Chapter 370 If you want to win, buy my artillery!
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I will try to resume three updates a day starting tomorrow. If I fail to do so occasionally, I hope you can understand!
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Now is a great time to enter the insurance industry.
The war and fire caused capital to lose confidence in the insurance industry, which meant that Shire had fewer competitors, making it easier and costing less to acquire insurance companies.
However, when Shire entered the insurance industry, the "premiums" it could offer would naturally increase: the higher the risk, the higher the premium.
On the other hand, in a period of continued currency depreciation, people will generally believe that it is more cost-effective to buy insurance, otherwise the money in their hands will disappear into thin air.
More importantly, Charles had foresight. He knew where it was safe and where it was dangerous. For example, he would definitely not do business in Verdun, so Paris could boldly accept orders. It would be more than 20 years before the Germans occupied Paris.
(Note: Germany captured Paris in 1940 during World War II)
If there was any danger to Paris, it was that the Germans would develop the so-called "Paris Cannon", but the damage it would cause to Paris would be almost negligible.
It can even provide business opportunities for Shire: Are you worried about your house being bombed and your property being damaged? Then buy insurance and Shire will pay you double!
Very good advertising slogan, the key is "Char" who is almost a talisman.
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The next morning, Charles woke up in his little room.
The rooms in the police training base were more luxurious than this, and there were orderlies on duty to ensure security, but for some reason, Charles could only completely relax and fall into a deep sleep here.
Maybe this is what home feels like.
After a quick wash, Charles went downstairs for breakfast, which was pizza and milk as usual, and the milk had to be finished.
The difference was that Camille made an extra piece and put it in a paper box for Charles to take away.
"Take it with you. You don't know when you will be able to come back next time." Camille looked at Charles reluctantly.
"Don't worry, Mom." Charles comforted her, "I will try my best to take leave."
When he turned around and opened the door, Charles was stunned. He didn't know when the door was filled with people, all of them were neighbors nearby.
Camille knew this in advance. With pride and satisfaction in her eyes, she smiled at Charles and explained, "They insisted on coming to see you off. You saved many lives."
Aunt Oses came forward, holding her son's hand. The latter was wearing a military uniform but had a bandage on his eyes. He stepped forward cautiously.
"Thank you, Charles." Aunt Osses held Charles' hand and trembled with excitement: "They found Gabriel on the battlefield. Fortunately, you were there to stop the Germans."
Gabriel, who was blind, stood in front of Charles under the guidance of the aunt, and saluted: "General, 172nd Infantry Regiment, 43rd Division!"
Ciel returned the greeting and patted his shoulder.
Then Uncle Anatole stepped forward and shook hands with Charles, saying gratefully: "My son Bertrand was wounded and captured by the Germans. He thought he would never come back alive, but he was rescued by your men. It was your troops, Charles, on the Claude Line!"
After hearing this, Charles remembered that when the 105th Infantry Regiment broke through the German second line of defense and accidentally seized one of its supply transfer stations, it had indeed rescued a group of prisoners.
But at that time, everyone's attention was focused on how many lieutenant generals and major generals were captured and how much supplies were seized, and no one cared about the prisoners who were rescued.
"You're welcome, Uncle Anatole." Charles answered mechanically, "This is what I should do.
Then came Mannion, César, Chrétien... They all received Charles' favor for various reasons.
Ciel responded while calling their names affectionately.
At this moment, Charles suddenly truly experienced the two worlds of France: one is maintained by emotions, and the other is maintained by capital and interests.
They do exist, and although the boundaries are invisible, they are clearly distinguished.
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At the Paris Defense Headquarters, Gallieni was signing a document while asking Charles standing in front of him, "I heard that Saint-Etienne produced a light machine gun. Was it your invention?"
"Yes." Charles did not deny: "It is called the 'Saint-Etienne 2' model."
"How does it compare to the Chauchat?" Gallieni raised his eyes without stopping his work.
"I am not sure, General," Charles replied. "It should be tested in the field."
Gallieni said "hmm", stopped what he was doing and looked at Charles meaningfully.
He actually knew what Charles was planning, but he just didn't say it out loud.
"Next time," Gallieni hinted, "you'd better invent it earlier, or at least warn the military."
You guy, the military has placed a large order for "Chaosa", and even if you return the goods, you will lose a lot of deposit.
Charles stepped forward and answered, "Yes, General."
But the smile on his face clearly told Gallieni: "Sorry, General. This is business. I will do it again next time."
Gallieni shook his head slightly, as if he could do nothing about Charles.
He took out a document from the drawer and threw it in front of Charles: "We just received intelligence that the Germans seem to have developed a new tank. The people from the Second Bureau took a few photos."
Charles hurriedly picked up the document and opened it with anticipation. He also wanted to know what the Germans' new tanks looked like. Although the "Lady in White" had obtained some intelligence, she had no photos.
But Charles was disappointed; the tank was parked on a flatbed train and covered with canvas, so no details could be captured.
However, Charles was able to glean some information from the comparison of the train's length and width: "It's a light tank, about the same size as the 'Charr A1'. It's very likely that it was copied by the Germans."
"That's what I thought." Gallieni nodded. "Now there's a question. How should we deal with this tank? Should we use the 'Char A1' directly, or something else?"
After a pause, Gallieni added: "Foch is considering the German idea, anti-tank rifles. He thinks this can be used to deal with light tanks. What do you think?"
Charles looked at Gallieni in astonishment.
When it came to Foch, Charles knew that this was probably the way Joffre hoped to find victory from Charles.
No one knows tanks better than Charles. Charles was not only the inventor and promoter of tanks, but also the one who commanded these tanks to win victory on the battlefield again and again.
Now, Joffre knew that the Germans had a new type of tank, and he, who lacked confidence, hoped to obtain some useful information from Charles to help him win this battle, a battle that "can only be won and not lost."
"What's the problem?" Gallieni asked in confusion when he saw Charles' strange expression.
Charles then realized that Gallieni did not know the truth and that their attack plan was aimed at Gallieni.
It is very likely that Joffre packaged "anti-tank" as an academic issue, for example, it was a precautionary measure for future wars.
"Nothing." Charles spoke honestly, "I don't think we should develop anti-tank rifles. Because at present, anti-tank rifles may still be somewhat useful, but with the development of technology, tank armor will inevitably become thicker and thicker, and anti-tank rifles will eventually be eliminated."
This is determined by the armor-piercing ability of the anti-tank rifle. 25MM steel plate is almost its limit. If you want to improve the armor-piercing ability further, the recoil will not be something the soldiers can bear.
"The 37 gun is a good alternative," said Charles. "Its armor-piercing capability is obviously better than that of the anti-tank rifle, and it has greater room for development."
Charles gave Joffre a difficult question:
Want to win? Buy my artillery!
(End of this chapter)
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