Chapter 17 Why should I sell the cash cow to you?

Bonnet was a little proud.

As the owner of the Little Journal, his advantage was that he was well-informed.

When the tank appeared on the battlefield, he received the news, even minutes before Gallieni.

Gallieni needed to go through several rounds to obtain military intelligence, while the intelligence Bonnet obtained came directly from the battlefield. He has an agreement with many middle and low-level officers in the army: whoever can give valuable information first will receive high rewards.

While the tanks were still charging towards the enemy on the battlefield, someone called the office of "Little Daily" to describe the situation in full.

The article came out quickly, with real information added to it and pictures. After review and typesetting, it was rushed to print that night. It appeared on the streets early the next morning. Other newspapers were even in a state of confusion and did not know what happened. " "Morning News" even still thinks that France will lose this battle...

Bonnet smiled softly. No wonder "Little Daily" sells 1 million copies every day.

In France, which has a population of less than 40 million, what is the concept of a newspaper that can sell 1 million copies every day?

Except for those who are illiterate and not used to reading newspapers, almost everyone is holding the "Little Daily" in their hands!

Now, he relied on his intelligence to immediately intercept Charles who was applying for industrial property rights.

"Gentlemen!" Bonnet took off his coat and hat, and handed it to Manuel along with his cane: "Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Bonnet's way to success is to be as polite as possible. He believes that this is the cheapest payment. It does not require a lifetime but can win respect, intelligence and business. Why not?

(Note: Centime is a French minor currency, one franc = 20 sous = 100 centimes)

He sat down in front of the two of them, took out a cigar from his arms and handed it to Djoka, and asked politely: "Would you like one, Mr. Djoka?"

"No!" Djoka refused, with some hostility in his eyes.

Charles looked indifferent. He seemed to have guessed that this would happen.

Just kidding, this is a tank, a thing that can change the outcome of a war. How could capitalists not smell its value?

Charles just didn't expect it to come so quickly. The guy in front of him may have more powerful intelligence channels than the French intelligence agency.

Bonnet didn't light the cigar alone. He raised his eyebrows and took it back into his arms. He didn't want to appear arrogant, which would not be good for business discussions.

"Relax, gentlemen!" Bonnet showed a friendly smile: "I'm just here to discuss business. I hope to buy, and you have the right not to sell, that's all!"

"Mr. Bonnet!" Djoka did not relax his guard because of this. He asked directly: "If you had a money tree, would you sell it?"

This is to the point. The industrial property rights of the tank are in the hands of Charles, and the Bernard family also owns a tractor factory. As long as the tractor is converted into a tank, it can be sold to the army and the country. It will make a huge profit. Why should I sell it to you?

If you want to buy it, how much do you have to pay to afford this money tree?

Bonnet nodded slightly. He seemed to have considered this issue a long time ago. Not fighting an unprepared battle was another way for him to succeed.

"Do you think it's that easy?" Bonnet asked, acting very calmly.

"What do you mean?" Djoka narrowed his eyes, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger. He thought Bonnet's words were threatening: "I want to remind you, Mr. Bonnet, if you want to use means, you must We are facing the Bernard family!"

Although the Bernard family is not one of the two hundred families, because the tractor business has quite a reputation and power in France, it cannot be solved by arbitrary means.

"No, no, you misunderstood me!" Bonnet explained: "You should know about the Maxim machine gun, right?"

Djoka nodded blankly: "What does this have to do with us?"

Bonnet continued: "Everyone knows that the Maxim machine gun is excellent, better than the machine guns we use now, but why is the French army not equipped with it?"

"Because that's not something France invented..." Djoka didn't think much about it.

Bonnet smiled meaningfully and asked, "Really?"

Then Djoka understood that it was just an excuse used by bank capitalists to deceive the people. The real reason was: the bank capitalists could not make money by introducing Maxim machine guns.

Seeing that Djoka had figured this out, Bonnet continued the topic:

"They control the army, Mr. Djorka, of course they can decide what the army buys!"

"As long as they are willing, they will probably not be able to sell a single tank you produce!"

"After all, who would buy a tank besides the military, right?"

Djoka was stunned. Things seemed to be as Bonnet said. After all, a machine gun factory needed to be authorized by the government, but the government was controlled by them.

But Djoka still doesn't believe it: "However, tanks can help the army win victory and save the lives of countless soldiers..."

"They have a lot of ideas!" Bonnet interrupted Dejoka: "This is the difference between a St. Eti machine gun and a Hotchkiss machine gun!"

Djoka's eyes were filled with confusion, but Charles nodded slightly in agreement.

Bonnet, who was good at observing faces, noticed this and was a little surprised. It seemed that it was no accident that this little guy invented the tank. He seemed to know a lot about military affairs and equipment.

Bonnett explained: "The Hotchkiss machine gun was excellent, but it was not something that bank capitalists owned, so they copied it and just made some changes and it became the St. Eti machine gun!"

Djoka finally understood: "You mean, they will imitate the tank and only make some simple changes?"

Bonnet didn't say yes or no, he just kept smiling. A smart businessman would not speak too clearly, as this would offend others, but he clearly acquiesced.

Djoka stood up angrily: "This is a shameful act of stealing. They can't do this. We will resist to the end..."

"What can you do to them?" Bonnet asked: "Sue them? Litigation with them? This is what they are good at!"

When Djoka heard this, he lost his confidence and started a lawsuit with two hundred families? The judges may all be theirs, so why not just give up!

He sat down angrily, thought about it for a while, and then asked in a sullen voice: "So, what's the difference if I sell it to you? They can also 'copy' it!"

"Of course there is a difference!" Bonnet raised his head and leaned back easily, crossed his legs and said confidently: "I have the "Little Daily". If they do this, I will publish it in the newspaper right away. On the next day, the whole of France will know what they have done! They don’t need a lawyer, and the French people will find them guilty!”

Then Bonnet lowered his crossed legs and leaned forward to get closer: "So, selling the industrial property rights to me is your best choice, Mr. Djorka!"