Chapter 1041 Finale
Time flies, and by 1931 Charles was already thirty years old.
He stood beside the flower beds in Oss Park in the autumn breeze, looking down at Darwaz below.
After more than ten years of development, the small town of Darvoise has become the technological and financial center of France.
The small houses and factories with smokestacks have long since disappeared.
The residential area has been transformed into villas with gardens and garages. The factory has been moved to the vicinity of the tank base in the 12th arrondissement of Paris, and the original factory buildings have been transformed into high-rise buildings.
This is an inevitable process of urbanization.
Periods of rapid industrial development are inevitably accompanied by pollution.
When the industry develops to a certain level and accumulates the top talents in the country and even the world, it will undergo a "quantitative change to qualitative change", and industrial towns will also complete a magnificent transformation into beautiful scientific research bases.
This is actually a kind of division of labor.
When there are enough talents to take on the responsibility of being the "brain" of the whole country, it no longer needs to do the work of "hands" and "feet". All it does is design, develop, and continuously launch newer, better, and more sci-fi equipment and products.
In particular, the team headed by Professor Fossenden has entered the era of microcomputers in the research and development of computers. They are ready to make this "luxury" that is currently only available to scientists and advanced laboratories cheaper, more common, and more accessible to the general public, making it an ordinary household appliance that everyone can own.
Many people objected to this, including Professor Versenden.
"This idea is crazy." Professor Versenden was amazed.
"Not that many people will need computers, General. Most of those who will use them are academics."
"Or highly educated and high-quality talents such as data analysts."
"But there are very few such talents. This means that even if we produce this 'microcomputer', not many people will buy it. This does not conform to market laws and is an investment with disproportionate returns."
But Charles insisted on his point of view. He spent a lot of money and almost gave an "order" to force Professor Fossenden's team to develop in this direction.
Ciel understood that this was not just about making money.
It does make a lot of money, but at this height in the Shire money doesn't matter.
More importantly, it has led the third industrial revolution.
At this time, if France could seize this "opportunity", it could defeat the United States in finance, economy, and even industry.
Coupled with the strength of France's military and military industry and a group of younger brothers recruited by the "League of Nations", the position of "number one in the world" will be as solid as a rock.
At the same time, Charles did more than that.
He never forgot his own identity, nor the historical humiliation and suffering, and therefore used the "League of Nations" to restrict and suppress Neon, especially in energy.
Without energy, wild beasts would not have sharp claws and ferocious fangs, Charles thought. Their tanks, warships, planes, and even cars would not be able to move, and of course they would not be able to invade other countries.
There was cheerful laughter around me.
Lucia was chasing a boy of about seven or eight years old on the grass.
The boy ran excitedly, his slender white ankles brushing against the rose bushes, startling a few butterflies.
Lucia dodged skillfully and always got away in time when the boy was about to catch up with her.
Suddenly, the boy made a fake move and turned back halfway. He successfully deceived Lucia, and fell into Lucia's arms with a giggle. The two of them fell into the cloud of dandelions.
"Father!" The boy waved proudly at Charles, "I caught Mom!"
Ciel walked forward slowly with a smile on his face.
He is only in his thirties and has achieved all his goals in life, which inevitably makes him feel bored sometimes.
Looking back, I realized that the simplest happiness is the small family around me.
When Charles approached, the boy had already turned his interest to a colorful beetle and picked up a twig to tease it.
Lucia's face was filled with happiness. When Charles sat down beside her, she sat up straight and asked half-jokingly, "What are you thinking about? I want to know, what else is there that is worth worrying about now?"
"Of course," Charles replied, "I was wondering if I should tell you the truth."
"What?" Lucia was a little surprised.
Charles plucked a blade of grass and put it in his mouth:
"What if I tell you this is all a hoax?"
"I'm talking about the French spirit, and the so-called 'liberty', 'equality', and 'fraternity'."
"I'm not as great as you think, Lucia."
He couldn't stand the adoration in Lucia's eyes. She looked at Charles as if he were looking at God.
"I know." Lucia smiled slightly: "Everything is because of profit, right?"
This time it was Charles' turn to be surprised. He looked at Lucia in astonishment: "You knew?"
"Of course." Lucia nodded gently: "Have you forgotten what I do?"
"When did you find out?"
"I knew it from the beginning." Lucia shrugged. "But it doesn't matter, Ciel."
"Isn't this important?" Charles was a little confused.
Lucia turned her gaze to the scenery below, looking at the tall buildings that had connected into one and stretched all the way to Paris.
"Look at this." Lucia said proudly:
"This is the world you created, Ciel. The 'French spirit' you spoke of may not be true, but people believe it."
"They therefore worked hard and brought France to prosperity."
"And peace in this world. We haven't had a war in over a decade. People respect each other and resolve disputes within the framework of the 'League of Nations.'"
“Isn’t this the French spirit?”
"You may be doing this for profit, for the benefit of France, but you have brought the most authentic 'French spirit' to the world!"
Ciel understood.
In the end, the only person who doesn't believe in the "French spirit" may be myself, the one who proposed and organized the framework.
Just as he was thinking, Lucia looked at the sky and reminded him, "We should go back. You didn't forget to mention that Gianni invited us to dinner, right?"
Charles said "Oh", he really forgot about it.
That's because Tijani replaced Gallieni as Minister of War, and Darlan was appointed Minister of the Navy, both of whom were Charles's men.
The 84-year-old Gallieni can finally go home to retire. It is said that he was attracted by the scenery of Darvaz and bought a villa here, which "happened" to be next to Charles' residence.
"Okay." Charles stood up and brushed off the weeds that were stuck to his body.
At this moment, Major General Laurent hurriedly walked up to Charles with a telegram in his hand: "General, our military base in Djibouti was attacked by Japan. The Third Fleet suffered heavy losses, with over 3,000 casualties and two battleships sunk!"
"What?"
Ciel and Lucia exclaimed in unison.
The shadow of war once again looms over France!
(End of this chapter)
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