Chapter 141 Mechanic
When Charles found Matthew, he was sitting on a chair with a pair of crutches folded together against the corner. On the table in front of him was a motorcycle wheel, and he was threading the spokes into it one by one.
Matthew saw Charles coming in, raised his stained face and smiled: "Hey, Charles, Mr. Deyoka, it's great to see you!"
Djokovic stepped forward and asked, "Can you adapt to the work here?"
Matthew waved his hand around and said, "That's great, Mr. Deyoka. I'm even in charge of this place! We can earn 50 centimes a day, which is close to the wages of workers. What else can we be dissatisfied with?"
Charles didn't waste time talking to him and said directly: "Pick up your crutches and follow me!"
"Where are you going?" Matthew asked doubtfully.
"Your father wishes to see you, and has something to tell you," replied Charles.
Matthew looked incredulous. At this time?
But Matthew said nothing. He took the crutches from the side and followed behind the two men. He joked with Charles as he walked: "I heard that you gave the Germans a good lesson in Ypres again? I think they will tremble with fear when they hear your name from now on."
"Just luck!" Charles replied.
He didn't want to say too much about this, as war could easily evoke unpleasant associations.
Matthew seemed to understand what Charles meant. He smiled and stopped talking.
The welfare home is located between the motorcycle factory and the tractor factory. This is to make it more convenient for the two factories to transport the parts that can be processed to the welfare home and then transport them back after completion.
It didn't take long for Charles and his companions to enter the tractor factory.
Matthew's eyes were instantly drawn to a behemoth: a huge diamond-shaped body, tracks surrounding the entire body, and machine gun muzzles protruding from both sides.
At this moment, Matthew even forgot the purpose of coming here. He couldn't help but walk around it half a circle with his crutches. With shock in his eyes, he turned his head and asked Charles: "Is this a tank? The new type of tank you developed? You are amazing, Charles, it's amazing..."
"No, Matthew!" Joseph came out from the other side of the tank. "This is your tank!"
"What...what?" Matthew looked at Joseph in confusion.
"Charles is going to hire you as a mechanic!" Joseph waved his hand towards the tank: "Now, it's yours!"
"But... my legs!" Matthew turned around and looked at Charles with a questioning look.
"You don't need to use your legs to repair the car or replace parts?" Charles asked, "Unless you don't even have the strength to climb onto this tank!"
Matthew laughed like a fool, but soon the smile disappeared, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his tone was full of helplessness: "I can't step on the accelerator and clutch, Charles, if I can't test the car, I can't repair it!"
"Why don't you try it?" said Charles.
Matthew looked at Charles in confusion, then put down his crutches and tried to climb up. Joseph wanted to go forward to help but was stopped by Charles.
Matthew doesn't need help, he needs to do everything on his own!
Finally, Matthew got into the tank with difficulty and sat in the driver's seat. He looked down and excitedly opened the hatch, stuck half of his head out and shouted to the outside: "You actually thought of extending them to the left foot? I can drive with my left foot... Great, Charles! Great!"
It's not complicated, just an extension bar, which allows Matthew to drive with his left foot.
When you actually use it or someone else is testing the car, just remove the extension rod.
The other crew members entered the tank one after another, and it started with a "rumble", and then a "clatter".
Looking at the "Mark 1" turning around in the test track like a fish returning to the sea, Charles felt that Matthew had regained his energy. He seemed to hear Matthew cheering loudly in the tank!
"Thank you, Master Charles!" Joseph looked at Charles, his eyes reddened and his voice choked with sobs: "You saved Matthew again!"
"No, Joseph!" replied Charles. "I couldn't find a better mechanic than Matthew!"
This is the truth. Matthew has been hanging out in a tractor factory since he was a child. He played with tractor parts as toys before going to school. No one knows tractors better than him.
And today's tanks are actually not much different from tractors!
Hopefully Matthew won't be content with the status quo and remain at the tractor level, otherwise Charles will have to fire him soon.
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At Brad Manor, it was a light autumn night with a drizzle.
Francis once again urgently summoned a few people for a secret talk here.
Armand was quite dissatisfied with Francis's choice of an inappropriate time, which disrupted his plan for a nighttime "party". He lit a cigar in annoyance and complained: "Everything has been settled. What are you still worrying about? Next time, let's see the time!"
Francis didn't explain. He took out a few photos from his underwear and threw them on the table.
Armand and Grevi picked up the photo and looked at it, with strange expressions on their faces.
"What is this?" Armand waved the photo towards Francis.
Before Francis could speak, Grevy said sternly, "It's a tank. Charles' tank!"
Armand took a closer look at the photo and laughed: "I can't see the gun barrel. It really doesn't have a gun!"
Then Armand looked around and asked in confusion: "Where is Colonel Estiny? Didn't he come? Or didn't we contact him?"
This is the time for him to come out and analyze the performance of this tank.
Grevy replied: "I contacted him and heard that he took a vacation and traveled with his family!"
Armand showed an understanding smile on his face: "After all, he just made 50,000 francs, enough for him to have fun for a while!"
He threw the photo back onto the table, turned his gaze to Francis, and said with a hint of disdain: "So, do you think this tank without a gun will pose a threat to our tanks?"
"I'm not sure, Mr. Armand!" Francis met Armand's gaze: "Although I don't believe it will pose a threat to us, Charles has already put it into mass production!"
"Mass production?" Armand had no idea what Francis was referring to.
Francis could only explain more clearly: "If his tanks are not effective at all, why would he mass-produce them? Even if the cost is 2,000 francs per tank, 100 tanks will cost 200,000 francs. Do you think Charles would do business at a loss?"
Francis shook his head affirmatively and continued, "No, he has never done a business at a loss, so this matter is not that simple!"
Grevy kept his eyes fixed on the photo, listening quietly to Francis' analysis, and then concluded: "There is only one possibility. Charles believes that our tanks cannot win, but his tanks can!"
Armand thought Grevi was joking, but when he saw Grevi's serious face, he became cautious.
Francis' face changed drastically. He had already invested all his funds in the production of new tanks. If it was true as Grevy said, the order for 400 tanks might be interrupted and there would be no follow-up orders...
This is like adding insult to injury for Francis!
(End of this chapter)
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