I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France

Dinner was white bean stewed with beef, which used to be Charles' favorite, but now Charles just thinks it's ordinary. He thinks it should be added with peppercorns, chili peppers, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce...

Mom Camille was humming a song while cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

Dyoka chewed the beef and said to Charles with emotion:

"Your mother has never been so happy as she is now!"

Camille brought a plate of fruit and put it on the table, and then sat between the two of them with her own stewed beef, and said proudly:

"Shouldn't we be happy? Our Charles has become a hero!"

Dyoka's eyes flashed with a smile, and he looked at Charles:

"I'm a little curious, Charles, how did you think of that thing called a tank?"

"It's very simple!" Charles answered while dealing with the food on the plate: "I just hope there is something to block the bullets in front, and we happen to have a tractor, so I thought of doing this!"

Dyoka nodded slightly. It sounds simple, but every new thing is in the unknown darkness before it is invented, so this is not simple.

Camille touched Charles' head lovingly: "Charles is a genius, only he can think of it!"

At this moment, she only had eyes for Charles.

She felt that the whole world had changed. The exclusion of the Bernard family, the cold eyes of the town residents, and the bitterness of being caught in the middle were only understood by her.

Now, all of this is gone!

It's all because of Charles, her son!

Djoka thought of a problem, and he said to Camille: "Tomorrow we should go to see our father..."

Camille nodded very straightforwardly: "Of course!"

In Camille's view, Charles has made such a great contribution, Francis should undoubtedly recognize Charles and even recognize their family, and even be relieved to hand over the tractor factory to Charles.

But there was a trace of worry in Dejoka's eyes. He knew his father. His father was a man with a strong desire for control and self-esteem. He enjoyed the feeling of being held high and praised. He didn't like people and things that were not controlled, and he didn't like anyone to surpass him, especially family members.

Charles is indeed excellent, but he is too excellent. His current popularity has overshadowed Francis, which is not a good thing!

Charles seemed to see through Deyoka's thoughts. He comforted him: "Don't worry, father! Before going to see Mr. Francis, I think we should go to Paris first!"

"Paris?" Deyoka was confused, but he soon understood and nodded slightly to agree.

...

The Paris City Hall building is located on the banks of the Seine River north of Notre Dame in the center of Paris.

The original building was burned down in the war during the Paris Commune Revolution in 1871. The current building was rebuilt and completed in 1882.

The building retains the style of the European Renaissance, with a flat-top pyramidal roof in a staggered manner. There are 136 statues on the walls of the building, all of which are famous people from all dynasties in France.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Dejoka and Charles walked into the office area. People were coming and going in the huge office, and the noise of telephones and typewriters was heard one after another. Some people seemed to be arguing with employees over tax issues.

In contrast, the window for handling industrial property rights was quite deserted.

"Industrial property rights" is the modern "invention patent". Most inventions in this period were brought about by industrial production. In order to distinguish it from literary and artistic property rights (copyright), "industrial property rights" were established.

Behind the window sat a middle-aged Mediterranean uncle. He wore glasses and sat on a chair with his legs crossed. He read "Little Daily" while leisurely drinking coffee, and a lewd smile appeared on his face from time to time.

Those who understand understand.

"Little Daily" was called "a newspaper of one sou" in France at that time, that is, "a penny newspaper". In order to attract the middle and lower classes of society to read, these newspapers often published vulgar and soft articles.

"Hello, sir!" Deyoka leaned over to the window and said politely, "We are here to apply for industrial property rights!"

The Mediterranean uncle glanced at Deyoka, leaned over impatiently, took a form and handed it over, and immediately focused his attention on the newspaper.

Deyoka filled out the form carefully, asking Charles for his opinion from time to time, while the Mediterranean uncle completely ignored the two of them, took a sip of coffee, turned the newspaper over and continued to look for new "highlights".

Charles was surprised to find that the front-page headline of the "Little Daily" was: "Tractor Saved France".

The article also came with a cartoon-style illustration of a tractor converted into a "tank". Although it was inconsistent with the facts, it looked like that.

This was the main reason why the "Little Daily" only needed one Su. It did not require reporters to interview on the spot, but only needed to draw things based on imagination.

Soon the form was filled out. Both Djoka and Charles were not sure whether it was filled out in the right way. They had no experience. Djoka lowered his head and handed the form in through the window, saying:

"Sir, do you think it is appropriate to write it like this?"

The Mediterranean uncle said "hmm", put down his coffee and took the form, still reluctant to put down the newspaper, as if he could do two things at the same time, reviewing the form while reading the newspaper.

However, Charles still underestimated his professional ability. He only glanced at the form and was stunned as if frozen:

"Tank?"

He cast his eyes on Djoka, and then looked at Charles, who was only slightly taller than the bar, with doubt, and asked with difficulty:

"From...Dawaz, Mr. Charles?"

Charles nodded:

"Yes, I am Charles!"

The Mediterranean uncle stood up suddenly, nervously flipped through the newspaper and glanced at the headlines, then hurriedly put down the newspaper, rummaged on the desk for a while before finding a pen and notebook, and at the same time said:

"God! I'm so sorry, Mr. Charles, and this..."

The Mediterranean uncle sets his sights on Djoka.

"Djoka!" Djoka introduced himself with pride on his face: "I am his father!"

Djoka looked at Charles thoughtfully, as if to say, it seems that your matter has spread to Paris.

Charles lightly shrugged. Daroise is only a dozen kilometers away from Paris, and Paris is also the political, economic, and transportation center. If it hasn't reached here within a day, there will only be news that is unnecessary to spread.

"Mr. Djoka!" The Mediterranean uncle walked out of the side door in three steps and two steps at a time. He seemed to have changed his previous casualness and shook hands with Djoka and Charles respectfully and cheerfully. , then stepped aside and gestured towards the VIP room: "This way, gentlemen!"

The VIP room has a sofa, coffee table, safe, and several pots of iris that symbolize light and freedom.

Ciel felt it was ironic. Could it be that only distinguished guests could enjoy the light and freedom? Otherwise, you will only have to face the staff’s stinky face in front of the counter?

The Mediterranean uncle came in after a while, holding two cups of coffee in his hands:

"I have kept you two waiting for a long time. My name is Manuel, and I am honored to handle the industrial property rights for you."

The Mediterranean uncle took out the form filled out by Djoka and carefully placed it on the table: "There is basically nothing wrong with the form, but it is best to publish it in a newspaper to announce the property rights, so that the date can be marked, which will be good evidence in case of any disputes in the future. !”

"Is that it?" Charles was a little surprised. No need to search?

"Yes!" Uncle Mediterranean nodded: "Except for some details!"

Later, Charles learned that France was not responsible for searching industrial property rights at this time. If there was duplication or theft, it could only be resolved through litigation.

That's why Uncle Mediterranean would publish it in the newspaper in order to leave more direct, more powerful evidence that cannot be faked.

The Mediterranean uncle kept chatting with Djoka about details, and Charles had the feeling that he was stalling for time.

Charles's guess was correct. Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing a round-brimmed hat and a suit appeared in a hurry at the door of the VIP room, holding a cane.

"Allow me to introduce you!" Uncle Mediterranean couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the middle-aged man: "This is Mr. Bonnet, the owner of "Little Daily". He wants to talk to you about the purchase of the property rights of "Tank"!"

Djoka's expression changed, and then he realized that he was being deliberately held back by Uncle Mediterranean.

Charles said "Hmm" in his heart, a member of the two hundred families came to the door so quickly!