I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France - Chapter 627

The Minister of the Navy frowned slightly when he heard this, “Damn it Ciel, every invention has your shadow.”

However, he remained calm and asked in a calm tone: “You mean, the property rights of the ‘echo detector’ have not been applied for yet?”

“No, it has been applied for.” Professor Fussenden replied: “It is only not made public because it is related to national security.”

The Secretary of the Navy asked again: “Does the property owner have Shire?”

Professor Fossenden was silent for a while before replying: “No, no. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, the property owner is only me.”

Charles is now an adult and must come in person to sign the industrial property rights.

As for Charles, who spent most of his time on the front lines commanding operations, he could not abandon the battle and rush back from the front lines just to sign property rights.

“That’s no problem.” The Navy Minister smiled again: “Only property rights documents are legally recognized, and we can ignore some unnecessary factors.”

This means that Ciel can be excluded.

“No, General.” Professor Fessenden replied: “I can’t do that. As I said, the property rights belong to Shire. I know it, Shire knows it, and everyone in the laboratory knows it.”

The Navy Minister didn’t say anything. He just raised his chin towards the staff officer standing beside him.

The staff officer understood and took out a filled check from his briefcase and handed it to Professor Fussenden.

Professor Fessenden glanced at the amount and was stunned for a moment. He even suspected that he had seen it wrong, so he moved closer with his glasses. Yes, it was 20 million US dollars.

God, this money is enough for him to live a luxurious life for a lifetime, or to build his own laboratory and conduct his own research.

Professor Fossenden’s breathing became faster involuntarily, and his eyes stayed on the amount of the check, unable to move for a long time, as if it had some kind of magic power.

The admiral added: “Considering that you are an American citizen, we have decided to trade in US dollars. Are you satisfied?”

“Of course, General,” replied Fossenden.

The United States is a neutral country and its currency has always been stable.

However, Professor Fessenden knew that this contained a hint: if Fessenden was worried about Charles’ retaliation and suppression, he could sell the patent and return to the United States to live.

Professor Fusenden hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the admiral in confusion: “But I don’t understand, general. Charles is a French general, and his equipment belongs to France. Why do you…”

“This is none of your business, Professor,” the Admiral interrupted Professor Fossenden.

The admiral tapped his finger on the check and emphasized: “This is just a transaction. You pay the money and deliver the goods, that’s all.”

As he spoke, the Admiral had a hint of menace in his eyes, as if he was telling Professor Fossenden: There are some things you don’t need to know, and that won’t do you any good.

Professor Fossenden seems to understand something but not yet. He has never cared about politics and only knows how to immerse himself in research.

But he knew one thing. Selling industrial property rights might be detrimental to Ciel, or even betraying Ciel.

He glanced at the check reluctantly and shook his head with difficulty: “Sorry, General, I can’t do this.”

The admiral looked surprised. He stared at Professor Fussenden. After a while, he seemed to understand: “Is it because of money? Give me a number.”

“No, it’s not about money,” Professor Fossenden replied.

“What’s that for?” The admiral looked at Fossenden in confusion.

“It’s because of development, General.” Professor Fussenden replied: “By cooperating with Charles, you can get many things that cannot be bought with money.”

The admiral narrowed his eyes: “For example?”

“Creativity, platform, talent, and many more.” Professor Fussenden became more and more determined: “These cannot be bought with money, and I firmly believe that I can get more, including money, by continuing to cooperate with Shire.”

While working at the Brest shipyard, Professor Fossenden came into contact with the new torpedoes proposed by Charles. Coupled with the countless equipment invented by Charles, Professor Fossenden thought that he would continue to work with Charles. Cooperation, his research will not stop at the “echo sounder”.

For a scientist, the most distressing thing is often not money, but creativity.

But Shire is a “golden mountain” of creativity!

The admiral seemed to understand. He sighed softly, asked the staff officer to put away the check, and handed Professor Fussenden a business card: “You don’t need to reply to me right away, professor. If you change your mind one day, please call me at any time.” ”

“Thank you.” Fossenden shook the Admiral’s hand.

But when he accepted the business card, he had already made up his mind that he would never make this call.

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In the evening of that day, the British Navy came to the door, and it was General Winter who came to discuss the same issue of industrial property rights.

General Winter tried to confuse Fossenden in another way.

“Perhaps you know a little bit, Professor.” General Winter was very relaxed. He drank coffee and chatted with Fussenden: “Char and I have known each other for a long time. We can even be said to be comrades-in-arms. We were in the Dardanelles Strait.” , I was the fleet commander at the time.”

“I’ve heard about that battle.” Fessenden’s eyes were filled with admiration.

People who have never been on the battlefield always view war with a romantic tone, or think that it is a symbol of courage.

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General Winter followed Fossenden’s words and said:

“Although we lost that battle, Ciel won.”

“I even regret not listening to Ciel’s advice from the beginning, otherwise we might have won this war.”

“A very amazing person, isn’t he?”

Professor Versenden nodded repeatedly: “Yes, there are legends about him everywhere.”

“No, no, that’s not a legend, professor.” General Winter sighed from the bottom of his heart: “Those are real things, they are facts!”

The two had a good chat, and General Winter and Versenden found a common topic.

What Versenden didn’t know was that General Winter had implanted an impression in Versenden’s subconscious mind: General Winter was a good friend of Charles, a fan of Charles, and an admirer of Charles, and such a person would not do anything that was detrimental to Charles.

After chatting for more than half an hour, General Winter saw that the time was almost right and made a seemingly reasonable suggestion:

“I know you will not sell the industrial property rights of the ‘echo sounder’, professor.”

“So we just hope to obtain its production license.”

“You know why this is the case. Britain is an ally of France. We can fight German submarines together with the French Navy.”

“There is no doubt that this will reduce Charles’ burden and end this terrible war faster. What do you think?”

In the last sentence, General Winter raised it to the level of “contributing to human peace.”

He knew that this was what most scientists liked to hear the most, and they always hoped to leave their names in history.

Fersenden almost agreed.

He had no reason to refuse. He could gain fame and profit without selling property rights.

But at this moment, Charles pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in: “Sorry, General, this is a state secret. We will not trade with anyone!”