Gravedigger of the Empire

silence.

The room was silent.

Löw stood behind Kahn, looking at Daimler who seemed to be petrified, wondering what the man was thinking.

Albert remained silent, stunned by Kahn's extensive network of connections.

At first, he thought Kahn was just an officer with some connections.

But as time went on, he finally realized just how big a cake Kahn was holding.

The turnover of that flying club alone is astonishing enough.

If we also include Vic's factory, Kahn may have to allocate more than £50,000 a month.

Just doing the accounting for this lieutenant was enough to make his adrenaline boil.

Excitement, that's what he craves.

Now, he has witnessed Kahn's style of doing things firsthand.

Albert was even more excited!

Because he was almost certain that the financial empire he would need to manage in the future would be absolutely magnificent! Absolutely spectacular!

Time ticked by, but the room remained quiet.

Kahn didn't urge him; he was simply waiting for Daimler to speak.

After thinking for about five minutes, Daimler slowly asked, "If I agree, what other benefits are there?"

"If you encounter anything you can't handle in the future, you can come to me," Kahn said confidently.

Daimler leaned back in his chair and continued, "How can I trust you, Mr. Kahn? You can't just say a few words to me and take a tenth of my company's profits, can you?"

Ultimately, he and Benz were still somewhat "tech-savvy," as the automotive industry at that time hadn't yet become like it would be in the future.

This was a wild and primitive era. If you had skills and good ideas, you could gain the favor of the times and become a leader.

Later on, when everyone has the skills and ideas, the competition often turns to other things.

When an era arrives where marketing is more valuable than technology, it's hard to say whether it's tragic or laughable.

Kahn thought for a moment, then held up two fingers, giving his first promise: "Give me two days, and all the workers causing trouble outside will go back to work for you, and no one will bother you anymore."

"Recently, there have been some thugs calling themselves the 'Storm Troopers' who have been inciting trouble and assaulting people near our factory..." Daimler continued.

This is also a source of annoyance for him; those ignorant and incompetent guys are extorting and blackmailing people everywhere, and he's had enough of dealing with them.

Unlike Berlin, Stuttgart is closer to Munich, so it was more heavily influenced by the Workers' Party.

The SA, which was still relatively uncommon in Berlin, had already begun to cause trouble here.

But these despicable rioters posed no threat to Kahn; he was confident he could handle them.

So he readily agreed: "I'll have the soldiers of the 13th Infantry Regiment take good care of those little guys, so that they'll wake up terrified every time they dream of Daimler's trident."

Daimler nodded in satisfaction: "If you can handle these things, I'll give you one percent of the shares."

"An order for two hundred cars... I'll also provide that. The deposit is £10,000, which I can pay right now, but I can only settle the balance in five installments. This amount should be enough to solve your current difficulties." Kahn then took out another £10,000 as an "investment."

"Two percent." Daimler continued to increase his bet.

Kahn felt he could try harder, so he continued, "I have some friends in France who can get steel and rubber from me."

We have to go all out now; if we don't go all in now, we'll definitely regret it for the rest of our lives!

If you had the chance to buy Apple's initial public offering (IPO) stock, especially at a very low price... wouldn't you risk your life?

In this life, you won't discover your limits until you push yourself to the limit.

"Five percent." Daimler felt he had reached his limit.

If, if all of Kahn's promises are true, then Daimler can be saved!

The operational difficulties have been temporarily alleviated, the supply of raw materials has been secured, and some funds have been recovered...

Everything... is getting better?

"The remaining half?" Kahn had no intention of letting go of the other five percent.

He wanted one-tenth of Daimler-Benz's shares, not five percent!

Daimler let out a sigh of relief, essentially giving up the struggle: "If you can buy 1000 cars from me within a year, and guarantee that no one will bother my company, I will give you another five percent of the shares."

"Albert! Give the check to Mr. Daimler! Check his contract!" Kahn laughed and snapped his fingers.

Then he stood up and extended his hand: "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Daimler!"

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Kahn!" Daimler said somewhat reluctantly, but he still extended his hand and shook hands with Kahn.

"They're out!" The driver called out to Rommel, who was almost asleep, looking excitedly at the factory yard.

Rommel looked in the direction of the sound and saw Kahn leading Love out.

"Where is Mr. Albert?" Rommel asked curiously. There were three of them when they arrived, but only two left when they left.

Kahn answered flawlessly, "He needs to check the factory's land deeds, the company's accounts, and the equipment's maintenance status..."

"Huh?" Rommel didn't react.

"I invested in Daimler AG," Kahn said as if it were a trivial matter.

"Huh?" Rommel was shocked, his voice rising several octaves.

"Oh, right." Kahn suddenly stopped before getting into the car, turning back to look at Rommel: "You... 13th Infantry Regiment, are you interested in acquiring a few more vehicles?"

"Huh?" Rommel felt he had been using too many interjections lately.

"I'm giving you ten convertible Daimler limousines, specifically for your officers' use. No money required, it won't be on the records… Do you think your regimental commander will accept it?"

"Of course..." Rommel blurted out instinctively. Then, a little embarrassed, he quickly added, "Uh, I mean, he has no reason to refuse... but, Lieutenant Miles, what do we need to... do for this?"

"Anyone who harasses my company, disrupts my factory's production, or bullies my workers... is my enemy..." Kahn ignored Rommel's captain's rank, patted him on the shoulder like a leader: "I won't stay in Stuttgart. You, or rather your 13th Regiment, could you help me look after my company?"

"I understand, Miles..." Rommel nodded.

"You can call me Kahn," Kahn interrupted.

Rommel reorganized his words: "Understood, Lieutenant Kahn. I'll let those harassing Daimler know that Stuttgart is not a place for them to run rampant."