Steel Wing Iron Cavalry

No system, pure time travel, relying on intelligence and knowledge to control the situation, do not enter if you do not like it.
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The protagonist travels to the Republic of France and becomes a quasi-rich third generation in a family of agricultural tractors.

Unfortunately, it is near Paris. The Germans will soon come here, and to preserve the family, France must be saved.

Gallieni: "God, the enemy actually presented their flank to us!"

Xia Fei: "This can't be true, could it be a trap?"

Protagonist: "The food is ready, go ahead, do I need to feed it to your mouth?"

German Army: "Is this a tractor factory? What are these steel monsters that are impervious to knives and guns?"

I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France

Gallieni glanced at the quotation sheet. A grenade was priced at 2 francs, making ten thousand grenades only twenty thousand francs. Without a second thought, he signed his name.


He didn't realize he had fallen into the price trap set by Shire:


The cost of producing a wooden-handle grenade was very cheap. Moreover, Saint-Étienne had ready-made powder, carpentry, and molding production lines. Piecing them together, a grenade factory quickly took shape.


Therefore, the final cost of a grenade was only around 35 centimes. Following the usual practice of doubling the price, selling it for 75 centimes would be enough, still ensuring a 100% profit.


But Shire knew Gallieni had no concept of grenades. Otherwise, he wouldn't have casually mentioned "ten thousand grenades" previously.


It wasn't a matter of "ten thousand grenades," but rather the consumption of several million, or even tens of millions of grenades per month.


Chapter 149 Price Trap