novelAbuy 24 As the new year of 1940 arrived, where were the Sean people?
24 As the new year of 1940 arrived, where were the Sean people?
Sean accepted the castle, and for a while afterward he did nothing because he was being scrutinized too much by the Germans, which wasn't a good thing.
For a period of time, he worked out every day and took Marilyn Monroe on trips around the country.
He hadn't written a comment yet, but the wicked businessman from the Los Angeles Times kept urging him on.
But Sean remained unmoved; he planned to lay low for a while, since the big things wouldn't happen until next year anyway.
That damn woman, Hanni, moved into the apartment.
Sean easily took out a $50,000 loan to buy the apartment and gave Jason $40,000.
He originally intended to mortgage the castle in the Czech Republic, because the castle might not be able to be retained due to the subsequent ownership of Czechoslovakia, but Citibank gave him a very high credit rating.
Sean was stunned when he saw the valuation.
Archduke Ferdinand's castle is worth $500 million.
This is worth 500 million from World War II; it will be worth at least tens of millions of dollars in the next century.
The bank manager even told him enviously that it was an antique castle, and because it was associated with historical figures, its appreciation potential would be very high in the future.
They were all too embarrassed to use it as collateral, so in the end Sean used the car as collateral.
The bank manager looked at him with envy once again.
"Sir, this car is custom-made. Mercedes-Benz Daimler only produced 27 of them. It's also fully bulletproof and worth 100,000. It's extremely collectible. Where did you purchase it?"
Sean was too embarrassed to say it.
"Sir, we need to know where the car came from."
"It was a gift from the German leader."
"Sir, please don't joke, you're joking, aren't you?" The manager looked at Sean expectantly, hoping to know his answer.
Sean gave an awkward smile and didn't say anything.
"Are you sure you're not kidding? Did Little Mustache give it to you?" The manager's expression changed.
"Yes, this is no joke."
"My God, please wait, this car can increase in value by another 20%."
Sean easily obtained the loan and bought the apartment. He wanted to kick Hanni out, but she signed a five-year lease.
"That stinky woman."
Marilyn Monroe would mutter curses every time she saw Hanni carrying freshly baked cookies around.
Sean and Monroe also moved to the big house on the third floor, and Hannie was right across the hallway, with the doors facing each other.
Time passed day by day.
December 1939, 10.
"Poland surrenders! Poland surrenders!" Newsboys waved their newspapers in the street.
"Sean Wayne's judgment was very accurate; Poland was defeated in less than two months."
"Yes, why haven't I seen any articles by Sean lately?"
"have no idea."
Upon hearing the news of Poland's surrender, O'Connor was as if he had seen a ghost. He remembered Sean saying that Poland would surrender on the 6th of next month. Yes, he had even guessed that day correctly. It was unbelievable. This guy was more like a wizard than a commentator.
November 30, 1939!
War broke out, and a powerful northern nation invaded Finland, resulting in heavy casualties.
Simo Häyhä, the White Death, set the world record for individual sniper kills.
Corpses lay strewn across the snow-covered ground, and it is said that even eighty years later, frozen corpses could still be unearthed.
Many people felt sorry for Finland after hearing about it; this is the fate of small countries.
Why hasn't Sean posted a comment?
"Yes, what will be the outcome of this war?"
Many people are discussing it.
Europe was in complete chaos, with war raging everywhere.
December 1939, 12.
In Sean's apartment, a Christmas tree was placed in the lobby on the first floor, with Marilyn Monroe hanging decorations.
The surrounding tenants were preparing food.
This was a Christmas feast for neighbors.
Merry Christmas, Dad.
"Merry Christmas."
Sean received a gift from Marilyn Monroe: a pair of knitted gloves with five fingers of equal length.
It was very uncomfortable to wear, but it was the first gift he had received since he traveled through time.
Finally, 1940 arrived.
Marilyn had grown taller, and Sean had become quite muscular. When Jason, who had just returned from Asia, saw Sean, he almost didn't recognize him.
Jensen obtained nylon manufactured by DuPont.
At Sean's suggestion, he planned to start a small factory with the money he had earned.
"Will the socks work?" Jason was still a little hesitant.
"Definitely," Sean said seriously, "but you should put on your stockings as soon as possible."
"Okay, I believe you, because you are the amazing Sean."
Walking down the street with Marilyn Monroe, the young father and daughter lived happily every day.
Gradually, Sean stopped hearing his name from people's mouths; he was completely forgotten.
"One tortilla, one fried chicken, and two Cokes," Marilyn said, buying food from a cart on Sofia Beach.
Sean, wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, was walking on the beach.
For the past six months, Sean has been unemployed and used the $20,000 he had to live the life he wanted to live as a stay-at-home dad.
Apart from Hanni occasionally bothering him, everything was harmonious.
"Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper? The latest news from Europe: the German fleet has appeared in Northern Europe, and Britain, France, and Poland have formed a joint force."
Turbulent times are rising again on the European continent.
It looks like Germany is about to take action.
Sean reached into his pocket, took out a dollar, and handed it to the other person.
"Thank you, sir. Here's your change, but I don't have enough; it's too much."
Sean took the newspaper and smiled. "Keep the change. Remember? Six months ago, you were selling newspapers at Union Station, and I didn't buy any."
The newsboy stared blankly at Sean, his gaze somewhat lost.
"It's okay, this is a newspaper I owe you. Use the extra to buy food."
"Thank you, sir."
The newsboy bowed happily and ran to the side.
Sean picked up the newspaper and started reading.
December 1940, 4.
A new war is about to begin.
Do you think Germany will attack Northern Europe?
"No, Germany has no need to attack the high ground now; its opponent is France."
"Norway is neutral."
Sean heard the familiar chatter again.
An unconscious smile played on his face.
Norway is indeed neutral, but it has iron sand.
The American public doesn't care enough about Europe. Churchill was far more insightful, laying minefields in the Norwegian Sea. Norway's strategic location is extremely important; controlling Norway would further deter the British Royal Navy and create a foothold for attacking the British mainland.
Unfortunately, just like himself, he was unable to convince those around him in Congress.
Because Finland sued for peace, the British and French expeditionary forces, which had originally intended to support Finland, no longer had a pretext to land in Norway and pass through it.
History is indeed unchangeable.
If Finland had held out for another month, and the British and French expeditionary forces had arrived, history might have taken a different turn.
Sean, carrying food, drove to the long-unseen Los Angeles Times building, where Marilyn Monroe was sitting on a sofa in the lobby eating a tortilla.
Sean glanced at the front desk as he ate.
"Hello sir."
"Where is the original lady?"
"She got married and resigned from her job."
I wish her happiness.
The new receptionist gave Sean a sweet smile. "Thank you. How can I help you?"
"fine."
Sean walked back to the sofa, where two young reporters were arguing.
"This time, Norway is different from Poland. Poland is a land country, while Germany has a powerful army with a large number of troops, but cross-sea operations are not an advantage for the army."
Norway is an island nation, and although its army has fewer than six divisions, it will be supported by the British Navy, and France and Poland have also formed a joint force, ready to land in Norway at any time.
The Royal Navy also has two aircraft carriers nearby, HMS Glory and HMS Ark.
"But Germany can send not only its army, but also its navy and air force. Once they land in Norway, the two Danish divisions will be unable to resist and will surrender in less than a day."
The reporter wearing a hat argued, his face flushed.
Upon hearing his words, Sean nodded slightly.
Denmark indeed surrendered in less than a day, without even a mobilization; there simply wasn't enough time.
Norway is a tough nut to crack and will never yield.
With the help of the Anglo-French allied forces, Norway was the country that held out the longest.
I persisted for two months.
"But Britain also has a powerful air force, and without naval support, the landing German forces would be isolated and helpless."
Other reporters disagreed, saying, "Sean said that we are now in the era of integrated warfare, and the army alone cannot win."
"The situation is different in Northern Europe and Poland; this time, Britain and France are serious."
"What do you think, sir?" The two reporters looked at Sean, who was standing to one side, at the same time.
"The fleet is at sea, and things at sea are unpredictable and there are no absolutes."
Judging from the balance of power this time, Germany will deploy a significant number of troops, and with the cooperation of the air force and navy, it will be a true triad operation involving land, sea and air.
Once war breaks out, the struggle for coastal ports will be extremely fierce.
"Sir, do you mean it's impossible to determine?"
The two reporters looked at Sean with curiosity.
"No, Germany will win the war."
The other reporter, blushing, shouted, "Impossible! What makes you say that?"
"Because there is a type of warfare called airborne assault, and there is another type of warfare that can achieve military objectives quickly and efficiently at minimal cost, which I call decapitation strikes."
When you discuss ports and naval warfare, you've overlooked a crucial location.
"What location?"
The two reporters looked completely bewildered; after all, they weren't military experts.
"Oslo. It's very close to the Norwegian royal family. Just parachute into Oslo, seize the airport, and use it as a base. Bang, game over."
German paratroopers did indeed land in Oslo, frightening the royal family into fleeing, but unfortunately they were not caught.
But Sean wasn't sure, because the German Air Force seemed to have changed.
He thought of the Wayne Assault Division, which was named after him.
Perhaps, perhaps history really will go astray.
"How is that possible?"
The two reporters didn't believe it. An airdrop? Paratroopers? What use could a couple hundred people be?
Sean smiled nonchalantly, though he wasn't really sure himself.
This is yet another cautious test of history.
"Marilyn Monroe, let's go."
"Sean, aren't you going to talk to their editor-in-chief?"
"No, thank you." Sean waved to Marilyn Monroe, and the two walked out of the building.
History may be flawed, and one's own predictions may be wrong.
The biggest cheat will be lost.
He needs to be sure, let's wait and see.
The reporter wearing the hat immediately blushed. "Haha, I won! It's Sean, Sean Wayne! He's here! He agreed with me! Germany will attack Norway, and might even win the war!"
"Sean Wayne? Just some military commentator, Sean Wayne?"
"Yes, it's him. He's back. He agrees with me. I'm going to win. Sean is a legend."