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

The House of Representatives at the Bourbon Palace is always noisy, and occasionally spit and pieces of paper are flying in the air.

Republicans took turns to deliver impassioned speeches on the podium. They supported Joffre's continued appointment as Commander-in-Chief of the French Army without holding him accountable for any responsibility, even though Joffre's so-called "Plan 17" had killed hundreds of thousands of French soldiers. Proved to be seriously wrong.

"At least Joffre is winning the war now!" Jameson said on the podium: "Our army is moving towards victory step by step. Can we replace a commander-in-chief who is winning the war? Or hold him accountable for his mistakes and Responsibility, this is likely to affect morale and trigger a series of tragedies!”

There were boos immediately below. There were opponents from both the left and the right, and even the opposition from the left was more intense.

The right wing opposes the entire Republican Party, and they will oppose as long as the Republican Party supports it, even if whoever is the commander-in-chief has nothing to do with them.

There are many political parties within the left wing. They are not a whole and they are opposed to each other. Otherwise, there would be nothing like the right wing.

Grevey sat to the side and watched the farce, holding a black jazz hat between his fingers and leaning lightly on the armrest. He thought this was a meaningless argument and he did not want to participate in it.

At this time, a councilman came in from the door. After finding Grevi, he bent down and whispered a few words in his ear.

Grevy's face darkened, there was surprise and confusion in his eyes, and there was also a hint of surprise hidden in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

He hesitated for a moment, whispered a few words to the congressman, put on his hat, grabbed his cane, stood up and left.

Armand was happily leading the royalist MPs to rush to the stage to boo. Armand liked such an occasion, and he even felt that he was born for this.

Turning his head, he happened to see Grevi's back as he hurried out. Armand hurriedly said, picked up his coat and followed him out.

…

Outside the Bourbon Palace, Armand, who was jogging all the way, finally caught up with Greville.

"What happened?" Armand asked: "We are discussing whether to replace the great commander-in-chief of France!"

The implication is, what else could be more important than this!

Grevi just whispered back: "Ciel is back!"

Armand stomps his feet, okay! This is indeed more important than the Commander-in-Chief!

The two hurriedly got into the carriage, and Armand couldn't wait to ask: "How did he come back?"

"We didn't count the British!" Grevey replied expressionlessly: "They rescued Charles!"

Armand nodded. The British were part of the Allied Powers. Of course they did not want to see the Shire fall into the hands of the Germans. This would be a disaster for the Allied Powers.

"Blade Manor!" Grevey reported the address to the groom in front.

Armand looked surprised: "Go to my manor? Do you know I will follow you?"

Grevi shook his head: "It doesn't seem to matter much if you don't come out!"

Armand smiled and acquiesced to this. Every time there was a meeting at the manor, he seemed to just listen in, without providing useful suggestions or expressing any opinions.

This kind of family-style small-scale conspiracy does not get Armand excited, just like having only one woman in bed makes him deeply boring.

…

Blyde Manor was silent as usual, but the two people waiting in the living room were anxious.

Francis was pacing back and forth, and although Nicholas was sitting on the sofa trying to stay calm, his eyes were looking out the window uncontrollably.

But neither of them consulted with the other. They both knew that the other could not solve their problems, and they were not even the same kind of people.

Finally, the carriage drove into the manor with the sound of hooves, and slowly stopped in front of the door with their expectant eyes. Grevi and Armand laughed and got out of the carriage and stepped up the steps.

The servant opened the door in advance, and Grevi stepped in. He took off his hat and handed it to the servant's hands while gracefully apologizing: "Long wait, gentlemen!"

Armand walked in and went straight to the wine cabinet. He skillfully poured two glasses of wine, took a few greedy sips, and then handed another glass to Grevy who was sitting on the sofa.

Grevi took the wine glass and shook it gently, letting the red wine swirl in the goblet. He liked this feeling of being in control of things. However, things seemed to go off the rails.

"Char is back!" This was Francis' first sentence, and his eyes turned to the "Little Daily" placed on the table.

"Tell me something I don't know!" Grevi didn't even glance at the "Little Daily".

Grevi understood the whole process, but there were two things that surprised him:

One is the huge energy burst out by Ciel.

Grevi originally thought that Antwerp would give in under the heavy pressure of the German army and would eventually have to hand over the Charles.

But the fact is that the whole of Antwerp cheered at the success of the Charles, and the powerful German army was defeated and even deserted.

Second, Ciel was able to escape from house arrest.

Although this can be said to be luck, because even Charles himself did not know that the British would save him.

But in Grevi's eyes this is not luck.

Because, if Charles was just an ordinary person, if he did not have the energy to influence the outcome of the war, the British would not even bother to look at him.

Therefore, this is also a manifestation of Ciel's strength. He has become the key to the victory or defeat of major countries and even two major alliances!

incredible!

One person can actually leverage some of the most powerful countries in the world. A month ago, Grevey didn't believe anything he said, but now it is a fact.

Francis thought Grevy had read the newspaper, so he asked his question directly: "Mr. Grevy, the conscription office has recruited Pierre!"

"Who is Pierre?" Armand raised his chin and asked Francis curiously.

"My son!" Francis replied: "You have seen him!"

Armand had an impression after being reminded by him, and he raised his hand to recall: "When buying the tank industrial property rights!"

"Yes, it was him!" Francis had some surprise on his face.

But then there was no sound.

Grevy always remembered Pierre, but he was not interested, and saying a word was an insult to him.

Grevy remembered that it was Charles who met that day.

He regretted that he should have tried to make friends with Charles at that time.

What a good opportunity, he could give Charles a lot of money, strive to cooperate with Charles, and even have Charles work for him...Charles was penniless at the time, and it was easy for him to lose himself in money.

However, at that time, Grevy just shook hands with Charles, and then focused all his attention on the tank industrial property rights.

How stupid is this? !

Grevy regretted it deeply. Why did he naively think that it was just an idea that Charles happened to come up with? He thought that he would not have new inventions or new ideas! He had not even discovered his military talent!

He missed a great opportunity. Now, it is difficult for him to even meet Charles.

Francis hesitated and said, "I hope you can help Pierre. He is not a soldier. This will kill him..."

Grevy interrupted Francis impatiently: "If you came here for this, you can go back now!"

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