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

That day, Charles followed Dejoka to the motorcycle factory.

This was Dejoka reminding Charles.

"We have a lot of expenses, Charles!" Dejoka raised the account book to Charles: "The motorcycle factory spent 350,000, and the first payment for the purchase of the tractor production line in the UK cost 200,000. It is not certain whether it will be enough. The field hospital needs an average of 18,000 francs a day, and this is when the volunteers do not receive wages. It will take money to re-operate the motorcycles. If this continues, we will go bankrupt in a short time!"

Charles sighed in his heart, money is really not worth spending!

Although 990,000 francs is a huge sum of money, if you want to create a "conscientious capitalist" persona for yourself to win people's hearts, the money will have to flow out like a river.

This cost may not seem much, only 18,000 francs a day, but it is long-term, and your own assets have not increased, so you have become a waste of money.

"Don't worry, father!" Charles said, "I heard that the motorcycle factory has a backlog of inventory that can't be sold. We can sell a batch first!"

"There is indeed inventory!" Deyoka looked at Charles with uncertainty: "The question is... who will buy motorcycles now?"

Charles didn't explain much. He planned to go to the motorcycle factory first.

The motorcycle factory is next to Francis' tractor factory. It is not as big as the tractor factory. Before the war, it had more than 800 workers and was a medium-sized enterprise.

But it covers a large area, a total of 32 acres, twice the size of the tractor factory, so that Deyoka's car drove for a long time after entering the gate to reach the factory area.

One of the reasons why the motorcycle factory needs such a large space is that during this period, the sale of motorcycles must include training. To do this, there needs to be a large enough space for multiple buyers to learn at the same time, and even various terrains.

Deyoka parked the car near the warehouse.

When getting off the car, Deyoka said: "I think Paul is the right person to manage the motorcycle factory. He is very sociable and his injury is only minor. Your mother and I think he is a very good guy. His social skills may bring sales to the motorcycle factory..."

Paul was a wounded soldier. He helped many wounded soldiers with volunteers in the field hospital and gained a good reputation.

"No, father!" Charles walked along the path between the buildings to the warehouse: "You must beware of Paul. Never let him get close to my factory. When he recovers from his injury, drive him out!"

"Why?" Deyoka quickly followed and asked puzzledly.

Charles answered as he walked: "Did you notice his injury?"

"Yes!" Deyoka walked beside Charles: "He was injured in his hand and lost two fingers, but this does not affect his work. You will not..."

"The index finger and middle finger of the right hand!" Charles emphasized: "Do you think there is such a coincidence? One of these two fingers is used to pull the trigger, and the other is hidden under the rifle, but these two fingers are broken and he cannot fight!"

Deyoka was stunned: "You mean..."

"It's better to break a few fingers than to lose your life, father!" Charles said: "Paul is one of them. He has no courage to face the enemy. At the same time, he is good at disguising himself to make others think he is a good person. He deliberately approaches you to leave a good impression on you!"

Deyoka was stunned. He had never thought about these things. After being reminded by Charles and recalling Paul's previous actions, it seemed to be as Charles said.

But...

How did Charles see it?

Deyoka was puzzled. At this time, the warehouse next door storing scrap parts made a faint sound.

Dejoka made a gesture to Charles, ran over quietly, and pushed the warehouse door open with force.

The people inside seemed to be surprised, stopped what they were doing and looked over here.

When they saw that there was only Dejoka and a child, they relaxed again.

There were two young men and a bald middle-aged uncle.

The bald middle-aged uncle held a hammer in his hand. He raised his head at the two and asked, "Are you here to get something?"

Dejoka understood that they were stealing parts, these shameful thieves.

He was about to step forward to drive these people away, but was stopped by Charles.

"Yes!" Charles stepped forward with interest: "We want to see if there is anything valuable. What are you doing?"

The bald uncle glanced at Charles and answered coldly: "There is nothing valuable here except a pile of scrap metal. All the waste parts are stored here!"

As he said that, he focused his attention on the things in his hand again, knocked carefully with his eyes, and tightened the screws when he saw that it was almost done.

"But you..."

"Uncle Guillaume is different!" A young man answered on his behalf: "He can turn waste into treasure. A discarded part can be repaired by him and become better than the original one, such as this shock absorber!"

Another young man stared at Charles impatiently: "Go find what you need, don't disturb us!"

Charles did not move. He looked at several people and guessed their identities.

This bald uncle named Guillaume should be a worker in the motorcycle factory. He has strong hands and can rub parts by hand, or put the waste parts together to make good parts.

The two young men may be motorcycle buyers or motorcycle enthusiasts. They want to get what Uncle Guillaume has.

Charles was a little puzzled: "Uncle Guillaume, you have such skills, why don't you do it in the factory..."

If the boss takes a fancy to this technology, they will definitely use Guillaume, Charles thought.

Guillaume snorted, and while installing springs on the shock absorber, he answered:

"Give those capitalists ideas for modification or improvement? They say 'this won't work', 'it's a stupid method', and then turn around and apply for industrial property rights with it! And I get nothing!"

Guillaume turned his head and looked at Charles:

"If it were you, would you still do such a stupid thing?"

Charles said "Oh" and understood. The greed and short-sightedness of the capitalists made Guillaume unwilling to say anything even though he had the technology and ideas, because it would be plagiarized immediately!

Charles asked: "If there is a capitalist who can give you all the support, I mean, all your inventions belong to you..."

Guillaume laughed: "Such a capitalist may only be the Master Charles they are talking about. I heard that he bought this factory. I can give it a try then!"

Charles spread his hands and said: "You don't have to try, Mr. Guillaume. I plan to hire you to be in charge of the motorcycle factory, and I will respect and protect all your industrial property rights!"

Guillaume looked at Charles in surprise, and it took him a long time to react: "You are, you are...Master Charles?"