Chapter 401 How do you plan to change it?

There was laughter and chatter at the table. Charles and Elisa talked about teachers and classmates from time to time. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

After dinner, Charles politely sent Elisa and Aunt Lina to the car and asked Laurent to take them home.

Interpersonal relationships in the West are not complicated. They are the same over and over again, and have become formatted.

However, this may only apply to common people. Charles' social circle is not wide. He has heard that interpersonal relationships in the upper class can be so complicated that "there is no distinction between each other" and "a carnival for the whole group."

Back in the room, Camille hurriedly dropped the dishes and walked out of the kitchen. While wiping his hands, he asked Charles with anticipation in his eyes: "What do you think?"

"What's going on?" Charles pretended to be confused.

"Come on, you're already eighteen," Camille said. "It's time to find a girlfriend, and you're in the military saving the world all day long..."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Save the world" is a derogatory term in modern times.

However, what Ciel is doing does seem to be "saving the world".

"Elissa is a good girl." Camille pulled Charles to sit down at the dining table. "She joined the Communications Corps and can be said to be a member of the army. She is also fighting for France."

"Communications Corps?" This was the first time Charles had heard of this designation.

"Yes." Camille answered, but she herself was not quite sure and unconsciously turned her gaze to Djoka.

Deyoka continued, "It was formed three months ago. The military began to hire some women to perform communications tasks. They mainly ride motorcycles to deliver letters or documents for the military. They usually operate in safe areas behind the scenes."

Then Charles understood.

This is because of the shortage of manpower. Workers will be replaced by women in the future, as well as those doing farm work, as well as those doing arsenal production of weapons and artillery shells, and even as police and politicians. In short, men will go to the front to fight, and the work in the rear will basically be left to women.

This also creates an opportunity for women to improve their social status.

(The picture above shows British female suffragists during World War I)

Camille moved closer and continued to encourage: "She is still your admirer, Charles. Her father is a soldier, a major in service. I think she and you will have a lot in common..."

"Mom." Charles interrupted Camille, "We are not suitable. She looks too young."

Camille looked at Charles in surprise: "But she is your classmate, Charles, you are the same age!"

Djokovic nodded slightly to show his understanding.

This is not a matter of age. Charles's cognition is far beyond that of an 18-year-old. In Charles' eyes, the conversation of his peers is likely to be described in one word: "childish."

Djoka said: "What Charles needs may be a girlfriend with whom he can discuss war, inventions, or making money."

Camille turned around and glared at Djoka: "Do you think there is such a woman? One as good as Ciel?"

Djokovic responded: "I'm not sure, but I don't think it's like Alyssa."

Camille lowered his face, his voice filled with anger: "Then please tell me, what should it be like?"

"I've already said that." Djokovic spread his hands and replied: "It depends on fate, Camille, I believe there will always be such a person..."

Ciel took this opportunity to stand up: "Tell me when you're done discussing this. I'm a little tired."

After saying this, he ran down the stairs into his room as if escaping, leaving Camille and Djokovic staring blankly in the living room.

…

It had been a long time since he woke up naturally in his room. Charles threw off the quilt and stood up, stretching himself. He looked out the window and saw that the sun was already high in the sky. He suddenly remembered his plan for today and cursed, "Damn it, I overslept!"

He hurriedly put on his military uniform, went downstairs, tore a piece of bread from the dining table and rushed out the door.

Camille seemed to have prepared lunch. She ran out from behind and shouted at Charles' back: "Where are you going, Charles?"

"Tractor factory!" Charles answered, waving his hand without looking back.

It was only a few hundred meters away, so Charles was too lazy to ask Laurent to pick him up, so he simply chose to walk, or to be more exact, jog.

Along the way, neighbors waved to Charles enthusiastically.

Aunt Elisa called out, "Croissants, Charles?

"No." Charles raised the bread in his hand: "Thank you, Aunt Elisa."

Aunt Kara poked her head out of the pizza shop and shouted to Charles, "Slow down, little guy, which country is waiting for you to save?"

Charles was chewing bread and couldn't speak, so he could only turn half way and wave.

The guards came up from both sides, at first there were only two, but soon there were more and more, with rifles on their backs clutched in their hands, as if they were going to the battlefield.

A captain stepped forward nervously and asked, "What happened, Brigadier General? Do you need me to notify anyone?"

"No, it's okay." Charles was a little helpless. He felt like he was being watched all the time. "Go back to your posts."

"Yes, Brigadier General." The guards stopped and dispersed under the captain's command.

…

Ten minutes later, Charles rushed into Deyoka's office and asked, "Father, where did you put 'Saint Samon'?"

"'Saint-Samond'?" Deyoka recalled: "In the warehouse, it was brought in from Paris and stored there."

It was shipped from the railway, which went directly to the tractor factory warehouse.

Charles took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was past 11 o'clock. There were still more than four hours before he had to report back to the camp. He had to hurry.

"Who is in charge of the Tractor Works Research Institute now, father?" asked Charles.

"It's always been Joseph." Djokovic asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Matthew's father, who didn't understand the equipment, was only responsible for coordination and logistics.

"What about the design?" Charles asked again.

"Matthew," Deyoka replied, "He and Colonel Estiny are both. They often discuss and exchange ideas with each other. It is said that they are considering designing a new type of tank."

Estinius and Matthew can be said to be a perfect match. The former is more inclined to military tactics and battlefield experience, while the latter is more inclined to mechanical manufacturing and realization, so the new type of tank took shape.

But Ciel didn't care about that at the moment.

"Tell Matthew to come over," Charles said. "I'll wait for him in the warehouse."

…

Warehouse No. 3 of the tractor factory is dimly lit because the windows are sealed for the sake of confidentiality.

The lights were turned on, and three "Saint-Samonds" came into Charles' sight. Charles walked up to one of them and walked around it twice, measuring it with his hands from time to time.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from behind. Matthew stood at the door and looked at Charles with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, look at you, you are already a brigadier general."

"Is everything okay?" Charles looked at Matthew. He had a beard, which made him look more mature. His cheeks were thinner, but his eyes were bright.

Matthew spread his hands and smiled heartily: "Can't you see it?"

As he spoke, Matthew pulled over a chair, sat on it with his legs sideways, and turned his gaze to Saint Salmon: "Tell me, how are you going to change it?"

(End of this chapter)