Chapter 89 I am proud of the money I owe to the bank!

Eric was actually not a pilot. He was a flying enthusiast. He was keen on flying before the invention of the Wright brothers and made many dangerous attempts that would be unbelievable to future generations.

When the Wright brothers successfully invented the first airplane in 1903, Eric thought that a new world had opened up for him. He even opened his arms and cheered to the sky, with tears in his eyes. He thanked God for finally allowing him to fly. Sky of opportunity.

Two years later, he sold all his possessions and opened an aircraft manufacturing factory.

Eric naively thought that there must be many people who loved flying like him. "Who wouldn't want to fly freely in the air like a bird?" Eric said.

However, the safety of early aircraft was extremely low. People did hope that they could fly in the air like a bird, but if it comes at the cost of life safety... forget it!

In three years, his manufacturing plant only sold 6 aircraft, and they were sold at basically no profit.

Like many entrepreneurs who are unwilling to give up their dreams, Eric soon fell into the bank's loan trap. After compounding interest, he could no longer repay the bank's debt.

His wife couldn't stand this embarrassing life and left with her two children. All he could do was pick up some "dangerous missions" from the military at the airport to survive the day.

When Eric heard that he was going to "blow up Big Bertha," Eric's first reaction was, what does death mean? If you can pay off your debts and still leave some money for your wife and children, there will be nothing to regret!

"How much do you plan to sell it for?" Charles asked.

"What?" Eric looked at Charles in disbelief: "You...are you really willing to buy it? You know exactly what it is like! You didn't even look at what it looks like?"

"Of course!" Charles replied simply: "We can sign the contract now, if you bring it!"

Eric searched hurriedly for a while and finally took out a crumpled document from his trouser pocket. It was obvious that he had tried to sell the aircraft factory before, but failed.

Eric unfolded the contract with trembling hands, and then carefully handed it to Charles.

Charles took it and saw that it was 360,000 francs. This figure surprised him: "After paying off the bank loan, you only have 10,000 francs left?"

"That's enough!" Eric replied.

Ten thousand francs is a huge sum of money to him, and he will give it all to his wife and children, to whom he has owed so much over the years.

As for himself, he never thought about it!

Ciel handed the contract back to Eric.

The expectation on Eric's face instantly turned to disappointment, but he still nodded understandingly: "No one would do such a stupid thing, I understand!"

"No, Uncle Eric!" Charles said calmly: "Draft the contract again and I'll give you 400,000 francs!"

Eric's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he heard. Even Verscher, who was standing aside, thought he heard wrong. He could buy it for 360,000 francs but was given 400,000?

This is the stupidest capitalist!

This is 40,000 francs, money that ordinary people cannot earn in a lifetime. Most people have to work for more than a hundred years, but Charles, a capitalist, paid it back to the pilots at a thought!

"Is this true?" Eric stood up excitedly.

"Of course it's true!" Charles said, "But there is one condition..."

Eric was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, his expression seemed to say, I knew there would be no such good thing.

Unexpectedly, Charles said: "You must come back alive, Uncle Eric, I am waiting for you to manage my aircraft factory!"

Eric collapsed in an instant. He was so moved that he couldn't help himself. He looked at Charles blankly and thought he was dreaming. His lips moved to say something but nothing came out.

At the same time, he didn't understand. Wasn't what we just talked about buying his life?

Could it be that we were flying a plane to hit "Big Bertha"?

Why can he come back alive and manage the aircraft factory for Charles?

Seeing Eric didn't answer, Charles asked again: "Aren't you willing?"

"No, no, of course I do!" Eric replied.

What could be more perfect than getting a lot of money and being with your own aircraft manufacturer?

However……

Eric asked dubiously: "I, can I... come back alive?"

"Of course!" Charles raised his eyebrows. He raised his head and turned his gaze to Fisher: "Major, can you gather the pilots together? We need to formulate a combat plan!"

"Yes, sir!"

As soon as Verscher walked out of the door, a signal soldier came in and reported: "Sir, the Congreve rocket you need has been delivered!"

Charles nodded: "Put the rocket in the warehouse and send someone to keep it!"

"Yes, sir!"

Just as the communications trooper was about to go out, Charles added another order: "Pick out a batch of rockets that are in good condition!"

"Okay, sir!"

When Eric heard the term "Congreve Rocket", he seemed to know Ciel's intention. He nodded slightly, believing that Ciel did not buy his life with money, although there was still danger.

"I don't know how to thank you, little guy!" Eric said with some hesitation on his face: "You are very generous, as others said, you are a conscientious capitalist. But... I am not worth the money, I just An alcoholic, so you don’t need to do this..."

"No, Uncle Eric!" Charles interrupted him with a firm tone: "You are worth so much money, you just don't know it!"

Said Charles, he raised his chin towards the contract in his hand: "Major Fusher's office should have a typewriter, you can go and retype a contract, it won't take much time to sign the contract!"

Eric stared at the contract in his hand, he suddenly thought, if he died, would he not have to pay back the money he owed to the bank capitalists?

Selling the aircraft factory to pay off the debt, wouldn't it be transferring the debt to Charles?

Thinking of this, Eric gently tore the contract into pieces and said to Charles, who was puzzled:

"Don't worry, little guy!"

"You believe in me so much, of course I believe in you too!"

"If I can come back alive, we will consider the issue of buying and selling. Otherwise, I believe you will take good care of my family!"

Charles was a little anxious. He did "believe in Eric", but Charles really wanted an aircraft factory. If Eric didn't sign the contract and didn't come back alive, the aircraft factory would be taken away by the bank!

"Uncle Eric..." Charles hoped he could change his mind.

But Eric's attitude was very firm: "It's settled, little guy! Now, tell me, what should I do?"

"Okay!" Charles was a little frustrated.

But Eric was very moved by this.

What a kind child, he was eager to hand the money to me, just to help me pay off my debts. He must not want to see me leave this world with worries and regrets.

No, little guy, leaving this world with money owed to bank capitalists is not called worry, that is the only thing I can be proud of!