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

"Wow!" With a sound, Guillaume opened the warehouse door and turned on the light.

Although the sun was shining brightly at this time, the light transmission in the warehouse was not very good. Without turning on the lights, only gray shadows could be seen.

Under the lights, rows of brand-new motorcycles were neatly placed in the warehouse, like troops waiting for review.

"I'll tell you the truth, Master Charles!" Guillaume hesitated: "Maybe you shouldn't buy the motorcycle factory. Its sales were not good to begin with, and it couldn't be sold after the war started. Part of the reason why the workers ran away was Because of this, if the motorcycles can’t be sold, they won’t get paid, and they don’t want to waste their efforts here!”

Djoka believed deeply. He always believed that buying a motorcycle factory was not a wise choice. Although the price was only 35% off, it did not mean that it would be profitable.

"How much inventory do we have in total?" Charles asked.

"More than 1,500 vehicles!" Guillaume replied: "You need to check the documents for the specific number!"

"How many vehicles can be produced per month?" Charles asked again.

Guillaume and Djoka looked at Charles as if they had seen a ghost. They couldn't sell the ones in stock. Shouldn't they find a way to sell them?

And Charles actually cares about production!

"We can produce about three hundred vehicles a month!" Guillaume said: "But I think..."

"Can production be expanded?" Charles asked again: "For example, working in three shifts, recruiting three batches of workers to produce at different times!"

Djoka couldn't help it anymore: "Char, should we consider the sales issue?"

Guillaume agreed: "Mr. Djorka is right, Master Charles, you should listen to your father!"

After all, he is still a child, and he treats business as a child's play, Guillaume thought.

Charles didn't say yes or no. He walked to the motorcycle and looked at it. He grabbed it and twisted his head, then turned around and asked:

"Are these motorcycles functional, Guillaume?"

"Of course!" Guillaume replied: "As long as it is filled with gasoline, it can be used immediately. They have good performance. They are the British 'victory' brand!"

(Note: The "Victory" brand motorcycle is also translated as the "Triumph" brand. It is characterized by reliable performance and simple maintenance. During World War I, it was praised by the army as "the trustworthy 'Victory'!")

"Okay!" Charles stepped aside and pointed to the bracket under the motorcycle and said, "We can extend a pillar from here and add a wheel on the side so that it has a more stable three-wheel structure. A column can be added to this position on the side wheel, which can be used for the machine gunner to mount the machine gun, and some armor can be added to the front. Can this be done? "

Guillaume's eyes widened instantly,

Two wheels become three wheels?

This seems to bring more stuff and more people!

What a genius idea, why didn’t anyone think of it?

After being stunned for a while, Guillaume swallowed his saliva and nodded hastily: "But... you can, Master Charles, of course! It's not difficult! In fact, it's very simple. I may be able to do it in just a few hours." Modify it!”

Ciel said "Yeah": "Then let's do it!"

Djoka understood what Charles was going to do. After all, Charles mentioned machine guns just now: "Your idea is to change them for military use?"

"Of course, father!" Charles replied: "Nothing is more profitable than the military industry now. As long as the army needs it, they will definitely buy it in large quantities, regardless of the cost!"

Guillaume, who was pushing his motorcycle out, unconsciously stopped and turned around when he heard these words, with an excited tone: "That's right, Master Charles! If it is useful on the battlefield, we will receive it in a short time. Countless orders, these motorcycles will be sold quickly and that’s not even enough…”

Guillaume suddenly understood why Charles said he would work in three shifts to expand production.

If this is the case, producing more than 300 vehicles a month is indeed too little. It would be better to produce 3,000 vehicles a month!

"We might be going to get rich!" Guillaume said as he pushed the motorcycle and started running. He wanted to realize Charles's idea as quickly as possible and see if what he came up with was useful.

Djoka and Charles followed Guillaume all the way. They wanted to see the modification process and also wanted to know Guillaume's craftsmanship.

The sidecar design has actually appeared in this era. During an exercise in Canada 6 years ago, a noncommissioned officer pioneered the idea of ​​adding a sidecar to a motorcycle and equipping it with a machine gun.

However, the three-wheeled bicycle drove very erratically, and the machine gun fired with no accuracy during maneuvers. Officers commented on it: "It is much more likely to kill one's own people than the enemy." !”

Therefore, no one paid much attention to this design. It only appeared symbolically a few times in exercises and then disappeared from people's sight, and no one would apply for a patent for it.

This is also the reason why Guillaume and Djoka still don’t know about this thing.

Not just them, only a few people in the world know or remember this design.

"So!" Djoka asked: "This is another 'tank'?"

"No, it's a little different from a tank!" Charles replied: "Tanks are used to block bullets. This thing is...speed. Father, on the battlefield, sometimes speed means victory!"

It was difficult for Djoka to understand this. As a businessman, he knew nothing about military affairs, but he believed that Charles was right. After all, Charles had allowed the French army to win two battles, two crucial battles!

"Do you know what the neighbors say about you?" Djoka suddenly laughed.

"How to say?"

"They say you are better than General Gallieni! They think you should command the French army as a general!"

Charles was frightened by this statement. He didn't want to serve in the army.

"They also made a comparison!" Deyoka didn't notice Charles' expression. His face was still full of pride when he spoke: "They said that Gallieni commanded the Sixth Army to attack the Germans but lost! And you, you commanded a few hundred people to defeat the Germans, twice! And it was the same group of Germans! What does this show?"

Charles lowered his voice and reminded: "Father, this may get me a conscription order!"

Deyoka was shocked, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by fear: "You are right, Charles, they can't say that! This... This is simply nonsense, we have never done such a thing! We just invented things, that's all!"

Charles was silent for a while. He felt that this matter was not something he could keep silent about or cover up with another explanation. The people would still spread it by word of mouth, and the military and the government would still hear it.

After thinking for a while, he said thoughtfully:

"No, father! I did these things!"

"Not only did I do these things, I also trained the troops, drove back the deserters, and stopped them when the army collapsed!"

"They returned to the battlefield because they heard about equipment like tanks!"

Dyoka was confused. What was Charles thinking?

After a while, he suddenly understood.

If denial is useless, then exaggerate it to make it sound more like a "rumor" and turn it into a completely illogical "folk rumor"!