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

After talking with Grevi, Ciel discovered that he had a misunderstanding of the "traditional aristocracy" of this era.

He always thought that the "traditional aristocracy" practiced top-down authoritarian rule like the aristocrats in the feudal era. But in fact, the current "traditional aristocracy" has also changed with the changes of the times. They also support elections, but they are opposed to industrialization. .

The basic base of the "traditional aristocracy" is farmers, and they rely on farmers to rent land or tax grain to obtain income.

However, when capitalists built factories, they turned farmers into workers, leaving the "traditional aristocrats" without their base and gradually losing their source of income.

Therefore, the battle between the left and the right is actually a battle between the rich and the workers and farmers.

The left-wing capitalists shouted to the farmers: Come on, become workers, and I will pay you!

The right-wing aristocrats shouted to the farmers: Continue to be farmers, and I will give you a better life!

The nobles did make changes, giving farmers more relaxed conditions and encouraging them to produce.

As for workers, the aristocrats believed that they were people who had been deceived and deceived by the capitalists.

Capitalists treat workers as fat sheep, plucking their wool again and again and finally slaughtering them. From the beginning to the end, capitalists are exploiting workers' blood, sweat and value.

If a country continues on this path, it will surely experience crisis or even perish!

Therefore, the traditional aristocracy hopes to establish an agricultural society, in which industry is only used to assist and is completely controlled by the government. It will be organized, orderly, and planned production instead of beating each other to pieces because of competition like now.

Grevi knew that in order to persuade Shire to join them, he had to change the position of Shire's capitalists, so he spoke a lot of truth.

However, this is doomed to be in vain.

Charles knows that industrialization is inevitable, knows that the nobility will eventually be marginalized, and also knows that industrial power is the general trend, no matter how hard he struggles, it will be useless!

"You are wasting your time, Grevi!" Charles said truthfully.

Since the two are going to be enemies, there shouldn't be any illusions.

But Grevi still insisted: "What do you want, Charles? A strong country? Look at Germany. It is so powerful under the imperial system, but we in the republic have been beaten into chaos. We can do the same. If With your talent and the financial, human and material resources of the right wing, one day..."

Charles shook his head, but said nothing.

A thinker like Grevy can construct a clear blueprint from the perspective of the country. Although this blueprint is wrong, it must have been carefully considered and even demonstrated repeatedly. At this time, he has firmly believed that his idea is correct. of.

Convincing such people must be useless and meaningless.

"Okay!" Grevi said helplessly to Charles: "Although you don't agree with my point of view, if one day you are willing to join us... you are always welcome!"

Grevi said it politely, but in fact he had already seen something in Ciel's eyes.

This little guy simply doesn't believe in the world he depicts, and is more determined than anyone else, as if he knows how the future will unfold.

The look in Charles's eyes when he looked at Grevi was pity and sympathy, sympathy for a person who was struggling in ignorance and who wanted to know the truth but was walking in the wrong direction!

Grevi understood, was deeply hurt, and even doubted everything he believed in.

Why is this happening?

Could a 17-year-old child see more clearly than himself?

Grevi couldn't believe it. He looked at Charles's leaving back, watched him get into the car, and murmured to himself:

"No, he is just blinded by money. One day he will understand!"

When Djoka turned the car around, he glanced at Grevey who was dazed on the spot and asked: "What did he talk to you about?"

Charles answered the question unreasonably: "He is a man of faith, father! He has his own ideals!"

Djoka raised his eyebrows noncommittally. Nobles with ideals and beliefs are not common!

On the way back, Charles felt Grevi remind him.

If the traditional aristocracy and the emerging capitalists are natural enemies, they are irreconcilable in the struggle for plunder between farmers and workers.

So……

According to the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, should Charles find one or several emerging capitalists to become friends?

This way Ciel won't have to face the revenge of the traditional nobles alone! After all, with his current strength, he may not be able to compete with the two major parties of the traditional aristocracy.

But to whom?

Ciel has no clue!

Before I knew it, I had arrived home.

Djoka parked the car at the door. To their surprise, Camille was not waiting for them at the door.

Normally, she would sit in front of the door at this time, knitting a sweater and staring in the direction of the factory. When she saw the two people's cars driving far away, she stood up with a smile and waved.

With doubts, the two quickly walked to the house and opened the door.

Camille sat in front of the dining table in a daze, her face pale, dazed as if she had lost the ability to think, holding a piece of paper in her hand.

Charles immediately knew what happened. It was a conscription order. Gallieni acted quickly. It didn't take long for the conscription order to be delivered to his home.

Camille's mind slowed down for a moment. When she realized that the two people were back, she stood up suddenly and rushed towards Djoka, speaking incoherently:

"Djoka, take me to the recruitment office! They must have made a mistake. They sent a recruitment order to Charles!"

"Ciel is only 17 and they don't care!"

"We...we must go to the conscription office immediately, right now!"

...

Dejoka did not move, nor did Charles. They knew what was going on, and there was no point in going to the conscription office.

Camille looked at the two of them in confusion, feeling vaguely that there was something she didn't know!

Dejoka hesitated for a while, still not telling Camille the truth:

"It's because of Charles' military talent, Camille!"

"They think Charles will be of great help to this war, so they recruited Charles into the army in advance!"

Camille angrily retorted: "Just because of this, send Charles to the battlefield? Those are unconfirmed rumors, all made up by reporters..."

Charles took the conscription letter and looked at it, comforting: "Just going to Paris, Mom, not to the battlefield. It says here that I report directly to General Gallieni, and he will take care of me!"

Dejoka nodded heavily and said confidently: "It will be fine, I promise, Paris is safe, right next to Lavaise!"

In fact, Dejoka was unsure. He was not worried about the battlefield, but the traditional aristocracy.

Since the traditional nobles can send Charles to the army, they will not give up easily.

Although Charles is smart and has military talent, he is new to the world and lacks social experience, and the old cunning people of the traditional nobles are secretly calculating. I am afraid...