Chapter 261 A Higher Position
Perhaps because he was not used to it, after serving in the headquarters for more than half a month, Charles just wanted to stay at home and didn't want to go anywhere during the holidays.
In the past, I would visit the motorcycle factory and tractor factory every time I came back from vacation, but now I don’t want to move at all.
He made an excuse for himself: Djokovic would take care of the business anyway, so there wasn't much point in going.
There is another reason: Charles can now easily earn tens of millions of francs through "authorized production": the authorizations for the United States, Russia and the United Kingdom are estimated to generate tens of millions of francs in revenue.
Since it was easy to make money, Charles no longer cared about the profits from the tractor factory and the motorcycle factory. Let it fall, it's just a drop in the bucket.
If they were not related to military industry, especially the tractor factory's engines which were directly related to the development of tanks, Charles would not have bothered to keep them.
Think again about that disgusting Francis, he has restrained himself a lot recently.
After all, Charles is a competitor that Schneider is wary of, and Francis is just a chess piece of Schneider. It is obvious who is superior and who is inferior.
If Charles wanted to, he could destroy Francis' tractor factory without much effort, even with Schneider's support.
(Note: If Charles puts all his efforts into dealing with Francis, Schneider will more likely choose to give up his pawn rather than go into full-scale battle with Charles for him)
But Charles felt that it was meaningless. He had left Francis far behind without realizing it, and dealing with him would only lower his own value.
Charles suddenly missed the modern electronic age. If he had a mobile phone, he could read novels when he was free at home.
Especially the one about Steel Wings Cavalry, I traveled through time when I was only halfway through it!
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The next afternoon, Charles went to the factory despite the heavy snow.
He went not to the motorcycle factory or the tractor factory, but to the Veterans' Home to find the director, Captain Darius.
The Veterans' Home is no longer the same as it used to be.
When it was first built, it was an old building that borrowed motorcycles. Because there were too many disabled veterans coming to seek refuge, the dormitory was tight, and many people lived in factory buildings and simple tents.
Last month, Charles built a five-story building at the welfare home, with a total of more than 300 dormitories with en suite bathrooms, each of which can accommodate ten people.
Another building of the same size is under construction, which will be able to accommodate seven to eight thousand disabled veterans.
This cost Charles more than three million francs, but he thought it was all worth it. These are investments, and now is the time to use them.
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Charles found Captain Darius in the factory. As the dean, he has always been conscientious and dedicated to his duties. He tried every means to help disabled veterans overcome their disabilities and do what they can.
It is not easy to do this because the injuries of each disabled veteran are different, and Darius must consider each person carefully, even including their self-care. For example, let two veterans who are missing a leg and a hand work together.
Seeing how hard they were working, Charles felt a little sorry for them.
But Charles knew that for veterans, this was not just a job, but also dignity and self-confidence, and even the meaning of life.
Otherwise, they will only drag down their families and lie in bed waiting to die.
When Charles walked into the factory, the whole factory was in an uproar.
The workers all stopped what they were doing and saluted Charles. Many of the disabled veterans had never seen Charles before, and they talked about it:
"He is Master Charles? I finally see him!"
"Today is our lucky day, gentlemen, and I hope to have the opportunity to thank him in person."
"Forget it, Ambroise, Master Charles is very busy."
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Unexpectedly, Charles walked into the crowd and shook hands with the veterans while greeting them: "Is everything all right, gentlemen?"
The veterans rushed forward and answered in unison:
"Thanks to you, we are fine, Master Charles!"
"There's nothing to be dissatisfied about, Master Charles! Not only can we survive, but we can also send extra wages to our families."
"I like it here very much, Master Ciel. We can help each other."
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Charles nodded at them, his eyes filled with genuine respect.
Charles felt that these old soldiers in front of him were remarkable people. They had given everything for France, and France should not easily send them away with just 130 francs.
The veterans understood Charles' expression. Even though Charles said nothing, they understood.
They didn't know how to express themselves, so they could only express their gratitude to Charles one after another. Some of them were so moved that their eyes were red.
What they need more than jobs and wages is this recognition.
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Captain Darius took Ciel to his office.
The office is very simple, with a desk, chair, bookshelf and everything you need, except for the French flag.
It was neatly organized and everything looked brand new, which seemed inconsistent with Darius's one arm.
Darius understood Charles' expression. He skillfully brewed coffee with his only right hand and explained, "You may not believe it, Master Charles, but I used to be known for being sloppy. Now that I have one hand missing, I can clean the house."
Darius smiled self-deprecatingly and passed the coffee to Charles: "Some people say that this is a change in personality after a near-death experience, but I don't think so."
"What's that?" Charles took the coffee.
Darius turned around to get his coffee and took a sip. He sat down in front of Charles and answered, "In the past, I always thought I could do something big and didn't take these little things seriously. Now, I think these are my career."
Darius waved at the factory outside the office and said with a smile: "This is very meaningful. I feel that I have found my position while helping others."
"You really manage this place very well." Charles praised from the bottom of his heart.
"No, no." Darius replied, "Don't say thank you. I didn't do all this for you or for others. I did it for myself. I even think that I was wasting my time before."
Ciel nodded in understanding.
Life is often like this. Only when you lose something do you suddenly realize the meaning of life. Otherwise, you will just live in confusion and ultimately not know what you want to do.
This put Charles in a dilemma. He was not sure whether it was right for him to come here, as it might disrupt Darius's peace.
Seeing that Charles had a strange expression, Darius suddenly became nervous: "Master Charles, you are not planning to close the welfare home, are you?"
Without waiting for Charles to answer, he added, "If you are short of funds, you don't have to subsidize the welfare home anymore. We can be self-sufficient. Please don't close this place."
Darius looked at Ciel with pleading eyes and a hint of panic.
"No, Captain," Charles replied, "I have no intention of closing this place. As long as I am alive, the subsidy will always be there."
"That's..." Darius looked at Ciel in confusion.
Charles asked back, "Captain, if things are not as you think, you may have a higher position?"
(End of this chapter)
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