Building a Conglomerate in Another World-Chapter 73: I Want In!

By the next morning, Charles Fitzwilliam arrived at the Hesh Factory, eager to see the marvel that Amber had described so vividly. His carriage pulled up at the factory gates, where workers were already busy with their morning routines. The air was crisp, and a thin layer of frost clung to the ground. Charles stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the sprawling complex for any signs of the invention that had captivated his thoughts all night.

Matthew, alerted by one of the factory guards, emerged from the workshop, wiping his hands on a rag. He greeted Charles with a firm handshake.

"Charles," Matthew said warmly, "you’re up early. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Charles wasted no time. "Amber has told me about your flying machine. I’m here to see it for myself. Is it ready for another demonstration?"

Matthew smiled but raised a hand. "It’s not quite that simple, Charles. The Flyer needs to be refueled, and we’ll need to run some checks before it’s safe for another flight. That will take some time."

Charles waved off the concern. "I’ll wait. I’m not leaving here without seeing this thing in action."

Matthew nodded, appreciating the man’s determination. "Fair enough. Let’s head to the airfield while the team prepares everything."

At the airfield, the Flyer stood proudly in the center, its sleek design a testament to Matthew’s ingenuity. Charles circled the aircraft, inspecting every detail—the polished radial engine, the sturdy yet lightweight wings, and the carefully crafted propeller.

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"This is extraordinary," Charles muttered, almost to himself. "You’ve created something that looks both elegant and powerful."

Matthew joined him, gesturing toward the engine. "It’s not just about appearances, Charles. Every element of this machine has been designed with purpose. The radial engine provides reliable thrust, the wings generate lift with minimal drag, and the lightweight frame ensures it’s agile in the air."

As the ground crew began refueling the Flyer, Matthew explained the process. "We use a specially refined fuel mixture to maximize efficiency. It’s not as dense as what we use in automobiles, but it burns cleaner and delivers consistent power."

Charles watched as the crew worked methodically, his curiosity growing. "How long before it’s ready?"

"About an hour," Matthew replied. "We’ll need to check the engine and control surfaces after refueling to make sure everything is in top condition."

"I’ll wait," Charles said firmly, crossing his arms. "This is worth every second."

An hour later, the Flyer was ready. The ground crew signaled to Matthew that all systems were clear. He climbed into the cockpit, adjusting his goggles and giving the crew a thumbs-up. The propeller was cranked, and the engine roared to life, its sound cutting through the crisp morning air.

Charles stood with Amber at the edge of the field, his eyes fixed on the Flyer as it began to roll forward. The aircraft picked up speed, the propeller spinning into a blur, until finally, the wheels lifted off the ground. The Flyer ascended gracefully, carving through the sky with an ease that seemed almost unreal.

"It’s incredible," Charles said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I’d see something like this in my lifetime."

Amber beamed, her father’s awe matching her own from the day before. "Matthew makes the impossible possible, doesn’t he?"

The Flyer banked left, then right, demonstrating its maneuverability. Matthew brought it into a gentle climb before leveling off, circling the airfield with precision. After several minutes, he began his descent, the aircraft touching down smoothly and rolling to a stop in front of the waiting crowd.

Matthew climbed out of the cockpit, his face flushed with exhilaration. He approached Charles, who was still staring at the Flyer, his expression a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

"Well?" Matthew asked, a slight grin on his face. "What do you think?"

Charles turned to him, his eyes wide. "You’ve done it, Matthew. You’ve created something that will change the world. Tell me—do you plan to sell these machines?"

"Yes," Matthew replied confidently. "But not just one design. Just like with automobiles, I plan to develop different types of aircraft for different purposes—commercial transport, military applications, and specialized uses like aerial surveying."

Charles nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "The potential is staggering. If you need funding or connections, I’ll back you fully. Whatever it takes to make this vision a reality."

Matthew smiled, appreciating the offer. "Thank you, Charles. But truthfully, I don’t need a significant investment. Hesh Motors is generating more than enough revenue to fund this project. That said, I’d like to offer you something else."

Charles raised an eyebrow. "I’m listening."

"For the sake of partnership and the value your experience and connections bring, I’m willing to offer you a ten percent stake in the aviation division of Hesh Industries," Matthew said. "It’s not about the money—it’s about having someone I trust involved in this venture."

Charles extended his hand without hesitation. "You’ve got a deal, Matthew. Ten percent it is. And I’ll do everything in my power to help you succeed."

Matthew shook his hand firmly. "Then let’s get to work. The sky isn’t just the limit—it’s the next frontier."

As they walked back toward the workshop, discussing plans for scaling production and reaching international markets, Amber followed, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that between Matthew’s genius and her father’s business acumen, the future of aviation was in very capable hands.

Back in Matthew’s office at the Hesh Factory, a formal agreement was being drawn up. The desk was cleared of clutter, replaced by a fresh sheet of parchment and pen.

Charles Fitzwilliam sat across from Matthew, and Matthew began. "I’ve outlined the terms of our partnership here. Ten percent of the aviation division’s equity in exchange for your involvement and connections."

Charles leaned forward, scanning the document. "It’s a fair agreement, Matthew. You’ve already achieved so much on your own, but with a venture like this, partnerships are essential. This will ensure both the stability and growth of the division."

Matthew nodded. "Exactly. I want this to remain a collaborative effort, one that balances innovation with strategic expansion. Your name carries weight, Charles. Having you as a partner will open doors that might otherwise take years to access."

Matthew handed the pen to Charles. "Shall we make it official?"

Without hesitation, Charles took the pen, and signed the document.