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

Charles and Dejoka led the workers to work all night in the motorcycle factory.

On the one hand, the motorcycle was converted into a sidecar, on the other hand, they discussed tactics with Major Brownie, and on the other hand, there was the matter of restarting the production of the motorcycle factory. There were always many unexpected things to solve, and time passed unknowingly.

During this period, Camille came once, and she was relieved to know that the two were busy in the factory. Before she went back, she told Dejoka with some distress: "Charles is still young, don't tire him out!"

Dejoka responded casually, and then he was a little embarrassed: "You don't know how capable Charles is. Many things require his decision! It may be difficult to make him feel more relaxed!"

After hearing this, Camille was proud and worried, and finally could only smile happily. Charles had to grow up, and this day would come eventually!

After sending Major Brownie and his men away in the early morning, Charles had time to lie down in the staff dormitory, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and was not awakened until the afternoon by cheers.

Before Charles could react, a large number of employees rushed in, including Guillaume, and they shouted in unison:

"We won, Master Charles!"

"They won a great victory and drove the Germans back!"

"It is said that thousands of people were killed and wounded. God, they killed more than ten times the enemy, but their own losses were negligible!"

"You have made a great contribution again, Master Charles!"

...

Charles was not fully awake yet. He half sat up and looked at the workers in a daze. It took him a while to realize that they were talking about Major Brownie's motorcycle team.

"Has the battle already been fought?" Charles asked, "How is Major Brownie? Is he okay?"

"He's fine!" Uncle Guillaume replied, "He called and said he wanted to thank you, Master Charles. They did what you said, and it turned out to be very useful!"

Deyoka walked into the dormitory and looked at Charles, who looked tired, and said distressedly, "Now that the dust has settled, Charles, you should go home and have a good meal and a good sleep. I'm here!"

The workers echoed in unison:

"Yes, Master Charles, go back and rest!"

"We're here!"

"We've called another group of workers to take over, and we'll go to rest in a while!"

...

Charles felt that there was nothing here that needed him, and the point was that sleepiness was still coming like waves, so he gladly accepted the suggestion.

...

Walking on the streets of the town, the setting sun cast a long afterimage beside him.

Charles, who was not used to staying up late, felt as if he was in another world, and his steps were a little staggering.

Unconsciously, it seemed that someone was approaching him. Turning his head, he saw two middle-aged men in black suits and top hats, sandwiching him in the middle.

"Master Charles?" The middle-aged man with a mustache on the left turned his head and asked.

"Who are you?" Charles asked in confusion.

The next second, Charles realized that he was wrong.

If they were here to kidnap him, this simple response would allow the other party to confirm his identity.

"Someone wants to see you, Master Charles!" The mustache raised his head towards the car parked not far ahead, and said in an imperative tone: "Come with us!"

The two men didn't say anything, holding Charles on the left and right and walking towards the car.

Charles was instantly frightened and sweaty, and his consciousness was completely sober.

Really kidnapping?

Want money? Or killers sent by capitalists?

Bumping into them here means that they have been squatting outside the motorcycle factory for a long time, and he happened to be alone...

What should I do?

At the critical moment, there was a childish shout: "Murderer! Bad guys! They want to kidnap Master Charles!"

That was Teddy's voice. Charles was so moved that he wanted to hug Teddy's fat face and kiss him. The bad memories of him in his mind disappeared instantly, and his ugly appearance of being so fat that he couldn't even see his waist became cute.

The two men in suits paused after hearing the shouts. They seemed to want to argue, but after looking at each other, they said nothing and walked faster.

This made Teddy seem to confirm that they were "bad guys" and shouted even louder:

"They are people sent by the capitalists to take Charles away!"

"Help, save Master Charles!"

...

Seeing Charles being put on the car, neighbors shouted and rushed over from all directions.

The baker held a table knife, the worker held a wrench, the woman held a kitchen knife and eggs, and Aunt Kara even held a long rolling pin used to make pizza.

"Stop them!"

"Don't let them go, they want to take Master Charles away!"

"These shameful bastards actually want to kidnap Master Charles right under our noses! Are they looking for death?"

...

The two men in suits saw that the situation was not good, and desperately dragged Charles to climb onto the already started car. Just as they were about to start, they were grabbed down one by one by Uncle Anthony who came over.

Uncle Anthony was a mason. He was thick-shouldered and waisted, and he trotted all the way with a bag of 50 kilograms of lime on his back without taking a breath.

He was calm, stretched out his hand to stop the other neighbors who were about to rush up, and cast an inquiring look at Charles:

"Do you know them, Master Charles?"

"No, I don't know them!" Charles told the truth.

This confirmed the charge of kidnapping.

Uncle Anthony's hand, like a fence, loosened, and the angry neighbors rushed up like a tide. They waved various "weapons" in their hands to greet the men in suits, beating and scolding them, as if they wanted to vent all their anger on them:

"Kill them, inhuman guys!"

"Damn capitalists, they can't stand seeing others doing well!"

"Master Charles must have blocked their way to wealth, they want to kill Master Charles!"

"My chicken must have been stolen by them!"

...

The two men in suits screamed and wanted to explain something, but the neighbors didn't listen. They rushed forward and the car windows were broken.

"Bang!" A gunshot.

The neighbors screamed and stepped back uncontrollably.

Uncle Anthony immediately protected Charles behind him.

However, the neighbors were just stunned and immediately surrounded them again. They had more people and the other side only had a revolver. How many people could they kill?

But they were still a step slower. The two men in suits took advantage of this gap and quickly climbed into the car and stepped on the accelerator. The car squeezed out of the crowd with a shrill horn.

The neighbors chased after him, spitting stones and cursing at him. Several women's shoes circled in the air and drew a beautiful parabola, hitting the driver's face accurately...

"Charles, Charles!" Carmi ran like crazy from the other end of the street. Her face was pale and her eyes were full of panic. She didn't even have time to untie her apron.

It was obvious that the neighbors rushed to tell her everything.

"I'm fine, Mom!" Charles came out of the crowd and greeted him.

Carmi was relieved when she saw Charles. She slowed down and hugged Charles tightly, then cried with joy. After a while, she remembered the neighbors and looked up to thank the people around her, with tears in her eyes and full of gratitude:

"Thank you! Thank you very much!"

"Thank you!"

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