WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

42 Mr. Sean, your world-famous painting has arrived.

After a day of chatting, Sean returned to his room, exhausted.

He did nothing, yet he was always surrounded by people.

Everyone wants to ask questions.

I just casually glanced at the weapons exhibition.

Las Vegas has no casino hotels now, what a golden age for investment, but unfortunately I don't have the money.

Otherwise, with the influence of the Rifle Association, they might be able to persuade the mayor of Las Vegas to grant them a gambling license.

It's heartbreaking; I feel like I missed out on a fortune.

Sean tossed and turned in bed. A lucrative business opportunity was right in front of him, but he had no bullets.

How about we mortgage Archduke Ferdinand's castle?

In any case, given the future status of Czechoslovakia, my private castle might get confiscated.

Sean became increasingly depressed, feeling like he had lost another hundred million.

December 1940, 4

A ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and fell directly on Sean's face.

The warmth quickly turned into roasting.

Opening his eyes, the critic, who had been feeling melancholy all night, took a deep breath and went into the bathroom.

He's come to terms with it; if he has something, he has it; if he doesn't, he doesn't. He doesn't necessarily have to be a tycoon.

After washing up, Sean happily counted the $14000 sent by several manufacturers. "This event was worthwhile; I can coast along for a while longer."

"Big news, big news! The Battle of the Norwegian Sea: the British Royal Navy annihilates the German fleet."

Britain recaptured Narvik.

Meanwhile, a joint French-Polish force had been formed, and the French 1st Alpine Division was about to be deployed to Norway.

Almost a week has passed, and after the first day of the airdrop, neither the German army nor the German navy has achieved much.

The German Navy appears to be locked in a war of attrition with the British Royal Navy.

Sean already knew all this information. The only bright spot for the German Navy was that, by sheer luck, they encountered the aircraft carrier Glorious, which had only two escort ships, and sank it during the withdrawal of the British and French expeditionary forces.

Sean pushed open the door and saw many people holding newspapers. They looked at him as if they wanted to have a long chat.

No way, I was sick of talking about it yesterday.

Sean, along with Hannie and Monroe, left the Nevada Club. They ate breakfast outside, figuring they should explore the area since they'd come all this way.

Martin kept looking for Sean during the shooting competition, but unfortunately, he had already slipped away.

Sean drove to the Khufu Dam, and the three of them happily took photos on the dam.

At that moment, a telegram sent the Los Angeles Times commentary to Germany.

Manstein and a group of army generals looked at the commentary that O'Connor had written on their behalf.

"Sean Wayne predicted that we would be locked in a protracted war in Norway, and so far it seems to have been very accurate. We are under great logistical pressure, our powerful army is unable to land effectively in Norway, and our navy has failed."

"I didn't believe Manstein when he said he was a genius, but now he says we might shift our focus to gain a strategic advantage over Norway. Haha, that's exactly what you planned."

Rommel smiled as he put down the article he was holding.

"Yes, a terrible man, he guessed my lewd plans," Manstein said with a wry smile.

"If he's our opponent, we're like we're naked. I've even imagined how we'd fight against a guy like Sean Wayne; it seems like he knows everything we do. It's too brutal."

"So, are we still going to stick to the plan?" Guderian asked, looking at the two of them.

"Yes, the Supreme Command has made the decision. Now, everyone prepare yourselves. Next month, we will simultaneously attack Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, and France."

"But France?" Although they are strong, the French army is equally powerful.

"We have contacted Italy and hope to cooperate in this operation."

O'Connor of the Los Angeles Times twisted his body in his office as he heard the news that the newspaper needed to be reprinted.

His assistant could tell from his flamboyant demeanor that he was in a good mood.

"Sean's prediction has once again drawn attention."

"It should be a hot topic!" O'Connor paused, raising his index finger to his assistant. "There are three topics the public is currently discussing."

When did Germany conquer Norway?

After the defeat of the German Navy, could Germany still achieve a complete victory?

Will Germany, as Schoon suggests, shift its focus to gain a strategic advantage?

The first question has shaken most people's resolve, because apart from its impressive performance at the start of the war, Germany seems to be in a slump, and is now divided into two factions, arguing endlessly.

Only a small minority of people are considering Sean's statement: Will Germany attack other countries?

"I heard that after Sean's comments were published, the Belgian envoy has already traveled to Paris and London."

"Haha, yes, his influence in Europe is growing. Will Sean create another miracle? We just have to wait and see."

The hunting festival ended, and Sean did not meet with MacArthur again. The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding: if they couldn't stand each other, they would simply avoid each other.

Sean drove into California and made a brief stop in Sacramento, the state capital.

A week had passed by the time I got home.

Upon entering the lobby on the first floor, Sean noticed six more white men in the apartment. They were tall and muscular, with sharp eyes, and their movements revealed some deliberate changes.

This is a group of soldiers.

"Sean, this is Heidel, a Czech. He immigrated to Los Angeles because his homeland was occupied by Germany. He and some fellow countrymen wanted to rent a house. Since you weren't here these past few days, I prepared the contract for you. They have already signed it and paid the rent."

Jason, who was in the first room by the main entrance, saw Sean and immediately came out of his room.

"A new tenant?"

"Yes, and they paid six months' rent." Jason handed the money to Sean.

"Thanks."

Sean picked up the contract and glanced at it. Jason was an old hand; there were almost no problems.

He signed his name on the contract.

"Sir, I heard about you when I was in Europe. It's a pleasure to be your neighbor."

Heidel speaks fluent English.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Let's have a get-together sometime to welcome our new neighbor."

"Thank you, sir." After Heidett finished speaking, Hanni gave him a fierce look.

Your Mightiness?

Haha, Sean walked upstairs with a smile on his face.

Most strangers would address him as "sir" rather than "yours."

As Sean stepped into his long-missed home, he sighed, and six more people joined him.

Okay, let's clean the room first. Just as I picked up the mop, Hanni walked in mysteriously, carrying a picture frame wrapped in newspaper behind her.

"Sir, your gift has arrived! Oh, it's a famous Norwegian painting!"

Sean held up his index finger at Hanni. "Shh, are you crazy? What? My gift? What does a famous Norwegian painting have to do with me?"

"This is a gift from the Norwegian royal family to Berlin, and they chose one for you. As an American hero of the empire, even the senior engineers in those military-industrial enterprises are amazed by your wisdom. They feel that it would be a desecration of knowledge for someone like you not to receive honors."

Are they crazy? Have the engineers gone mad too? What kind of worship is this?

Sending gifts again? Is the Supreme Command also joining in this nonsense?