Chapter 393 Talents Delivered to Your Door

It was an ordinary morning. Charles got up and sat at his desk, eating the bread brought by the orderly without washing his face or brushing his teeth.

This seems unhygienic, and the old Ciel wouldn't have done that.

But after returning from the battlefields of Gallipoli, experiencing the blood-stained dirt, the feces-smelling tunnels, and the stench of rotting corpses in the air, he no longer cared.

Tijani waved the newspaper towards Charles and said, "It's amazing, isn't it? You can actually see human bones!"

"What?" Charles responded vaguely with food in his mouth.

Tijani handed the newspaper to Charles and pointed at a picture with his finger: "This is the invention of Marie Curie."

When Charles heard "Marie Curie", he was stunned and his chewing movements unconsciously slowed down.

Of course Charles knew who Madame Curie was. He had grown up hearing her name. He just didn't realize that Madame Curie was in the same time and space as him.

Charles turned his eyes to the newspaper and saw a big headline on the front page: "The 'Little Curie Family' has helped more than 100,000 wounded people so far and they have received proper treatment."

The picture shows a car with Madame Curie sitting in it, looking a little melancholy.

After reading the content, Charles realized that the car was invented by Madame Curie. It was equipped with a radiation device and could be driven to the field hospital to take X-rays of injured soldiers. Madame Curie called it the "Little Curie Family."

(The picture above shows Marie Curie in her radiology medical vehicle. During World War I, she established the first military radiology imaging center in France, equipped with 20 mobile X-ray machines, and also configured 200 X-ray machines in a field hospital. During the war, a total of 1 million wounded and sick soldiers were treated with the help of X-ray equipment)

"What a great woman." Charles exclaimed sincerely.

Tijani hummed in agreement, but then shrugged: "It's a pity that the citizens of France don't seem to agree with her."

"Disagree?" Charles looked at Tijani in surprise: "Why?"

Tijani turned to look at Charles, with confusion and surprise on his face: "You haven't heard about it? Everyone in France knows it."

Charles said "Oh" and said, "I rarely pay attention to the outside world, except for studying."

Tijani rolled his eyes, it was obvious that his parents were too strict with him.

"It seems to have happened three years ago," Tijani explained. "Madame Curie wrote a love letter and it was published in the Paris News. Then people knew that Curie was dating Professor Lang Zhiwan, who was a student of Curie's late husband."

Charles smiled softly: "That's nothing!"

It's just a teacher-student relationship.

Not wanting to mention it, Jani added: "Professor Lang Zhiwan is a married man."

Charles was speechless for a moment, he had never heard of this.

Tijani raised his hand: "Then rumors spread. Many people believed that this relationship started before her husband died. Some even said that her husband committed suicide because of it. What's even more exaggerated is that some people suspected that there was a conspiracy..."

Charles sighed inwardly. He seemed to understand why Madame Curie always looked so lonely and unhappy in the photos.

After taking a sip of milk, Charles shook his head and sighed, "The French are very strange. They praise Harry, who is available to everyone, to the sky, but cannot tolerate such a small stain as Marie."

This is unbridled and romantic France!

Tijani was stunned, and seemed to think that what Charles said made sense.

After thinking for a while, Tijani gave a barely plausible explanation: "Perhaps people have higher expectations of scientists, just as they have high expectations of you."

Charles put the empty cup on the table and looked at Tijani fiercely: "So, that's why you called Harry to my bathroom?"

Tijani was stunned, he didn't expect Charles to think of this.

“Damn it!” Tijani slapped his head. “Why didn’t I think of that? I should have brought a few reporters and prepared cameras that day. I missed a great headline!”

Charles threw the remaining bread directly at him, the smooth-talking guy.

However, Charles understood that this was not just because Madame Curie was a scientist, but also because she was a woman, and there was serious discrimination and prejudice against women at that time.

"General." At this time, a guard trotted up to Charles and reported: "Someone wants to see you, an American, who said he has important information about the Germans."

The first thing that Charles thought of was the "White Ladies". This organization was mostly composed of civilians and they were from various countries.

But then I thought about it and felt that something was wrong. The members of the "Lady in White" should not be so reckless. Coming to the door would almost expose their identities.

"Let him in," Charles ordered, doubtfully.

Tijani was more cautious and asked the guard, "Did you search me?"

"We searched it," the guard replied. "No weapons or anything suspicious."

…

Charles took the man to the conference room. No matter how he looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, he didn't look like a spy.

"You can tell me now." Charles nodded at him. "What do you want to tell me?"

"It's like this, General." The old man looked a little nervous. He rubbed his hands and swallowed his saliva. "Two years ago, the Titanic hit an iceberg and sank. Since then, I have been... thinking about one thing. My idea is this..."

Charles was a little surprised. The Titanic sank two years ago? It was so close to him.

"It has nothing to do with the Germans, does it?" Charles joked. "You mean it was sunk by the Germans?"

"No, of course not." The old man blushed and hesitated for a moment before answering: "I'm very sorry, General. I actually have no information about the Germans."

This might be a fan, Charles thought, asking for an autograph under the guise of providing intelligence.

"Where's the book?" Charles asked.

The old man looked at Charles in confusion: "What book?"

"Where should I sign?" Charles took out a pen from the drawer: "Don't use this method next time."

The old man was stunned for a moment before he responded: "No, no, I'm not here to ask for an autograph."

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

"I am..." The old man paused, then took a deep breath and seemed to be determined: "My name is General Fussenden, and I study radio. In the past two years, because of the sinking of the Titanic, I have been studying the method of underwater detection of icebergs. Not long ago, I applied for the industrial property rights of the 'echo sounder'. It can detect icebergs two miles away. I think it may be useful to you."

Ciel's eyes widened instantly.

Radio expert?

An "echo sounder" for detecting icebergs? And at a distance of two miles, isn't this the prototype of sonar?

How come such a talent came to me? !

(End of this chapter)