Chapter 636 Free Market Bidding
Djokovic was also surprised by the number of shots that Charles planned to release.
"Ten thousand," said Charles. "And a permanent supply of ammunition."
"Ten thousand?" Djokovic was stunned. After a while, he said, "Char, the loss is about $10 per cigarette, so ten thousand cigarettes is $100,000."
"It's worth it, father." Ciel replied, "And this is only the first batch. We may be able to provide more in the future depending on the situation."
"Are you sure?" Djokovic swallowed hard.
"Sure." Ciel said firmly.
Deyoka had no choice but to draft a telegram according to Charles's wishes and send it to Joseph.
Charles knew what the situation was like in America.
At this time, the United States was in an era when gangs were prevalent, and the gangs had developed into a large-scale, standardized and even paramilitarized system. Some gangs were so large that they had tens of thousands of people.
(The picture above shows John Morris, a gangster in the United States. He was also a member of Congress. Under the circumstances at that time, gangsters in the United States could often use their popularity to run for senators and achieve the goal of winning both black and white. After Roosevelt came to power, he began to rectify the gangs that were everywhere, and arrested more than 5,000 gang leaders alone.)
These 10,000 Garand rifles were sold to the public at half the price, which would undoubtedly enhance the strength of the gangs. However, the US army had only 130,000 troops, 130,000 of whom were armed with Springfield rifles but had neither light machine guns nor submachine guns.
It is not difficult to imagine that once a fight breaks out, even if the army is sent out, it will be difficult to compete with the gangs equipped with Garand.
By then, will we still need to worry about the US military not equipping itself with the Garand?
Charles could even get gangs and governments to bid on the rifle.
Isn’t it about free competition?
Isn’t it about respecting the market?
Then the highest bidder wins.
That’s right, let’s do it this way, but don’t kneel down and beg me then!
After thinking for a while, Charles added: "Also, share some of the tactics of the Garand rifle with the public, such as the tactics of three rifles taking turns to suppress machine guns. It would be best if we could also share some tactics of alternating firing and coordinated operations."
Djokovic looked confused.
These are tactics used on the battlefield, but Charles wants to share them with the American people. What good will this do?
But Charles shouted in his heart: Godfathers, it’s up to you, you must do your best!
Just as Charles and Djokovic were discussing the development of other equipment further, a phone call came in.
Deyoka picked up the phone and listened for a while. He covered the microphone and turned his eyes to Charles with pride on his face: "It's the guard outside the door. General Winter wants to see you."
Although Deyoka didn't know who General Winter was, the guard told him that he was a vice admiral of the British Navy.
My God, a British vice admiral actually came here to see Charles.
Could it be that the reputation of the Shire has spread to Britain? That's the strongest British Royal Navy in the world!
Djokovic originally thought that Charles would look surprised or flattered, then stand up and walk out quickly to greet him.
Unexpectedly, Charles just replied calmly: "Let him in!"
Dejoka was stunned: "You, this...he is your friend?"
He was worried that Charles's response was too cold and might have neglected the British Royal Navy vice admiral.
The implication of the words was that Charles should be more polite.
However, Ciel still didn't care: "He's not much of a friend. I helped him win a few battles. He must be asking me for help again this time."
Djoka's eyes went dark. The British Royal Navy actually wanted Charles to help fight the war?
Did I hear it wrong?
But what happened next forced Djokovic to believe what Charles said.
General Winter walked in with a smile, holding a gift in his hand, and shook hands with Dejoka enthusiastically:
"Hello, Mr. Deyoka."
"I am Ciel's friend. I hope you don't mind my intrusive visit."
"This is a gift for you, not a token of respect!"
Djoka was at a loss holding the gift box in his hand. He glanced at Charles and only dared to accept it after seeing Charles nod.
After Djokovic left, he opened the watch and found that it was a valuable pocket watch made in Switzerland.
But the point is not the value of the pocket watch. Djokovic doesn't even think highly of this little money at this time.
What’s more important is that the person that Charles interacts with is actually a person of this level, and Charles doesn’t even bother to consider him as a friend.
Djokovic couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Charles now seemed to have reached a level that he could hardly imagine.
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In the office, Charles made a cup of coffee for General Winter as a host and asked coldly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Come on, Charles," General Winter said, "when did we become so strangers?"
"I think it's better to be strangers." Charles sat back in his chair. "Like you said, we each have our own interests. It's hard for me to switch as naturally and smoothly as you to be friends one moment and enemies the next."
"I just keep my public and private affairs separate," General Winter defended himself.
"So," Charles asked, "you are not here for personal reasons today?"
"Of course." General Winter nodded.
He came all the way from London, England, so it certainly wasn't for friendship.
Charles spread his hands.
Isn't that right? Talking about business means you are an opponent, a potential enemy.
General Winter looked helpless: "Well, remember the cipher machine we salvaged from the German submarine in the Dardanelles Strait?"
"Of course." Charles took his coffee and answered leisurely, then paused and asked, "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Yes." General Winter sighed lightly: "The Germans changed the code."
"It's only a matter of time." Charles said calmly, "You should be more secretive, so you can probably use it for another year or two."
Then he seemed to remember something, pretended to be surprised and asked, "You don't hope to stop the German Navy's breakout with the cipher machine, do you?"
General Winter smiled bitterly: "You guessed it right. That is our most powerful reliance. We can know all the plans of the German Navy and even the location of their fleet by deciphering the code through the cipher machine. But now..."
"No wonder you were so confident last time." Ciel gloated, "But I believe the world's strongest navy will definitely find a way to solve it, am I right?"
General Winter could certainly hear the sarcasm in Charles' words, but he didn't care.
If it were someone else, General Winter would have been furious and would even resort to a duel to defend his dignity.
But that was Ciel, and Ciel had the right to mock anyone.
"I'm here to seek cooperation, Charles." General Winter stared at Charles with sincerity: "Just as you said, the cooperation between the British Navy and the French Navy."
Charles continued to play dumb: "Shouldn't you talk to the Minister of the Navy about this?"
"I've talked to him." General Winter shrugged. "He has no opinion. But I know that you are more important!"
(End of this chapter)
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