I Was a Tycoon in World War I: Starting to Save France

Chapter 390 Super-Range Cannon

Insurance sells fears and anxieties about the future: people transfer their fears and anxieties to insurance companies. Once these anxieties come true, the insurance companies will make up for it with generous monetary compensation. Of course, policyholders have to pay for this service.

Therefore, the more panicked and anxious people are, the better business the insurance companies do.

But Djoka had careful considerations.

"Good business does not mean making money, Charles." Djoka held up the pencil in his hand with a hint of worry in his eyes: "If in the future it is like what people say, the Germans will gather a large number of airships to bomb the UK..."

Needless to say what the outcome of this will be, the insurance company will probably pay out the underwear, and Charles will return to before liberation overnight.

However, Ciel knew this wouldn't happen.

"I know how to deal with it." Ciel said with a relaxed expression, "I just haven't invented the equipment yet."

Djoka understood instantly.

Charles is using his military talents to manipulate the market.

It was a good idea. On the one hand, he used the insurance industry to collect the wealth of British civilians, and on the other hand, he invented equipment and sold it to the British government.

When the British government purchased equipment to defeat the Germans, it was again doing so for the Shire's insurance companies.

With a perfect closed loop, the profit is no longer a matter of 10 million or 20 million, but can be as high as hundreds of millions.

Thinking of this, Djoka's eyes shone with excitement and he nodded: "No problem, I'll send someone to London right away."

The company has grown to its current size, and Djoka no longer needs to do everything.

After making the call, Djorka smiled at Charles: "You know, the most difficult place for us to start insurance business is Paris."

"Paris?" Charles's eyes turned alert: "Is someone obstructing this?"

Charles's first reaction was to the capitalists who opposed him, especially Schneider.

"No." Djoka shook his head: "They seem to be afraid to compete with us in the insurance industry."

Ciel, who has military talent, has a unique advantage in this regard. He controls the outcome of the war and can influence the outcome of the insurance. No one dares to follow up easily.

"What is that?" Charles was a little surprised.

"Because of you." Djoka raised his eyebrows.

"Me?" Charles looked confused.

"Yes." Djoka nodded with a smile: "Everyone believes that as long as Charles is there, the Germans cannot threaten the security of Paris, so they are relieved. In fact, they are thinking about when the French army can Hit Berlin!"

Ciel said "Oh" and understood.

Without anxiety, the market will not be active. Insurance companies can live a mediocre life, but of course they are not willing to sell at low prices.

The solution is to make the insurance company feel the danger and make them think that they may lose money in the near future, so that they will choose to sell it.

However, it was not easy to turn Paris into a "dangerous" place. It would be decades before the Germans occupied Paris again.

After thinking for a while, Ciel had an idea.

"Get the money ready, father." Charles said. "There may be changes in the next few days."

"There has been a change?" Djoka looked at Charles in surprise: "You mean, the Germans might attack Paris?"

Before Charles could answer, Djoka exclaimed: "God, is it an airship? They will use airships to bomb Paris?"

Charles shook his head. He did not tell Djoka the answer. It was not appropriate for some things to come out of his mouth.

Because people will say: "That's just a rumor deliberately put out by the insurance company to defraud us of our money."

Therefore, Shire needs an authoritative agency to release news in order to shake up the seemingly stable Paris insurance industry.

"Leave this matter to me." Charles told Djoka before leaving: "In addition, we need to buy a piece of land nearby to build a factory building, which may require about 7,000 square meters."

"7,000 square meters?" Djoka was frightened by this number. This is a big factory.

Charles said "hmm" and answered lightly: "I purchased 5 artillery production lines from the UK, and they will be shipped one after another in a few days."

Djoka didn't think it was anything at first. France needed artillery, and it was normal to buy an artillery production line.

After Charles left, he suddenly reacted: "God, the artillery production line, produces artillery!"

He got up and hurried to the window sill to stop Charles, but Charles's car was already driving away on the road.

Dejoka is a little helpless. The production of artillery means direct competition with Schneider. The contradiction between the two will further intensify, because the existence of each other may threaten the other's survival. The military often chooses one type of artillery and then abandons the other.

However, Djoka looked at the car disappearing on the road and thought that this day would come sooner or later, and he would have to face it sooner or later.

After returning to Paris, Charles went to the city defense headquarters.

"How are you doing recently, General?" Charles saluted in front of Gallieni.

Gallieni raised his eyes and glanced at Charles, pretending to be nonchalant: "Of course, I'm fine!"

Lieutenant Colonel Fernand secretly made a face, and the other staff members also laughed and said nothing.

The fact is that when Charles is not here, Gallieni always seems to be missing something. He is often inexplicably agitated, and even the routine he has maintained for decades is disrupted. He often cannot sleep in the middle of the night. I work at work, but during the day I am so sleepy that I lie down on my desk and fall asleep.

Lieutenant Colonel Fernan suggested to Gallieni: "Why don't we transfer Charles back? This place is not far from the police training base. When there is no war, he can take care of both ends."

"No." Gallieni shook his head firmly: "He will have to rely on himself in the end, Lieutenant Colonel, this is his chance to exercise."

Galieni knew very well that Charles leading a unit independently and commanding a unit in the city defense headquarters were two different things, although there was not much difference in form.

Charles handed Gallieni a book: "I heard that you have been unable to sleep recently. Maybe you can use this to pass the time instead of getting up to work."

It was "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" written by Jules Verne. Charles hoped that Gallieni could enter another world to relax himself from the state of war.

Galieni was stunned, and then rolled his eyes: "This is something to deceive children, Brigadier General, it only proves that you have not grown up yet!"

Although he said this, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were smiling.

"Even so!" Charles replied, placing the book on Gallieni's desk, and then got back to the point: "I received a message, General, the Germans are planning to build a cannon, a cannon with a super-range, and they intend to use this cannon to directly bombard Paris!"

Everyone was stunned, and they all looked at Charles in shock, including Gallieni.

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