Chapter 401 How Do You Plan to Change It?

There was chatting and laughing at the dinner table. Charles and Alyssa sometimes talked about their teachers and sometimes their classmates. The atmosphere was relaxed and happy.

After the meal, Charles was a gentleman and sent Alyssa and Aunt Lina to the car, and told Laurent to take them home.

In the West, interpersonal relationships are not complicated. They come and go in the same way, and they have become formatted.

However, this may only be limited to civilians. Ciel's social circle is not wide. He has heard that interpersonal relationships in the upper class can be complicated to the point of "no distinction between each other" and "a mass carnival".

Back in the room, Camille hurriedly dropped the plate and walked out of the kitchen. While wiping her hands, she asked Charles, her eyes full of expectation: "What do you think?"

"How about what?" Charles pretended to be confused.

"Please, you are already eighteen years old." Camille said: "It's time to find a girlfriend, and you are in the military camp busy saving the world all day long..."

Ciel rolled his eyes, "saving the world" is a derogatory term in modern times.

However, what Ciel seems to be doing is indeed "saving the world."

"Alyssa is a good girl." Camille pulled Charles to sit down at the dining table: "She joined the Communications Corps, which can be said to be a member of the army. She is also fighting for France."

"Communications Corps?" This was the first time Charles had heard of this number.

"Yes." Camille replied, but she didn't know it very well and unconsciously turned her eyes to Djoka.

Djoka continued: "It was established three months ago. The military began to hire some women to perform communication tasks. They mainly ride motorcycles to deliver letters or documents for the military, usually in the rear safe area. Activity."

Then Ciel understood.

This is the reason for the shortage of manpower. In the future, workers will have to be replaced by women, as well as agricultural work in the fields, arsenals that produce weapons and artillery shells, and even police, politicians, etc. In short, men go to the front lines to fight, and the work in the rear is basically left to them. A woman.

This also creates an opportunity for women to improve their social status.

(The picture above shows British female suffragettes during World War I)

Camille got closer and continued to encourage: "She is still your admirer, Charles. Her father is a soldier, a serving major. I think she and you will have a lot in common..."

"Mom." Charles interrupted Camille: "We are not suitable. She looks too young."

Camille looked at Charles in surprise: "But she is your classmate, Charles, you are the same age!"

Djoka nodded slightly to express his understanding.

This is not a matter of age. Ciel's cognition at this time is far beyond that of 18 years old. In Ciel's eyes, there is probably only one word for the conversation of peers: "childish."

Djoka said with emotion: "What Charles needs may be a girlfriend with whom he can discuss wars, inventions, or making money."

Camille turned and glared at Djoka: "Do you think there can be such a woman? Someone as good as Charles?"

Djoka responded: "I'm not sure, but I think at least it's not like Alyssa."

Camille lowered her face and said with some anger in her voice: "Then please tell me, what should it be like?"

"I've already said it." Djoka spread his hands and replied: "This requires fate, Camille. I believe there will always be such a person..."

Charles stood up at this moment: "You guys have discussed it and tell me, I'm a little tired."

After saying that, he ran down the stairs into his room as if running away, leaving only Camille and Djoka staring in the living room.

…

After not sleeping in his room for a long time, Charles woke up naturally. He lifted up the quilt and stood up, stretched out. When he saw the sun was shining brightly outside the window, he suddenly remembered today's plan and cursed: "Damn it, you overslept." !”

He hurriedly put on his military uniform and went downstairs, grabbed a piece of bread from the dining table and rushed out the door.

Camille seemed to be preparing for lunch. She chased him from behind and shouted at Charles's back: "Where are you going, Charles?"

"Tractor factory!" Charles replied, waving back without looking back.

There was only a few hundred meters to go, so Charles didn't bother to ask Laurent to pick him up, so he simply chose to walk, or to be precise, trot.

Along the way, the neighbors waved enthusiastically to Charles one by one.

Aunt Elisa called: "Want a croissant, Charles?"

"No." Charles raised the bread in his hand: "Thank you, Aunt Elisa."

Aunt Carla poked her head out of the pizza shop and shouted to Charles: "Slow down, little one, which country is waiting for you to save?"

Charles was chewing bread and couldn't speak. He could only half-turn around and wave.

The guards chased them from both sides. There were only two at first, but soon there were more and more. They also grabbed the rifles on their backs, as if they were going to the battlefield.

A captain stepped forward nervously and asked: "What happened, Brigadier? Do you need me to inform others?"

"No, it's okay." Charles was a little helpless. He felt like he was being watched all the time: "Go back to your posts."

"Yes, Brigadier." The guards stopped and dispersed under the command of the captain.

…

Ten minutes later, Charles rushed into Dejoka's office and asked: "Father, where did you put the 'Saint Salmon'?"

"'Saint Salmon'?" Djoka recalled: "It's in the warehouse, where it was left after it was shipped from Paris."

It was shipped by rail, which led directly to the tractor factory warehouse.

Charles took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was past 11 o'clock, and there were still more than four hours until he returned to the camp to report. He had to hurry up.

"Who is in charge of the Tractor Factory Research Institute now, father?" Charles asked.

"It's always been Joseph." Deyoka asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Matthew's father, he doesn't understand equipment, he is only responsible for coordination and logistics.

"What about design?" Charles asked again.

"Matthew." Deyoka replied: "He and Colonel Estiny are both, they often discuss and communicate together, and it is said that they are considering designing a new tank."

Estiny and Matthew can be said to be a perfect match. The former is more inclined to military tactics and battlefield experience, while the latter is more inclined to mechanical manufacturing and realization, so the new tank has a shape.

But Charles didn't care about this at this time.

"Ask Matthew to come." Charles said: "I'll wait for him in the warehouse."

...

The third warehouse of the tractor factory was dimly lit because the windows were sealed for confidentiality.

The lights were turned on, and three "Saint-Samon" came into Charles's sight. Charles walked around one of them twice, measuring it with his hands from time to time.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from behind. Matthew stood at the door and looked at Charles with a smile: "Long time no see, look at you, you are already a brigadier general."

"Is everything okay?" Charles looked at Matthew. He had a beard, which made him look more mature. His cheeks were thinner, but his eyes were bright.

Matthew spread his hands and smiled heartily: "Can't you see it?"

As he said, Matthew pulled a chair over, sat on it with his legs sideways, and turned his eyes to "Saint Samon": "Tell me, how are you going to change it?"