Chapter 70 Uncle's Conspiracy

After returning home, Camille stopped Charles and asked him about everything: how is the army, how is the food, how is the accommodation, etc.

It seemed that Charles had been away for two years instead of two days, and she never cared about the army before, but now she asked about the army's daily routine.

What's more, she still didn't let Charles go out alone.

"Wait for your father to come back and take you!" Camille said seriously: "It won't take much time, I'll call him!"

"Mom!" Charles objected: "There are soldiers everywhere along the way, and I am also a soldier!"

Speaking of this, Charles patted the revolver on his waist, even though he hadn't learned how to use it yet.

But it didn't matter, Camille didn't know this, she simply thought that the revolver would fire as long as the trigger was pulled, and it could kill the bad guys.

This made her feel that it was really unnecessary to call Deyoka back.

"Okay, Charles!" Camille agreed.

Her eyes were full of reluctance. If she hadn't been unable to do anything in the factory, she might have continued to stick to Charles.

"Go and come back soon!" Camille said, "You need to rest!"

"I will!" Charles said goodbye to Camille and walked out of the house.

This time, the neighbors regained their original enthusiasm. Charles received their greetings and praises along the way. There were even women blowing kisses to Charles, which made Charles straighten his chest to make himself look more like an adult.

The soldiers he met along the way also saluted Charles one by one. There was something strange in their eyes. It seemed that they could not connect Charles, a 17-year-old boy, with the "superior".

Charles walked along the road to the factory. When he turned, there was a short blind spot. Suddenly, a car came out crookedly from the other side and almost hit Charles. Fortunately, the driver braked in time.

"Are you crazy?" The driver scolded first: "Look at the road under your feet, bastard!"

The driver was making trouble unreasonably. There was no problem for Charles to walk on the right side of the road. The car was clearly driving against the flow and drunk driving. Charles smelled alcohol in the dust.

Then Charles recognized the driver as Pierre, the man he should call uncle.

Pierre also recognized Charles. He seemed to be very interested in Charles' military uniform. After looking him up and down, he laughed a little insanely. The laughter and expression made him look like a mental patient:

"It turned out to be Charles. Sorry, I didn't recognize you just now! Look at you, you are... a soldier!"

Pierre staggered out of the car, stood up and burped, as if he wanted to vomit but didn't.

Charles hurriedly stepped back to avoid it.

"Speaking of which, you... should thank me!" Pierre propped up the car with his hands to prevent himself from falling.

"Why?" Charles said sarcastically: "Is it because you sent me to the army?"

"No, no!" Pierre smiled and shook his head: "Do you think it's just the army?"

Charles looked at Pierre in confusion. He didn't know what else he didn't know, or was this just Pierre's nonsense after drinking?

Pierre laughed like a fool again:

"Look, you know nothing!"

"I know your father, Charles! I... know what kind of person he is, and of course I know what kind of woman he likes!"

"So, I found your mother from the town and hired her to be our maid..."

"If I hadn't done that, you might not exist, right? This, shouldn't... you thank me?"

Charles was stunned.

Pierre shuttled between various women all day long. He was an expert in this area, and it was easy for Djoka to fall in love with a maid.

And Francis was a person who attached great importance to status and paid attention to the matching of family backgrounds. He would never let his youngest son marry a maid, and the contradiction arose.

As a result, everyone knows that Djoka was kicked out early and lived a discriminated and poor life, while Pierre could sit on Francis's inheritance.

But Charles was not angry. He nodded: "I should thank you, Pierre!"

Pierre wanted to say something, but several soldiers shouted from a distance: "Sir, is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine!" Charles responded loudly.

Perhaps Pierre realized that Charles was not easy to mess with. He climbed into the car with a few mutters, waved to Charles provocatively, and drove away.

Laurent hurried over and asked nervously: "That drunkard, didn't he hit you?"

"No, no!" Charles shook his head: "I'm fine!"

He walked towards the factory without looking back.

Laurent looked in the direction where the car left and seemed to recognize that it was the Francis family, who were relatives of Charles. He couldn't say anything in this regard, so he could only "hum" and turn around to follow Charles.

Charles slowed down his pace, turned his head and asked innocently: "Major, I want to know what the upper and lower age limits for military service are?"

"18 to 46 years old!" Laurent replied, his tone gradually becoming stiff: "As a second lieutenant, you should know this very well!"

Then he added: "You are an exception, although it doesn't make sense..."

Laurent thought Charles asked this because he wanted to know why he had to serve at the age of 17.

Charles didn't say anything, paused and asked again: "Can I recommend someone to serve in the military?"

Laurent was stunned. Introducing someone to serve in the military? This is a new thing, but...

"It should be possible!" Laurent nodded: "As long as he meets the requirements!"

"Of course!" Charles said confidently: "Adult, male, 43 years old, unemployed, should he join the army?"

"Indeed!" Laurent replied: "Unless there are special circumstances!"

Then Laurent asked again: "What's his name?"

"Pierre!" Charles replied calmly: "Pierre Bernard!"

Laurent was stunned. That was Charles' uncle, the drunk who was driving just now!

But...

Laurent laughed and said confidently: "Good idea, Charles! I can also ask the people in the army to give him 'special care'!"

Charles said "hmm" with satisfaction.

Pierre provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked. He should know that he is the least powerful and incompetent one among all people.

He is just a dandy, a dependent who only knows how to indulge in sensual pleasures and wait for the inheritance of the family property. The reason why he didn't receive the conscription order is because Francis did something.

But this trick is easy to find out, especially if Laurent is the one who is checking.

Francis didn't even know about it. By the time the conscription order was sent to Pierre, it was too late...

It was easier to tamper with the order before it was issued. Once it was issued, forcibly withdrawing it might cause public outrage, because it meant that the people could also not serve in the army. Then no one would go to the battlefield to fight. No one could afford this price!

Will traditional nobles like Grevy and Armand come forward to mediate for Pierre?

The party leader and parliamentarian helped the son of a capitalist to evade military service?

Once it was reported by the newspapers, Grevy and Armand's political careers would be over!

So, no one could save Pierre.

Charles couldn't wait to see what Pierre's expression was when he received the conscription order!