Chapter 572 This is your order

That day, Charles talked with Djokovic until very late before returning home.

Deyoka had no objection to Joseph, the candidate to go to the United States to develop military business. Joseph's ability and loyalty had been proven at the tractor factory.

Joseph's characteristic is that he is approachable to his subordinates and can manage the company in an orderly manner. What is particularly rare is that he has quite good social skills. He always knows how to interact with different people and handles the relationship well.

The latter may be an ability developed by Joseph as a butler for many years. It is said that he can tell the other person's personality, temper and preferences at a glance.

What Djokovic still has doubts about is the strategic direction of developing military industry in the United States, although he has decided to trust Charles.

In the car on the way home in the evening, Charles had to tell Djoka something: "Father, you should know about the 'peace talks' proposed by William II not long ago, right?"

"Yes." Djokovic pulled out the windshield wiper and quickly glanced at Charles who was sitting next to him: "But what does this have to do with American military industry?"

"There was a strong call for civil negotiations," said Charles, "but it was rejected by Parliament, and the same was true in the UK."

"Hmm." Djokovic turned the steering wheel. "People are tired of this war, but the parliament thinks this is a delaying tactic by the Germans."

It was not just a delaying tactic. There was also a rumor that the Germans intended to negotiate with the British and French forces so that they could free up their hands to concentrate on attacking Russia, and then turn around and declare war on Britain and France after defeating Russia.

"It was the Americans who did it." Charles replied calmly: "The Americans don't want this war to stop."

Djokovic was startled, his hands on the steering wheel shook, and the car shook a little.

"For a loan, father," Charles explained. "The Americans can only get that loan if they defeat the Germans completely and get reparations."

Djoka was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "So, the Americans will definitely join the war?"

"Yes." Charles tightened his coat and answered, "The Americans will not let the Allies lose. Once Russia is defeated or the balance of victory tilts towards Germany, the Americans will definitely join the war."

When lobbying the US President, the US financial group said: "Mr. President, we all know that if the money borrowed from Europe eventually becomes a bad debt, even God will have to leave here."

Simply put, if you don't get the money, you can't be president anymore, because angry people will drive you out of office.

So the American president had no choice but to work with the consortium to publicize the necessity of joining the war, and then send American soldiers to the Western Front, which had nothing to do with them.

Djokovic was silent.

Only then did he realize that what Charles saw was much more profound than what he saw. Charles could even predict the future based on the current situation, and it was reasonable, as if he knew these would happen.

…

The car stopped at the door and Djokovic held an umbrella to help Charles get out of the car.

When the two hurried into the house, they were surprised to find Camille having a cheerful conversation with a woman.

Charles looked closely and saw that it was Lucia. He suddenly remembered that today was the day to "meet the parents".

Camille scolded, "I told you to come back early, you must have forgotten about it!"

Lucia stepped forward and shook hands with Dejoka generously, introducing herself: "Hello, uncle, my name is Lucia."

"Hello!" Djokovic glanced at Lucia and nodded to Charles with a smile, as if praising Charles' vision.

Camille brought out the prepared dinner from the kitchen, with turkey and smoked fish, and beef stew with white beans.

When serving the dishes, Camille specifically said to Charles: "The white bean beef stew was made by Lucia, would you like to try it?"

Charles felt something strange in his heart and glanced at Lucia unconsciously.

That was a dish that the former "Charles" liked, how did she know?

But Charles didn't think much about it. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe Camille prepared the dish and Lucia was just helping.

But what happened next made Charles feel more and more that something was wrong.

"Did you see this pair of earrings?" Camille tilted her head towards Djoka as she sat at the table, showing the earrings on her earlobes. "They are almost exactly the same as the ones I lost before. It's unbelievable."

"By the way, uncle." Lucia took out a box from her bag and handed it to Dejoka across the table: "This is a gift for you."

"Thank you." Djokovic replied politely.

He opened it and saw a pocket watch. He looked at Lucia in surprise: "What a coincidence! You may not believe it, but my pocket watch broke a few days ago. I was too busy with work to buy a new one. This is exactly what I need!"

"Really?" Lucia responded with a smile: "That's really a coincidence."

Charles put down the knife and fork in his hand, and they made a crisp sound on the plate.

"What's wrong?" Camille looked at Charles in confusion.

Djokovic also had a confused look on his face.

Lucia seemed to notice something and the smile on her face froze for a moment, but soon recovered.

"No, nothing." Charles covered up: "Just a little tired."

The dinner was a little dull, or to be more precise, Charles could not put himself in the mood. Lucia, Djokovic, and Camille were all laughing and chatting happily. She seemed to know their personalities and preferences very well, even Charles's.

However, Ciel knew what that meant.

…

The rain was drizzling and the wind was cold.

After dinner, Charles drove Lucia back to Paris. Neither of them spoke along the way. Lucia sat in the passenger seat, looking sideways at the rain outside the window. From time to time, she reached out her hand to catch a few raindrops and hummed a song.

"You seem very proud?" Charles asked coldly.

"What?" Lucia asked without turning around: "Are you not satisfied with my performance today?"

"You use the same tactics on my family that you use on your enemies," Charles replied.

Lucia was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, her voice a little cold: "You seem to have forgotten that this is your order, General."

"My order?" Charles was stunned.

"Yes," Lucia replied, "Housework or mission, you choose the mission."

Lucia turned to look at Charles:

"Since this is a mission, don't you think I should use some tricks?"

"For example, I should know what they like. Only in this way can I ensure their recognition."

"Otherwise, does it mean that the mission has failed?"

Charles was speechless. It seemed like an oversight on his part. He had not thought of this at the time.

"Don't try to find out their information anymore," Charles said.

"Yes, General," Lucia replied, and continued to hum her song.

The song sounds relaxing and pleasant, but it also reveals an inexplicable sadness.

(End of this chapter)