Chapter 390 Super Range Cannon

Insurance sells fear and anxiety about the future: people transfer their fear and anxiety to insurance companies, and once these anxieties become reality, insurance companies will compensate them with generous monetary compensation. Of course, the insured has to pay for this service.

Therefore, the more panicked and anxious people are, the better business the insurance companies do.

But Djokovic had careful considerations.

"Good business doesn't mean you can make money, Charles." Djoka held up the pencil in his hand with a trace of worry in his eyes: "If in the future it is really as people say, the Germans will concentrate a large number of airships to bomb Britain..."

There is no need to say what the result will be. The insurance company will most likely pay for the underwear, and Charles will return to the pre-liberation era overnight.

However, Ciel knew that this would not happen.

"I know how to deal with it." Ciel said with a relaxed look: "I just haven't invented the equipment yet."

Djokovic understood instantly.

Charles is using his military talent to manipulate the market.

It was a good idea. On the one hand, he used the insurance industry to plunder the wealth of British civilians, and on the other hand, he invented equipment and sold it to the British government.

When the British government bought equipment to defeat the Germans, it was again serving Shire's insurance companies.

With a perfect closed loop, the profit will not be just 10 or 20 million, but at least hundreds of millions.

Thinking of this, Djokovic's eyes lit up with excitement and he nodded, "No problem, I'll send someone to London right away."

With the company's growth to its current size, Djokovic no longer needs to do everything himself.

After the call, Djokovic smiled at Charles and said, "You know, the most difficult place for us to do insurance business is Paris."

"Paris?" Charles' eyes turned alert. "Is there someone trying to interfere?"

Charles's first reaction was to the capitalists who were working against him, especially Schneider.

"No." Djokovic shook his head. "They don't seem to dare to compete with us in the insurance industry."

Charles, who has a military talent, has a natural advantage in this regard. He controls the outcome of the war and can influence the result of the insurance, so no one dares to follow him easily.

"What is that?" Charles was a little surprised.

"Because of you." Djokovic raised his eyebrows.

"Me?" Charles was confused.

"Yes." Deyoka nodded with a smile: "Everyone believes that as long as Charles is there, the Germans cannot threaten the safety of Paris, so they are relieved. In fact, they are thinking about when the French army can reach Berlin!"

Charles said "Oh" and understood.

Without anxiety, the market will not be active, insurance companies can live in peace, and of course they will not be willing to sell at a low price.

The solution is to make the insurance company feel the danger, to make them think that they might lose money in the near future, and only then will they choose to sell it.

However, it was not easy to turn Paris into a "dangerous" place, and it was decades later that the Germans occupied Paris again.

After thinking for a while, Charles came up with an idea.

"Prepare the funds, father." Charles said, "There may be changes in the next few days."

"Changes?" Djokovic looked at Charles in surprise: "Are you saying that the Germans might attack Paris?"

Before Charles could answer, Djokovic exclaimed: "My God, it's an airship? They're going to bomb Paris with an airship?"

Charles shook his head. He did not tell Djoka the answer. Some things were not appropriate to come out of his mouth.

Because people will say, "That's just a rumor spread by the insurance company to cheat us out of our money."

Therefore, Charles needed an authoritative agency to release the news in order to shake up the seemingly stable Paris insurance industry.

"Leave it to me." Charles told Djokovic before leaving: "Also, we need to buy a piece of land nearby to build a factory, which may require about 7,000 square meters."

"7,000 square meters?" Djokovic was shocked by the number. This is a big factory.

Charles hummed and replied casually, "I purchased five artillery production lines from the UK, and they will be delivered in a few days."

Dejoka didn't think it was a big deal at first. France needed artillery, so purchasing an artillery production line was a normal thing to do.

After Charles left, he suddenly realized: "God, artillery production line, produce artillery!"

He stood up and hurried to the window to call Charles, but Charles' car had already driven onto the road and was getting farther away.

Deyoka was somewhat helpless. Producing artillery meant direct competition with Schneider. The conflict between the two would be further intensified because each other's existence could threaten the other's survival. The military would often choose one type of artillery and then give up another.

However, Djokovic looked at the cars disappearing on the road and thought that this day would come sooner or later and he would have to face it sooner or later.

…

After returning to Paris, Charles visited the city's defense headquarters.

"How are you doing, General?" Charles saluted Gallieni.

Gallieni glanced up at Charles and said nonchalantly: "Of course, I'm fine!"

Lieutenant Colonel Fernando secretly made a face, and the other staff officers smiled but said nothing.

The fact is that when Charles was not there, Gallieni always felt like something was missing. He would often become inexplicably irritable and restless, and even the regular work and rest schedule he had maintained for decades was disrupted. He often got up to work in the middle of the night because he couldn't sleep, but was so sleepy during the day that he fell asleep on his desk.

Lieutenant Colonel Fernand suggested to Gallieni: "Why don't we transfer Charles back? This place is not far from the police training base. When there is no war, he can take care of both ends."

"No." Gallieni shook his head firmly. "He still has to rely on himself in the end, Lieutenant Colonel. This is his chance to hone his skills."

Gallieni knew very well that Charles leading an independent troop was different from commanding a troop in the city defense headquarters, although there was not much difference in form.

Charles handed Gallieni a book. "I heard you've been having trouble sleeping lately. Maybe you could use this to kill time instead of getting up and working."

It was "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" written by Jules Verne. Charles hoped that Gallieni could enter another world and relax himself from the state of war.

Gallieni was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "This is just something to fool children, Brigadier General, this only proves that you haven't grown up yet!"

Although he said this, there was a smile in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"So be it!" replied Charles, placing the book on Gallieni's desk, and returning to the subject: "I have received a message, General, that the Germans are planning to build a cannon, a cannon with a very long range, with which they intend to bombard Paris directly!"

Everyone was stunned and turned their shocked eyes to Charles, including Gallieni.

(End of this chapter)