Chapter 787 Business Plan
Djokovic didn't understand what Charles did.
When Charles returned to Darvaz and handed Djokovic a list of acquisitions, he almost scared him.
"Charles." Dejoka glanced at the full list, looked at Charles in confusion, and asked with difficulty: "Are you sure you want to buy all of these?"
Charles nodded affirmatively.
"But this is too risky." Djokovic flipped through the list:
"Electricity, construction, cement, and the telephone and telegraph companies."
"I have to remind you that it's a good thing that you want to expand your business, but you can't be so hasty."
“There are many industries that we don’t understand, and in fact, we know nothing about.”
Charles was very determined: "I know, father, but we have to buy it. Not only must we buy it, but we must continue to invest money."
Djokovic was stunned: "Which one?"
Ciel replied: "All of them!"
"But, this is impossible." Djokovic looked incredulous. He shook the list and said, "Even if we acquire a number of existing companies, we cannot compete with rivals that have been operating for decades in terms of technology. We are not omnipotent."
"We can surpass them." Charles was very confident.
"Why?" Djokovic was puzzled.
"It is my power to decide who to give the order to," Charles replied.
Djokovic instantly understood what Charles meant.
The Shire must know something, or be building something in the future.
The companies he is acquiring now are just preparations for the future.
If these companies can continue to obtain orders from the country, perhaps this is true, and even industry talents will be attracted to these companies.
After all, these companies can receive orders and have work to do, while other companies that cannot receive orders can only survive or even go bankrupt.
Thinking of this, Djokovic stopped asking questions. Perhaps it would be better for him not to know some things.
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After everything was arranged, Charles went to the city defense headquarters.
It was past eight o'clock in the evening when Charles arrived in Paris. It was pitch dark all around, with only the lights on in Gallieni's lounge.
Gallieni had been busy with the "Paris Cannon" incident during the day, and exhausted, he planned to sort out the losses and then go to rest.
He wasn't surprised to see Ciel come in.
"You're here at last," he said.
Charles hummed. "I hope you won't be too anxious about the 'Paris Cannon,' General."
"That's it?" Gallieni lowered his pince-nez and glared at Charles with his eyes rolled up.
"Yes." Charles put the basket of apples he brought on the table and avoided Gallieni's gaze. "You have just recovered from your injury. You shouldn't worry about these things."
Gallieni smiled and said, "Or, were all the things you told me before lies?"
Charles turned his head and looked at Gallieni in confusion: "I thought there was no flaw. How did you see that?"
"You are indeed flawless." Gallieni pushed the document in his hand aside, "But you underestimated your own ability."
"What?" Charles was puzzled.
Gallieni narrowed his eyes:
"I have known you for nearly two years, Lieutenant General, and I have watched you get to where you are today."
"I've never seen Charles stumped by a problem, nor have I ever seen Charles panic."
"You're overacting. You should at least give a similar solution!"
Charles was speechless, because this old guy knew his own strength.
"Tell me!" Gallieni closed his pen, took off his pince-nez and put them aside. "What do you think you can do about this?"
"There's nothing I can do." Charles' answer was simple.
Gallieni's face turned cold. Is this little guy going to rebel?
"I'm telling the truth, General." Charles explained hastily, "I mean, we don't need to worry about this."
"Why?" Gallieni asked doubtfully.
"Because it's expensive." Charles pulled up a chair and sat across from Gallieni. "My intelligence officer got the news that the Germans produced a total of nine of these cannons, but only about three could fire at the same time. The others needed maintenance or rotation maintenance, or they were sent to the factory for expansion."
This is information that Ciel knows in modern times, but he can certainly attribute the source of the information to the "Lady in White".
Gallieni breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this: "So, this kind of cannon will never be able to be mass-produced. At most, it will be like what it is now, or even less?"
"Yes." Charles nodded.
Then Gallieni frowned again: "But why don't you tell everyone the truth? What's the plan?"
"Of course." Charles hesitated for a moment: "But it's not a military plan, it's a business plan..."
"What?" Gallieni seemed really angry. "You mean you did this to make money?"
"I guess so." Charles nodded.
"You..." Gallieni was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time. He pointed his finger in the air:
"Do you realize how much of an impact this has?"
"Everyone is living in fear. Paris is in chaos. Refugees are crowding the bus station."
“Not to mention cars, even horse-drawn carriages were filled with men, women and children leaving the capital.”
"And you tell me that all this is about making money?"
Ciel calmly replied: "It's for making money, but it's also for the benefit of the citizens."
"That won't work either. These can't be excuses." Gallieni's voice was full of anger: "You should announce what you know tomorrow. No, you should do it now..."
Suddenly, Gallieni reacted and looked at Charles in confusion: "What did you say? For the benefit of the citizens?"
"Yes." Charles nodded. "You know what the situation was like in France before the war. The lifeblood of the country was in the hands of the big capitalists. They used these to continuously reap the wealth of citizens and even influence national decisions. The parliament, the army, and the government were full of their people."
During the war, these capitalists dared not do anything because the citizens were united against the outside world, and anyone who dared to interfere would be considered "endangering national security" and "treason."
But once peace comes, they can do whatever they want within the framework of the law.
Gallieni understood: "You want to take back these vital industries from the capitalists?"
"Yes."
Gallieni's expression eased a little, but after thinking for a while, he asked thoughtfully: "But if you succeed, it means that all power will be concentrated in your hands, which is tantamount to de facto dictatorship..."
Charles did not deny it: "I think this is better than a bunch of idiots running the country, don't you think?"
Gallieni was silent.
He believed in the Charles, but not in dictatorship.
However, he believed that at least during the war, the Charles's approach was correct and that Parliament was always dragging its feet.
(End of this chapter)
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