must give the password before I can connect you!"

Deyoka gently put down the phone, turned his head and glanced at Camille standing next to him, and said helplessly: "The headquarters is an internal military line, we can't just get through!"

This is not Gallieni putting on airs, but if everyone can easily call the headquarters, the headquarters' communications may be paralyzed in the first time when the war starts.

"What about the parliament?" Camille was unwilling to give up: "This is their decision. Will they just ignore it if it is violated?"

Deyoka spread his hands: "Camille, we can't even get into the parliament, let alone there are so many parliamentarians. Who should we find?"

This question stumped Camille. Could they still call the parliamentarians for a meeting?

This is the gap between the upper class and the lower class: the lower class does have freedom of speech, but when something happens, they don't even know who to talk to or where to go!

Deyoka looked at Charles' bedroom and said, "Unless Charles is woken up, we can talk to the general..."

Camille shook her head gently. She didn't want to disturb Charles' rest.

The two were a little helpless. They found that what Charles could do easily seemed harder for them than climbing to the sky.

At this time, the phone rang. Deyoka's eyes widened soon after answering the phone: "General Gallieni!"

Camille grabbed the phone and identified herself. She had a lot of questions to ask.

However, Gallieni's sincere apology came from the phone:

"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Bernard! This is my responsibility!"

"Please believe that I didn't do it on purpose. It was a mistake, an accident."

"For some reason I can't explain it to you, but please believe that it won't happen again!"

"I will protect Charles and guarantee it with my personality and honor!"

...

Camille suddenly didn't know what to say. She even felt that she should be relieved to leave Charles to Gallieni.

Dyoka shrugged when Camille put down the phone.

He walked to the door and stopped, then turned his eyes to Charles' bedroom, and raised his voice as if to say goodbye to Camille: "I have to go to work!"

The next second, Charles opened the door and rushed out: "Wait for me, father!"

Camille saw that Charles didn't even change his military uniform, and immediately understood what was going on, but it was too late. Charles ran down the stairs quickly, and before Camille caught up, he rushed out and climbed into the car. Camille's angry long voice came from behind: "Charles..."

Dejoka smiled and started the car, and said to Charles proudly: "I knew you weren't resting!"

...

Charles went to the tractor factory.

Under the joint management of Joseph and Dejoka, the research and development of "Mark 1" went smoothly, and the "Holt 75" tractor also entered the production process.

Deyoka was puzzled by this. When he showed Charles around, he asked casually: "I understand why we produce tanks, which can be sold to the army, but producing tractors... you know that tractor sales are not good now, and it may remain so for a long time in the future!"

This is determined by the war. As long as the war does not stop, farmers will always be worried about whether they will be drafted into the army, and no one will be willing to buy tractors.

"It will be useful!" Charles replied.

"Who can we sell the tractors to?" Deyoka asked: "In two weeks, we can produce the first batch of tractors. At the current scale and speed, we can produce about 100 tractors per month!"

Deyoka is worried that these tractors will be idle in the warehouse and rust, while the factory will continue to produce new tractors.

"It's October now!" Charles replied, "The rainy season in France is coming soon, and it will last until April next year!"

Deyoka was confused: "What does this have to do with tractors?"

"Of course!" Charles looked at the busy workers and replied, "Rainy season, muddy ground, cannons..."

"Cannons?" Deyoka suddenly understood that their customers were the military, the French army!

The French army's artillery was pulled by horses, which might not be a problem now, but if the rainy season came and the land became muddy, it would be difficult or even dangerous to use horses to pull cannons, especially when going uphill.

By then...

"God!" Deyoka said: "The military may need a lot of tractors, they need to drag artillery to the front line!"

"Not just artillery!" Charles said calmly: "There is also supply transportation. Crawler tractors can move freely in muddy fields. A trailer can be added behind a high-power tractor, which can ensure ammunition and supplies for the front line!"

"That's right!" Deyoka widened his eyes and looked around: "Then this... producing 100 vehicles per month may not be enough for the military's needs!"

Then Dejoka frowned: "We should hurry up to produce and expand the scale, otherwise the military can only buy Francis's 'Holt 60', they have inventory!"

Charles shook his head: "No matter how we work overtime or expand the scale, we can't catch up with the upcoming military demand, father!"

"What should we do?" Dejoka lowered his voice: "This is a big business for Francis. They just sold a batch of tanks. In the near future, thousands of tractors in their inventory will be bought by the military..."

Charles stared at Dejoka without saying anything.

Djoka immediately thought: If, at this time, Francis's inventory of tractors is bought at a low price, and then sold to the military at a higher price, the profit will be all in his pocket, and Francis will miss this opportunity perfectly.

"Good idea, Charles!" Dejoka nodded: "Good idea!"

Then Dejoka stopped talking, his face gradually became heavy, after all, he was his father.

"It's your decision, father!" Charles said, "Buy it or not!"

This is not a big deal for Charles. Although the profit is considerable, if he buys all of Francis's inventory and sells it to the military after a period of time, he can easily make more than one million francs, or even more.

But Charles can also make this money in other ways.

More importantly, Charles wants to know whether Djoka is determined to break up with Francis.

They will have to face such a problem one day!