Chapter 357 If You Don’t Sell It, It Will Explode

James also has a VIP reception room on the second floor, which is luxuriously decorated and has high-end red wine, cigars, fruits, snacks, etc.

Djoka was arranged in the VIP reception room. He seemed a little nervous. He sat on the sofa with his whole body tense, looking around nervously, and dared not touch anything.

As a commoner, he once looked up to James and regarded him as an idol. James is a height that Djoka can never reach in his life, and he can even be said to be a person from a different world.

But now, Djoka is sitting in the VIP room waiting to meet James and talk business face to face.

Everything is like a dream, and Djoka sometimes dare not believe it is true.

In a trance, Djoka heard footsteps outside the door. He hurriedly got up to greet him, and hesitated to straighten his suit, which he bought for this meeting and spent more than 1,500 francs.

With a crisp sound of the door being pushed open, James walked in quickly. He smiled and took the initiative to shake hands: "Hello, Mr. Dejoka, I have heard of your name for a long time. I am glad to see you here!"

"Hello, Mr. James." Dejoka responded nervously, with a hint of apology in his eyes: "I hope my visit will not disturb you."

"No, no, of course not." James asked Dejoka to sit down on the sofa and joked: "You came at the right time. I was just thinking about how to end that boring meeting."

As he said that, James raised his head to the bar on the right and asked: "Coffee? Or some red wine?"

"Coffee, thank you!"

Paulina quickly served coffee and sugar cubes to the two of them, and the room was instantly filled with rich aroma.

James leaned on the sofa and took a sip of coffee, and raised the cup to Dejoka: "I envy you, Mr. Dejoka, you have a very good son!"

This is the truth. James' sons are either idle rich second-generations or "factory managers", and these are more to show off in front of James in order to become heirs.

Originally, James thought that there were one or two of them who were quite good, but compared with Charles, they were just like beggars on the street.

"Yes." Deyoka did not deny it, and a proud smile appeared on his face: "He is indeed very good, far beyond my imagination."

Then he remembered something and explained his purpose: "I came here this time for your three steel mills in the Northeast, Mr. James."

"Steel mills in the Northeast?" James looked at Deyoka with interest: "But they are under the control of the Germans."

"I know." Deyoka replied: "I hope to buy them, what price do you think is appropriate..."

James smiled and shook his head: "If you are here for this, then I am sorry, I may disappoint you. They are not for sale!"

James knew what Charles was thinking. While the steel mills are still in the hands of the Germans, he bought them at a low price and took them into his pocket when the French army regained the lost territory.

There is no such a cheap thing.

James would not be short of this little money. He would rather let these steel mills rot in his hands!

But Dejoka's tone was firm: "No, you will sell it. I hope you will seriously consider it."

James' face sank, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. No one could threaten him, including Charles.

But James didn't say anything. Dejoka must have his reasons for saying this, or to be more precise, Charles had reasons.

What was the reason?

"No!" James thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "You can reply to Charles like this. I believe he will definitely lead the Allied forces to victory and help me recover these steel mills. I have great confidence in him!"

"Me too, Mr. James." Dejoka stood up and shook hands with James to say goodbye, and relaxed a lot.

Dyoka found that James was just like that, he was always one step slower than Charles.

If you regard James as an idol, you might as well regard Charles as an idol, even though he is his son.

Looking at Dejoka's back as he left, James still couldn't solve the mystery in his heart.

What can Charles do with those factories?

How can he force himself to sell them?

No, impossible!

Selling the steel mill is equivalent to removing all constraints on Charles, including the pressure on Wells.

So, he would not sell it under any circumstances, unless he was crazy!

However, Schneider still failed to consider one situation.

…

At the Paris Defense Command, Charles submitted a battle plan to Gallieni.

“What is this?” Gallieni opened it and flipped through it.

“It is the bombing plan for the next month.” Charles replied: “We already have more than a hundred bombers, and they are still increasing. I think they should not be used only to bomb enemy airports. The Germans are already prepared.”

Galieni said “um”: “They have densely deployed various artillery and machine guns around the airport, and are trying to increase the speed of the aircraft so that it can catch up with our bombers.”

“So, I plan to turn my target to the steel mill.” Charles said confidently.

“Steel mill?” Gallieni was stunned, then nodded slightly: “That makes sense. The steel mill is producing steel for the Germans, and then they will be transformed into rifles, machine guns, bullets and tanks that shoot at us!”

"Yes." Charles raised his head towards the document: "There are detailed information about several steel mills at the beginning. With them, the Germans don't even need to transport supplies from their own country. They use the steel mills and open several arsenals in the northeast, which meets most of their needs on the Western Front."

This is true, the intelligence comes from the "Lady in White".

If the French government doesn't believe it, send spies from the "Second Bureau" to investigate, and get the same result.

Galieni turned to the beginning and nodded slightly:

"The plan is fine, but..."

"The workers in the steel mills are mostly French. How can you avoid their casualties?"

"In addition, although these steel mills are under the control of the Germans, they are still the property of the capitalists. Doing so may be a bit troublesome."

Charles had already thought of a countermeasure. He answered calmly: "We can drop leaflets before the bombing to let the workers hide. This is all we can do. After all, this is a war."

Galieni sighed lightly, but still nodded in agreement with Charles's statement.

If the Germans didn't bomb for fear of accidental casualties, they only needed to capture a few French people to fight with them.

If they were too worried and tied up, they might as well surrender directly.

"As for the capitalists," Charles said again, "if the lives of French workers can be sacrificed, what does their property count for?"

Gallieni understood instantly.

If the capitalists dared to resist, they would have to wait for the anger of the French people!