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

The meeting lasted until the afternoon. Except for the one-hour recess at noon, the left and the right continued to argue in the meeting, although there were few issues and none of them were important.

After walking out of the House of Representatives and looking at the setting sun under the mist, Grevi and Armand greedily took a few breaths of fresh air.

With a victorious smile on his face, Armand turned around and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Grevi looked expressionless. He did not think that sending Charles to Gallieni was a great victory, although it was indeed an army.

After all, while Ciel was in the army, he could also take care of the factory, which meant that Ciel was still their competitor!

After hesitating for a while, Grevi said thoughtfully: "I think I should talk to Ciel!"

Armand looked at Grevey in surprise: "You don't still want to bring him into our camp, do you? You can't do it, he is a capitalist!"

"Francis is also a capitalist!" Grevi replied: "What's more, this has nothing to lose to us!"

What's more important is actually Ciel's talent, which makes Grevey feel that even a 1% chance is worth a try, otherwise he wouldn't even bother to take a closer look.

"Okay!" Armand replied helplessly: "I'm not willing to deal with a child while I wait for your good news!"

Grevi said nothing, and with a wave of his hand, the coachman drove the carriage to a stop in front of him.

Grevi opened the car door, bent down, got in, sat down, and said his destination in a cold voice: "Motorcycle factory!"

"Yes, sir!" The coachman shook the reins, and the carriage turned around in front of the square and drove towards Lavas.

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Grevy's carriage was stopped outside the factory, which surprised him.

Grevy poked his head out and saw several French soldiers with loaded guns standing outside the factory gate. An officer with four golden stripes on his sleeves walked up to the carriage and asked politely: "Your ID, sir!" "

Grevi took his ID from his pocket and handed it over.

Grevy was a noble and a member of Parliament. This was clearly written on the certificate, and he was confident that he would be allowed to pass.

But what surprised him was that the officer only glanced at the document and said coldly: "Sorry, sir, I can't let you pass, please go back!"

Grevy frowned, and his aristocratic training allowed him to suppress the anger in his heart, and explained in a cold voice: "I know Mr. Charles, and I want to talk to him!"

"Sorry!" the officer handed the certificate back to Grevey: "This is an industrial area, and we have an order that no one who has nothing to do with the factory can enter or leave at will!"

Grevey seemed to understand that the military was worried about equipment leaks.

What he didn't know was that this was actually Laurent's "special care" for nobles like them.

Gallieni also guessed that Francis was uniting the traditional nobles to deal with Charles. Djoka can guess it, and Gallieni is certainly not a problem.

He immediately ordered Laurent not to allow any nobles to approach, as they were the key targets of prevention.

And it's not just the factory. The town of Lavaz also has a troop stationed and patrolled. Sentries are also set up on the road between the town and the factory. The name is to check for spies, but in fact it is to protect Charles' safety.

Grevy said "hmm", still maintaining his demeanor, and asked the coachman to pull over the carriage and park it next to the factory.

Unexpectedly, Laurent came to chase people away just after parking: "Sorry, sir, please get out of here!"

Grevi couldn't help it now, and he replied with a straight face: "You have no right to drive me away, Major, not anyone else!"

Grevy had a place in the House of Representatives, and he did not believe that there was no place for this small factory.

"Sorry, sir!" Laurent replied: "If I suspected that you were here to spy on the production of military equipment, would you still think that I have no power?"

Grevey was at a loss for words. As a member of Parliament, if he was suspected of being a spy by the military, it would definitely be a blow to his political career.

Just at this moment, a car slowly drove out of the factory. Grevi noticed Charles in the back seat. He quickly jumped off the carriage and walked to the road to stop the car: "Mr. Dejoca, I am Grevi who purchased the property rights." , I want to talk to Charles!"

The carriage driver behind looked at all this in shock. As Grevi, he actually stopped the other party's car to ask for a conversation. If this spread...

But Grevi didn't care. He looked at Ciel, and there was even a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Laurent held his waist vigilantly, ready to draw his gun. He knew that the nobles were a threat to Charles, and he could not put Charles in danger.

Djoka recognized Grevi and refused immediately: "No, there is nothing to talk about!"

"Wait, Mr. Djorka!" Grevi turned his gaze to Charles: "It only takes a few minutes!"

Charles nodded and said to Djoka who turned around: "Don't worry, father! Nothing will happen!"

Grevi is not that stupid yet. As a member of Parliament, he will not be disadvantageous to Ciel in this situation.

Charles stepped out of the car, and Greve let out a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude.

He led Charles along the open land towards the Marne River not far from the factory, where there were even bloodstains left when the German and French armies fought.

Djoka followed behind in his car, and Laurent also followed nervously with a team of guards.

Grevi looked back and said with a smile: "They protected you very well!"

"I produce tricycles for them!" Charles explained: "They don't want anything to go wrong with the production!"

Grevi nodded, this explanation was very reasonable.

"You only came to me to talk about this?" Charles asked.

"No, of course not!" Greve stopped, raised his eyes to the Marne River, and said thoughtfully: "You are a smart man, Charles, I believe you can see higher, farther, and more clearly, am I right?"

"What do you mean?" Charles didn't understand.

Grevy turned his eyes to the empty land covered with weeds by the river and said, "This was originally a fertile land planted with potatoes, but it has become like this in just a few years. Do you know why?"

Charles looked at the factory buildings behind him and replied, "You mean the factory?"

Grevy nodded slightly:

"After the emergence of the factory, large tracts of land became factories, farmers became workers, and land was purchased by capitalists in large tracts. If this continues, what will this country become?"

"One day, the capitalists will control all the land and control everyone's fate. As long as they say a word, the workers will be unemployed, impoverished, or even starved to death!"

"Isn't this another kind of control? Is this the human rights and freedom claimed by the capitalists?"

"They say you are a conscientious capitalist, Charles, you don't want this to be the end, right?"

Charles suddenly understood what Grevy meant by "higher", "further", and "clearer".

Thinkers!

France seems to have a lot of them, Voltaire, Montesquieu, Rousseau...