Chapter 141 Mechanic

When Charles came to Matthew, he was sitting on a chair, with a pair of crutches stacked together against the corner. On the table in front of him was a motorcycle wheel hub, and he was threading the spokes one by one.

Matthew saw Charles coming in, raised his stained face and smiled: "Hey, Charles, Mr. Deyoka, it's great to see you!"

Deyoka stepped forward and asked: "Can you adapt to the work here?"

Matthew waved his hand around: "That's great, Mr. Deyoka, I'm even responsible for this place! We can earn 50 centimes a day, which is close to the wages of workers. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Charles didn't waste time talking to him, and said directly: "Pick up your crutches and follow me!"

"Where to?" Matthew asked puzzledly.

"Your father wants to see you, he has something to say to you!" Charles replied.

Matthew looked incredible, at this time?

But Matthew didn't say anything. He took the crutches from the side and followed the two people. He joked with Charles as he walked: "I heard that you gave the Germans a hard lesson in Ypres again? I think they will tremble with fear when they hear your name in the future?"

"Just luck!" Charles replied.

He didn't want to say too much about this. War can easily cause unpleasant associations.

Matthew seemed to understand what Charles meant. He smiled and stopped talking.

The welfare home is located between the motorcycle factory and the tractor factory. This is to make it more convenient for the two factories to transport the parts that can be processed to the welfare home and then transport them back after completion.

It didn't take long for Charles and his men to walk into the tractor factory.

Matthew's eyes were instantly attracted by a huge monster: a huge diamond-shaped body, tracks surrounding the entire body, and machine gun muzzles on both sides.

At this moment, Matthew even forgot the purpose of coming here. He walked around it half a circle with his crutches. He turned his head and asked Charles with shock in his eyes: "Is this a tank? The new tank you developed? You are amazing, Charles, it is amazing..."

"No, Matthew!" Joseph got out from the other side of the tank: "This is your tank!"

"What...what?" Matthew looked at Joseph in confusion.

"Charles plans to hire you as a mechanic!" Joseph raised his hand towards the tank: "Now, it's yours!"

"But...my legs!" Matthew turned his head and looked at Charles with a questioning look.

"You don't need to use your legs to repair the car or replace parts, right?" Charles asked: "Unless you don't even have the strength to climb onto this tank!"

Matthew laughed like a fool, but soon the smile disappeared, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his tone was full of helplessness: "I can't step on the accelerator and clutch, Charles, if I can't test the car, I can't repair the car!"

"Why don't you try?" Charles said.

Matthew looked at Charles in confusion, then put down his crutches and tried to climb up. Joseph wanted to help but was stopped by Charles.

Matthew didn't need help, he needed to do everything on his own!

Finally, Matthew got into the tank with difficulty and sat in the driver's seat. Looking down, he excitedly opened the hatch and stuck half of his head out and shouted to the outside: "You actually thought of extending them to the left foot? I can drive with my left foot... Great, Charles! Great!"

This is not complicated, just an extension rod, which allows Matthew to drive with his left foot.

When it is actually used or when others test the car, just remove the extension rod.

Other crew members entered the tank one after another, it started "rumbling", and then "clacking" and moved.

Looking at the "Mark 1" turning around in the test field like a fish returning to the sea, Charles felt that Matthew had regained his energy, and he seemed to hear Matthew cheering loudly in the tank!

"Thank you, Master Charles!" Joseph looked at Charles, his eyes reddened and his voice choked: "You saved Matthew again!"

"No, Joseph!" Charles replied: "I can't find a more suitable mechanic than Matthew!"

This is the truth. Matthew has been in the tractor factory since he was a child. He played with tractor parts as toys before going to school. No one knows tractors better than him.

And now tanks are actually not much different from tractors!

I hope Matthew will not be satisfied with the status quo and stay at the tractor level, otherwise Charles will have to fire him soon.

...

Bled Manor, autumn breeze and light rain.

Francis once again urgently summoned a few people here for a secret talk.

Armand was quite dissatisfied with Francis' choice of this inappropriate time, which disrupted his plan for a night "party". He lit a cigar irritably and complained: "Everything has been settled, what are you still worried about? Next time, let's see the time!"

Francis did not explain. He took out a few photos from his underwear and threw them on the table.

Armand and Grevy picked up the photo and looked at it, with some strange expressions on their faces.

"What is this?" Armand raised the photo to Francis.

Without waiting for Francis to speak, Grevy said with a serious look: "It's a tank, Charles' tank!"

Armand took a few more glances at the photo, and then laughed: "I didn't see the gun barrel, it really doesn't have a gun!"

Then Armand looked around and asked in confusion: "Where is Colonel Estiny? Didn't he come, or didn't we contact him?"

This should be the time for him to come out and analyze the performance of this tank.

Grevy replied: "I contacted him, and I heard that he took his family on vacation to travel!"

An understanding smile appeared on Armand's face: "After all, he just earned 50,000 francs, which is enough for him to play for a while!"

He threw the photo back on the table, turned his eyes to Francis, and said with a trace of disdain: "So, do you think this kind of tank without artillery will pose a threat to our tanks?"

"I'm not sure, Mr. Armand!" Francis met Armand's gaze: "Although I don't believe it will pose a threat to us, Charles has put it into mass production!"

"Mass production?" Armand didn't know what Francis was referring to.

Francis could only explain more clearly: "If his tanks couldn't function at all, why did he mass-produce them? Even at a cost of two thousand francs each, 100 tanks cost 200,000 francs. Do you think Xia Xia wanted to mass-produce them?" Will you engage in loss-making business?"

Francis shook his head firmly and continued: "No, he has never done a loss-making business, so this matter is not that simple!"

Grevi kept his eyes fixed on the photo, listening quietly to Francis's analysis, and then concluded: "There is only one possibility. Charles thinks that our tanks cannot win, but his tanks can!"

Armand thought Grevi was joking, but when he saw Grevi's serious face, he became cautious.

Francis' expression changed drastically. He had already invested all his funds in the production of new tanks. If it is true as Grevi said, the order for 400 tanks may interrupt production and there will be no follow-up orders...

This is just adding insult to injury for Francis!