Chapter 357: If You Don’t Sell, You Will Explode
James also has a VIP reception room on the second floor, which is luxuriously decorated and equipped with high-end red wine, cigars, fruits, snacks, etc.
Djokovic was arranged to stay in the VIP reception room. He seemed a little nervous. He sat on the sofa with his whole body tense, looking around him awkwardly, not daring to touch anything.
As a commoner, he once looked up to James and regarded him as an idol. James is a height that Dejoka can never reach in his life, and he can even be said to be from a different world.
But now, Djokovic is sitting in the VIP room waiting to meet James and discuss business face to face.
Everything seemed like a dream, and Djokovic sometimes couldn't believe it was real.
Suddenly, Deyoka heard footsteps outside the door. He hurriedly stood up to greet them, and hesitantly adjusted his suit, which he bought for this meeting and cost more than 1,500 francs.
With a crisp sound of the door being pushed open, James walked in quickly. He took the initiative to shake hands with a smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Dejoka, I have heard of your name for a long time. It's great to see you here!"
"Hello, Mr. James." Djokovic responded nervously, with a hint of apology in his eyes: "I hope my visit will not disturb you."
"No, no, of course not." James asked Djoka to sit on the sofa and joked, "You came at the right time. I was just thinking about how to end that boring meeting."
James raised his head towards the bar on the right and asked, "Coffee? Or some red wine?"
“Coffee, thank you!”
Paulina quickly served them both coffee and sugar cubes, and the room was instantly filled with rich aroma.
James leaned on the sofa and took a sip of coffee, then raised his cup towards Djokovic: "I envy you, Mr. Djokovic, you have an excellent son!"
This is the truth, James' sons are either idle rich second-generations or "factory managers", and these are more for the purpose of showing off in front of James in order to become heirs.
Originally, James thought that there were one or two outstanding people among them, but compared with Charles, they were no different from beggars on the street.
"Yes." Djokovic did not deny it. He showed a proud smile on his face: "He is indeed very good, far beyond my imagination."
Then he remembered something and explained his purpose: "I came here for your three steel mills in the Northeast, Mr. James."
"The steel mills in the Northeast?" James looked at Dejoka with interest: "But they are under the control of the Germans."
"I know." Djokovic replied, "I hope to buy them. What price do you think is appropriate..."
James smiled and shook his head. "If that's what you came here for, then I'm sorry, I may disappoint you. They are not for sale!"
James knew what Charles was thinking. He thought that he would buy the steel mills at a low price while they were still in the hands of the Germans, and then take them into his possession when the French army recovered the lost territory.
There's no such thing as a cheap deal.
James wouldn't be short of this little money, he would rather let these steel mills rot in his hands!
But Djokovic's tone was firm: "No, you will sell it. I hope you will seriously consider it."
James' face darkened, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. No one could threaten him, including Charles.
But James didn't say anything. Djokovic must have his reasons for saying that, or to be more precise, it was Charles who had his reasons.
What is the reason?
"No!" James thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "You can reply to Charles like this, I believe he can lead the Allied forces to victory and help me recapture these steel mills. I have great confidence in him!"
"Me too, Mr. James." Djokovic stood up, shook hands with James and said goodbye, feeling much more relaxed.
Djokovic found that James was just so-so and he was always one step slower than Charles.
If you regard James as an idol, you might as well regard Charles as an idol, even though he is your son.
Looking at Djoka's leaving back, James still couldn't figure out the mystery in his mind.
What can Charles do with those factories?
How could he force himself to sell them?
No, impossible!
Selling the steel mills was equivalent to removing all constraints on Shire, including the pressure on Wells.
Therefore, I will not sell it under any circumstances unless I am crazy!
However, Schneider still failed to consider one situation.
…
At the Paris Defense Headquarters, Charles submitted a battle plan to Gallieni.
"What is this?" Gallieni opened it and flipped through it.
"It's the bombing plan for the next month." Charles replied: "We already have more than a hundred bombers, and the number is still increasing. I don't think they should be used just to bomb enemy airports. The Germans are already prepared."
Gallieni hummed, "They have deployed various artillery and machine guns around the airport, and are trying to increase the speed of their aircraft so that they can catch up with our bombers."
"So, I plan to turn my attention to the steel plant." Charles said confidently.
"Steel mills?" Gallieni was stunned, then nodded slightly: "That makes sense. The steel mills are producing steel for the Germans, and then they will be transformed into rifles, machine guns, bullets and tanks that shoot at us!"
"Yes." Charles nodded at the document. "There are detailed information about several steel mills at the beginning. With them, the Germans don't even need to transport supplies from their own country. They use the steel mills and open several arsenals in the northeast, which meets most of their needs on the Western Front."
This is true, the information comes from the "Lady in White".
If the French government did not believe it and sent spies from the "Second Bureau" to investigate, they would get the same result.
Gallieni turned to the beginning and nodded slightly:
"The plan is fine, but..."
"The workers in the steel mill are mostly French. How can you avoid their casualties?"
"Also, although these steel mills are under German control, they are still the property of the capitalists, so doing this may cause some trouble."
Charles had already thought of a countermeasure. He answered calmly: "We can drop leaflets before the bombing so that the workers can hide. This is all we can do. After all, this is a war."
Gallieni sighed lightly, but nodded in agreement with Charles.
If the Germans did not bomb for fear of accidental casualties, they could simply capture a few Frenchmen to fight alongside them.
If you have too many concerns and are restricted in fighting, it is better to surrender directly.
"As for the capitalists," Charles continued, "what does their property matter if the lives of the French workers are sacrificed?"
Gallieni understood instantly.
If the capitalists dare to resist, they will have to prepare themselves for the wrath of the French people!
(End of this chapter)
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