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Qin Zhiyuan and Louis Renault had a relaxed and happy exchange, and the two took what they needed, and soon reached a consensus.

The world war has entered a phase of stalemate, and the military supplies consumed every month are almost astronomical. France consumes nearly 4.5 million shells a month, and Alberta Thomas, the undersecretary for weapons at the Ministry of War, tried everything he could to organize only 500,000 people into industrial production, including a large number of women.

Almost all companies are facing a shortage of people, and Louis Renault's company is no exception.

As France's largest arms dealer, the Renault Group, although guaranteed to the fullest, is still particularly inadequate. yes, who wants to work overtime if possible.

The emergence of Qin Zhiyuan and the Chinese workers just effectively alleviated this dilemma, and Qin Zhiyuan brought what France lacked the most, not mineral resources, not food, and not weapons, but the people who consumed these things.

To sum up, the reason why Qin Zhiyuan is popular with everyone in Paris is about to come out.

Not because of the "angel", nor because of the "youngest winner of the Grand Cross Knighthood", but because Qin Zhiyuan has a lot of human resources in his hands.

Realistic, right?

Yes!

The world has always been realistic!

Louis Reynaud offered the Chinese workers a satisfactory salary, and if the Chinese workers proved to be competent for the job, they would be treated on the same terms as the French, from salary to vacation, as long as the French workers had it, the Chinese workers would have it.

For Luis Renault, salary is not an issue. For a successful entrepreneur, when there is a shortage of materials, what he has to do is not to reduce costs, but to organize large-scale production as much as possible and seize the market with products, because at such times, no matter how much money the products produced sell, they can always be sold.

The current Renault is not the Renault after the Second World War, it is not a state-owned enterprise, but a standard private enterprise.

Now Renault is for France, Renault is responsible, but not obliged.

……

After completing the exchange with Louis Renault, the stone in Qin Zhiyuan's heart temporarily fell. Although there were still people waiting for Qin Zhiyuan in the hall, Qin Zhiyuan didn't want to return to the hall and continue the endless so-called "socializing", but walked along the corridor in the direction of the balcony, wanting to find a spacious place to catch his breath.

The floor of the corridor is covered with a layer of handmade carpets from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, which is very comfortable to step on, as if you are caught in the boundless clouds, and the feet feel soft and silent.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with all kinds of murals, almost all of which were paintings reflecting European and American styles, and Qin Zhiyuan even saw several masterpieces that fetched sky-high prices at auctions in later generations, but he did not have the slightest interest in taking them for himself.

For Qin Zhiyuan, he has gone beyond the stage of living for monetary interests and is making great strides in the direction of national interests.

Money, in the face of national interests, is small after all.

When he was about to walk into the balcony, Qin Zhiyuan heard a quarrel coming from the balcony.

"No, Pierre, you can't go. If you do this, my dad and I will be sad, I have already lost an older brother, and my sister has also lost her husband, if we lose you again...... Oh, my God. ”

Immediately after, Julie sobbed softly.

"Listen to me, Julie, this is not a war for one family, this is a war for the whole of France. All French people are obliged to serve their country, especially me, because of my father, I was only 25 years old when I was hung up to the rank of colonel, and I received a salary more than ten times higher than that of the soldiers every month. Then when the war comes, I should go to the top, just like the ordinary soldiers. ”

A gentle and firm young man, if Qin Zhiyuan heard correctly, it was the colonel who Julie was holding.

At the auction just now, the colonel called the price, and Qin Zhiyuan remembered this voice.

"You have to make one thing clear, you can wear the rank of colonel because of your own reasons, and it has nothing to do with your father. We have given enough for this war, please, don't make us sad. ”

Even when she was sobbing, Julie did not forget to defend Foch.

"Well, I'll just take it as the reason I don't have a father. Did you know Julie, we graduated a total of 435 people in the same period, and now 310 people have died in battle, and they also have fathers and sisters......"

Pierre's voice was low, showing that his mood was not high, full of nostalgia and sadness.

"So what? I don't know who they are and I don't care about them, I only care about you, you are our Pierre. ”

Julie's voice was a little dull, sounding like she was pleading with Pierre.

"How could you not know who they are? Do you remember Henry? The boy with a red nose, who was a strong player on our football team, said he was going to pursue you, and he died in Verdun three months ago. Barbois, the son of Uncle Sinclair, one of his older brothers died in the Marne the year before, another died in the Dardanelles last year, and he also died in Verdun last month. Goyle, our childhood playmate, died twenty days ago in the middle of a charge against Babom......"

As a colonel, Pierre is qualified to understand the situation of his friends, and perhaps because of this, when he sees his friends dedicating themselves to the country, Pierre's sense of honor and mission prompts him to do something.

"No, don't tell me that, I don't want to hear ......"

As Foch's secretary, Julie was accustomed to seeing the dead lists, and those thick lists meant nothing more than a name or a bunch of numbers to Julie. Now, when Julie associates these names with living people, Julie feels fear that borders on despair, so much so that even her voice trembles.

"You have to understand this! Essentially, I, like Henry, Barbois, and Gower, are citizens of France, and when France is in danger, when we have to make sacrifices, Henry can do what they can, and I can do it! ”

Pierre, perhaps a little impatient, raised his voice a lot.

"No!"

Julie let out a desperate scream, her voice full of fear.

"I beg your pardon!" Qin Zhiyuan felt that he couldn't listen anymore, so he stepped out of the door.

As Qin Zhiyuan imagined, Julie hugged the colonel with tears streaming down her face, and from the folds on the colonel's clothes, it could be seen that Julie was working hard.

Pierre was tall, a little taller than Qin Zhiyuan, with short chestnut hair that was slightly curly, a big nose like Foch, a wide chin, and a layer of freshly popping stubble on his cheeks, which looked full of masculine and toughness.

"Hey! Boy, eavesdropping on someone is immoral! Pierre glared at Qin Zhiyuan, trying to break free from Julie's arms.

"Nope! Don't do this! Qin, you go quickly! Just like the last time Foch wanted to beat Qin Zhiyuan, Julie grabbed Pierre and turned her head to shout at Qin Zhiyuan.

"Boy, if you leave now, I'll look down on you!" Pierre is like an aggressive rooster and very good at provoking.

"So you're Qin? Very good! Boy, dare to make my sister cry, and I'll give you a taste of my fist! Pierre was furious and changed from a rooster to a hen guarding the nest.

I'm hot, Julie is obviously you making you cry, okay?

Qin Zhiyuan was inexplicable.