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

Grevy had never been so excited as he was now. He felt that the door of the world had opened to him again. He was so excited that he took a carriage overnight and rushed to Armand Manor.

"What happened, Grevi?" Armand came out in his pajamas, and the wild laughter of several women came from the bedroom behind him.

Grevi didn't take it seriously. He had long been accustomed to Armand's special habit.

"Our army defeated the Germans in Davaz, Armand!" Grevi said excitedly.

"Oh?" Armand walked to the wine cabinet and skillfully poured two glasses of red wine. He picked up one glass and tasted it briefly. He handed the other glass to Grave and responded coldly: "So what?"

"They only used more than 300 people to defeat thousands of Germans!" Grevi waved his hands excitedly, like a commander on the battlefield.

Armand sat lazily on the sofa and leaned back, and replied: "You came so late, just because you want to tell me the story of how three hundred Spartans defeated the Persian army?"

It is possible for three hundred Germans to defeat several thousand French soldiers. Three hundred French soldiers defeat several thousand Germans. This can only be seen in fairy tale books.

"It's true!" Greville stepped forward and grabbed Armand's shoulders and shook him: "Wake up, Armand, you have no idea what's happening outside! This matter has spread throughout France. It's a man named Xia My young man invented something called a tank!"

Armand said "Oh" and was silent for a while as if he believed it. Then he asked: "What does this have to do with us? Are you here to tell me that the advantage of the left wing has been improved to the next level?"

The vast majority of parties on the left are emerging capitalists who control banks, factories, and machines.

The right-wing parties are old capitalists. Most of them are old aristocrats or farmers. Although they have strong financial resources, they have little control over society and are always at a disadvantage in the House of Representatives.

Obviously, this thing called a "tank" belongs to the category of emerging capitalists.

Grevi sighed and looked at Armand helplessly: "Think about it, Armand, we have always lost to the left wing. Why is this?"

Armand is the leader of the royalist party, and Grevy is the leader of the Bonapartist party. Both belong to the right wing that hopes to restore the monarchy.

They were technically divisive enemies, as they supported different emperors ruling France.

But because of the powerful enemy of the left wing, they were overwhelmed for a long time, and over time they became friends.

Perhaps due to lack of physical strength, Armand lay down gently on the sofa, raised his glass slightly and replied: "What can we do? The machines in their hands can produce a large number of rifles and artillery, thereby controlling the army and holding real power, and we Just farmers and hoes!”

"But what if we have tanks?" Grevi reminded: "What if we have this kind of equipment that can defeat thousands of elite German soldiers with more than three hundred people..."

Armand was stunned for a moment, then he sat up as if he was electrocuted and put the wine glass on the table. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "You're right, Grevi! This is our chance to regain the advantage. We can possibly rely on very little." The rifle with limited troops has the strength to be on par with the left wing!"

"That's what I want to say!" Grevi snapped his fingers: "This is our chance to make a comeback, Armand, and it may be our only chance!"

"But..." Then Armand was a little worried: "People on the left, they also know the importance of this kind of equipment, right?"

"That's why I came to you!" Grevi said: "We should join forces and use all our financial resources to ensure that we get the industrial property rights of tanks. The army needs tanks. This will increase our influence on the army. !”

Armand's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a long-extinguished flame was rekindled.

No one can understand the desolation of being marginalized in the power arena and waiting to be eliminated. This cannot be measured by money. It is despair, powerlessness, and being slaughtered without dignity!

Now there is a turning point, it depends on whether they can seize this opportunity!

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"500,000 francs!"

This was Grevi and Armand's original offer to Francis.

Francis was surprised. This was already one-tenth of the price of the tractor factory, and it was still the original price quoted.

Are tanks so valuable?

Francis was a little jealous. He spent his whole life running a tractor factory to achieve what he is today, but Charles just put together a few steel plates, like a child building blocks, and easily completed one-tenth of his !

However, the cunning Francis did not show it. He put on an embarrassed look and said:

"Dear gentlemen, this equipment can win the war and lead France to victory!"

"Except for everything else, we spent 5 billion on reparations alone during the Franco-German War, and that was more than 40 years ago!"

"Today, tanks can help France win the war. In addition to compensation, they have also won dignity and glory for France, as well as countless assets that are about to be plundered, and the lives of countless French soldiers and people!"

"All this is worth only 500,000 francs?"

Francis calmly poured wine into the glasses of the two guests, and added slowly and politely:

"I think Krisova might also be interested in this thing!"

Krisova is the leader of the Left Radical Party.

Francis knew how to irritate the two right-wing nobles in front of him.

Sure enough, Grevi and Armand looked at each other, with a hint of worry unreservedly on their faces.

"600,000 francs, no more!" Grevy said.

Francis sneered in his heart, there will be more, it may reach 800,000 francs, that lucky little guy!

But of course, Francis will not watch such a large sum of money fall into Charles' pocket.

What excuse should be used?

At this time, the butler Simon whispered something in Francis' ear, and Francis stood up: "I'm very sorry, gentlemen! I have something to deal with, so I'll be gone for a while, you can continue to discuss the details with Pierre!"

"Of course!" Grevy and Armand stood up gracefully, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Pierre is much easier to deal with than Francis.

However, to Grevy and Armand's surprise, it didn't take long for Francis to bring two people to him with a deathly pale face: a middle-aged man and a teenager, whose old and ill-fitting clothes looked a little shabby.

"Gentlemen!" Francis's face was filled with helplessness: "Let me introduce them. This is Dejoka and his son Charles!"

"Charles?" Grevy jumped up excitedly: "The boy who invented the tank?"

"Yes!" Francis nodded: "The industrial property rights of the tank are in their hands!"

Once the industrial property rights of the tank are successfully registered, it will be impossible to bypass Charles and his guardian Dejoka to discuss business.

Djoka secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, Charles had the foresight to register the property rights in time!