Chapter 164 Celebrating the Triumph
The continuous drizzle continued to fall tirelessly, and the small town of Darvaz was not as quiet as usual. People were busy on the streets of the town with umbrellas and raincoats.
Today was the Shire's holiday, and they wanted to be ready for the welcome more than half an hour in advance.
This was the mayor's idea. He believed that Paris had organized welcoming ceremonies for Charles time and time again, and the small town of Darvoise, as Charles' hometown, should hold a bigger one for him... Bigger seemed unrealistic, but at least it could be more grand and more enthusiastic.
However, before they were ready, Charles' car suddenly arrived unexpectedly.
This caused chaos at the scene, with neighbors cheering in panic. The person responsible for scattering flower petals had not yet climbed to the roof as cars had already passed by, and several tables were tripped by the chasing crowd.
But the crowd still came up in groups and tried to give flowers to Charles, and the guards hurriedly blocked them on both sides.
"What are they doing?" Charles in the car waved back and asked in confusion.
"They are celebrating your triumph, Lieutenant!" Laurent said, "But you arrived half an hour earlier than usual today, which disrupted their plans!"
Charles felt a little helpless.
He had deliberately set out half an hour early, or sneaked out through the back door of the headquarters, otherwise he would have been surrounded by crowds and reporters, and his car would have been filled with flowers.
The car stopped at the doorstep. There were more guards here, and a whole patrol team was used to maintain order, but it still couldn't stop people's enthusiasm. They shouted and cheered at Charles almost crazily.
Djokovic and Camille stood at the door with helplessness in their eyes, and it was obvious that they didn't need to do this.
When Charles got off the bus, he saw Teddy and other classmates, both boys and girls. They should all be there, waving flowers in their hands with fiery light in their eyes.
This was specially arranged by the mayor. He gathered all of Charles' classmates at the doorstep. He thought this would attract Charles' attention.
The mayor succeeded, and Charles had to respond to his classmates' enthusiasm. He stepped forward to shake hands with each of them, thanked them, and took the flowers. Soon he couldn't hold them all, so he had to give some to Laurent first.
Flowers were still handed to Charles one after another, along with the blessings from his classmates:
"Congratulations, Charles, you're awesome!"
"You taught those invaders a lesson!"
"You are our role model, Ciel!"
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Some classmates even waved the conscription order at Charles: "Charles, I will report the day after tomorrow. I want to be a hero like you!"
Charles smiled back, but felt a surge of pity in his heart.
His name is Michael. He is one year older than Charles and is of conscription age. He is one of the best students in the class, but now he has to go to the battlefield with a rifle. The most terrifying thing is that he still fantasizes about becoming a hero like Charles...
One day, when they fell on the cold battlefield, covering their wounds, their comrades stepped over them and attacked the enemy's position. In the end, all that accompanied them were pain, despair and rain from the sky. It was getting colder and colder, and their consciousness was gradually blurring... At that time, they would definitely hate Charles, who had given them hope.
Suddenly, a strong hand held Charles, and behind the flowers appeared an adult face with a scruffy beard. He said to Charles anxiously: "I need to talk to you, Charles, my name is Kobdo..."
Charles was startled and tried to pull his hand away but he was held tightly.
"I have no ill intentions, I just have an idea!" He spoke faster with pleading eyes: "It only takes a few minutes, please..."
Laurent recognized that he was a reporter from Le Matin and immediately ordered the guards to carry him away.
Charles sighed in his heart, do reporters need to put in this kind of effort now?
But Charles didn't take it too seriously. He waved goodbye to the rest of his classmates and quickly ended the social event. Then he turned around and walked into the house amid their envious looks and shouts.
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At the dining table, Djokovic looked out the window at the neighbors who were reluctant to leave, shook his head and said, "I feel like we've become stars too!"
"Yes!" Camille brought the apple puff pastry to the table and complained, "Reporters are asking questions all day long. They even want to know what color Charles likes and what kind of fruit he eats!"
But Charles saw a proud smile on her face.
Djokovic raised his eyebrows and whispered as Camille returned to the kitchen, "In fact, your mother likes to tell people about your childhood. She can talk for hours and scare away all the reporters!"
Charles stopped what he was doing and looked at Djoka with horror.
Deyoka knew what Charles was worried about, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, she didn't tell you about wetting the bed when you were twelve!"
Charles was a little embarrassed. For some reason, the news reached the school and became a joke among his classmates. Would his classmates tell the reporters about it? As a public figure, he had no privacy at all. Charles experienced this kind of distress.
Djokovic changed the subject at the right time: "So, we have an insider in the factory?"
Dejoka learned about the Battle of La Fox from the newspaper. If Charles took great pains to deceive everyone and then deceived the Germans through "everyone", it means that there are no secrets anywhere, including in the factory.
"Yes!" Charles nodded slightly. He picked up a piece of apple crisp, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it impatiently. He then grabbed the cup and took a sip of milk.
He hadn't even had time to drink water since he got up in the morning. He was thirsty and hungry. He suddenly felt that Camille's cooking skills were quite good.
Deyoka frowned: "We have recruited too many workers from Francis' factory. It is normal that there are a few workers who were bribed by him. The problem is..."
Djokovic shook his head in embarrassment: "Unless there is solid evidence, I can't do anything to them."
Ciel nodded to show that he understood.
If Deyoka fired them casually or interrogated the workers like prisoners, it would undoubtedly affect morale and cause dissatisfaction among the workers. Then a strike would occur, and the workers might even be driven to Francis' factory.
"So, how do we find these people?" Djokovic asked.
"We don't need to find them out." Charles stuffed food in his mouth and answered vaguely: "We just need to isolate the train station and ask them to send more carriages over!"
Djokovic said "Oh" and understood.
As long as no one, including the porters, knows what is being transported on the train, there is no point in finding the inside track.
The method is what Charles said, "Send more carriages over."
As soon as the goods are produced, they are moved into the carriages and sealed. When the train arrives, the carriages are dragged out of the warehouse and temporarily hung on the train... In this way, except for a few people who directly manage the carriages, no one else knows what is hung on the train.
(End of this chapter)
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