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

Francis confirmed the look in the other person's eyes, which was arrogant, disdainful, and contemptuous. He looked disgusted and didn't even bother to say a word.

It is true that they are nobles, and the same is true for Grevi and Armand.

"Your Excellency..." Francis asked cautiously, bending down.

"Vartan!" the old nobleman answered, holding coffee: "Vartan Belmondo!"

Francis didn't have much impression of this name at first, but the servant standing next to the old nobleman added softly: "We are from Algeria, sir!"

Francis' head exploded with a "coaxing" sound, the Belmondo family in Algeria? The one with a dozen plantations that virtually monopolizes the country’s coffee market?

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Vartan!" Francis nervously stepped forward and shook hands with him: "I...do you need some red wine?"

"No, Mr. Francis!" Vartan smelled the coffee and put it down, replying: "This is good, a familiar smell."

Francis is very lucky that he has been drinking Algerian coffee. It seems that his good luck has come.

Vartan turned around and asked, "Let's talk about business. I heard that you have many tractors in your warehouse?"

"Yes, yes!" Francis nodded repeatedly.

"Very good!" Vartan leaned against the backrest behind him, crossed his legs easily, put his right hand on the sofa, and said, "I just need a tractor!"

"Do you know how much you need?" Francis asked cautiously.

"How much do you have?" Vartan asked without answering.

Francis confidently replied: "We have eighteen hundred, sir!"

He thought this would definitely satisfy Vartan's request, but unexpectedly Vartan frowned slightly: "It's not a lot, but maybe it's enough!"

Francis was shocked by these words. Does this mean...buy all the tractors? God, eighteen hundred cars, with a total price of nearly two million francs, this is the largest business ever!

But Francis kept an eye on it. Years of business experience told him that the bigger the business, the more careful he must be, otherwise he would be deceived and lose all his money if he was not careful.

"Mr. Vartan!" Francis looked surprised, but it was actually a test: "There are enough tractors to plow the entire Algeria!"

Vartan's face showed a hint of impatience, with a trace of anger in his eyes: "France has recruited more than 100,000 soldiers from Algeria, which forces us to consider buying tractors!"

Francis immediately understood that, just as he thought, the planters responded differently to the needs of the people. They were short of manpower and needed tractors, while people were afraid to buy tractors for fear of being drafted. .

"At the same time, Algeria is far away from Paris!" Vartan continued: "I believe that someone will be willing to buy it from me instead of coming there in person!"

Francis nodded. The Vartan in front of him saw this business opportunity, so he wanted to buy a large number of tractors to serve as a middleman.

No wonder the Shire Tractor Factory could not satisfy him. His tractor factory had insufficient production capacity and no inventory. In particular, Algeria did not need advanced tractors, and they needed to solve the problem of availability.

"If you're not interested..." Vartan leaned slightly as if to leave.

"No, no, Mr. Vartan!" Francis quickly apologized: "Of course I'm interested, I'm very sorry!"

Considering that Vartan came from Charles, Francis gave a relatively conservative unit price after a moment's hesitation: "1,100 francs, sir, this is our cheapest offer!"

Vartan smiled softly: "Shire's tractors are also priced at the same price. Sir, do you think that at the same price, I would choose the 'Holt 60' instead of the 'Holt 75'?"

Damn it, Francis cursed in his mind, the profit at this price was only about 130 francs.

However, is profit still considered at this time? Shouldn't they be sold as soon as possible to focus the funds on the production of new tanks?

"1,000 francs, sir!" Francis updated his offer: "This is already the lowest price. We have never sold it so cheaply. I guarantee you!"

Vartan seemed to be able to accept the price and nodded slightly.

This made Francis secretly happy. This was the case with nobles. They didn't know that he was willing to sell at a loss during this period.

Vartan hesitated and added: "If I pay it all in one lump sum, can the price be lower?"

Francis was surprised and delighted that the 1.8 million francs were paid in one lump sum. He was indeed a nobleman.

At the same time, the remaining suspicion he had about Vartan was thrown out of the window. It was impossible for a scammer to offer a one-time payment. They would find various excuses to delay payment and then abandon the debt.

What other traps are there in real money and silver transactions where one hand pays the money and one hand delivers the goods?

Thinking about it, Francis immediately agreed: "Of course, sir! If that's the case, it will be 980 francs per car!"

Vartan didn't seem to pay much attention to this small change. He had some dissatisfaction on his face, but he was unwilling to waste time. He nodded casually and said: "Okay... show me the contract, Mr. Francis." !”

Francis was so excited that he almost jumped up. In this way, all the inventory accumulated in the warehouse was emptied instantly. Is this God's favor for the Francis family?

But he suppressed his inner joy and did not show it. He bent down to Vartan with a smile on his face and said, "Please wait a moment, dear Mr. Vartan. I will draw up the contract right away. It won't take long!"

Just as he stood up, he saw Joseph talking to Vartan's servant beside the carriage outside the window. Joseph had sincerity and anxiety on his face.

Francis secretly said something bad, Shire Tractor Factory was obviously unwilling to give up this big order.

Sure enough, the servant hurried in, bent down and whispered a few words in Vartan's ear. Vartan looked surprised and asked, "Is this true?"

"Yes, sir!" The servant glanced out the window: "Mr. Joseph is waiting outside the door. He hopes you can talk to him again!"

Francis looked at Joseph with fire in his eyes, this traitor! Not only did he betray him, but he now came to steal his business!

But of course Francis wouldn't show it. He hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize Vartan: "They can't meet your needs anyway, Mr. Vartan. His factory has just been opened and can only produce dozens of dollars a month." vehicle!”

"But they will expand production and ensure a supply of 100 vehicles per month!" Vartan replied: "And the price of each vehicle is only 1,000 francs. I don't understand what is the difference between this and your 980 francs?"

Francis gritted his teeth. He understood that Charles wanted to completely drive his tractor factory to a dead end, so he would rather give up profits and fight a price war with him!

"900 francs!" Francis said cruelly: "If you agree, sign the contract immediately!"