gnovel There were also many trolls during the 82nd World War.
There were also many trolls during the 82nd World War.
Damn it.
Sean rubbed his eyes. He didn't have to work today, so he could sleep in. It was a familiar feeling, a familiar smell, except for the unfamiliar bed.
Sean sat up in bed, put on his shoes, and opened the door.
Landlord Mr. Jensen had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the landlord.
He was holding a newspaper, wearing a shirt, and dressed very smartly. This middle-aged white man was still single.
The landlord was carrying a carton of milk, looking around.
"Mr. Jason, I only have $29. If I give it all to you, I might not have money for food this month." Sean was a little embarrassed. Life is full of helplessness, isn't it?
The monthly rent was only $22. At that time, the economy was in the aftermath of the Great Depression, housing prices remained low, and rents continued to decline.
A new house in Los Angeles might only cost $4000, but a month's rent would still be a huge burden for Sean.
"Okay, give me $10 first, no less. You know, Sean, my apartment rent arrears rate is as high as 30 percent."
I also need to pay taxes, and if the rent isn't enough to cover those taxes, the apartment might be mortgaged.
"So you reduced maintenance and management, and now my bathroom faucet is broken again."
"Okay, I'll fix it for you."
After saying that, Jason handed over the milk in his hand.
What's going on? Sean was a little confused.
Jason walked into Sean's room on his own. "I read your comment."
They were just visiting and chatting. Can't radio and television these days entertain the public? Let them stay home and not disturb their neighbors' sleep.
"Do you really think Poland will collapse in a week? Although what you said about air superiority and integrated air-ground warfare is very insightful, I think war is a battle of people. If Poland has enough manpower, it still has the strength to resist."
For the sake of the milk, I'll have a chat with you.
"War is a battle of people, not a battle of numbers. I mean, it's not a pure contest of numbers, unless the population difference between the two sides is so great that casualties can be disregarded. In short, charge, use a massive number of people to wear down the enemy's manpower."
Otherwise, given the significant disparity in tactical equipment...
The continuous fighting will tire the soldiers and may even demoralize them.
Is it really as you say?
Jensen himself remained reserved about his own views, not to mention others.
Okay, this conversation is getting boring.
Sean stopped the conversation.
"Germany will launch an attack from two directions."
Army Group North will advance into Poland from East Prussia. Army Group South will launch an attack on Poland from within Germany, and together they will capture Warsaw.
Good heavens. How did you figure that out?
Jason looked at Sean with curiosity.
"This is based on inference from geographical location."
After Sean finished speaking, he opened the milk and took a sip. I won't tell you that it was something I heard in a documentary I've watched countless times.
"Okay, how do you know the models of German tanks and aircraft? They weren't mentioned in the newspapers."
This is also what the documentary says.
"I usually keep an eye on European publications."
"You are very knowledgeable."
Haha!
Sean tilted his head. "I accept this compliment."
"Britain and France are likely to take action."
"Yes, they will make Germany withdraw from Poland within 48 hours."
That's right, that's what Jason wanted to know, and that's what everyone thought too; Britain and France wouldn't stand idly by.
Sean gave the landlord $10 and planned to go shopping. He temporarily solved his financial problem; the house couldn't just be filled with beans.
Jason took his tools and started fixing the faucet for Sean, intending to chat with him while he did so.
But in the blink of an eye, this guy disappeared.
Arriving at Abbotson Grocery Store near Union Station, this now-second-largest retailer in the U.S. still operates in a similar convenience store format.
Sean was somewhat moved that a small convenience store could later become a supermarket giant.
The changes of the times are always surprising.
With a jingle, the copper bell on the door frame rang melodiously the moment the door was opened.
The sales clerks at the counter also perked up.
"Hi Sean." The convenience store clerk, a woman in her early thirties, pointed to the shelf behind her as soon as she saw Sean. "We have cheap canned goods today."
"Yeah?"
Sean walked to the back shelf and touched the shelves at random. There were peaches, pineapples, and familiar beans and corn.
Is there no beef?
My mouth feels very bland lately.
"I want canned beef."
"That will have to wait until tomorrow. I heard that the most recent canned goods have been shipped to Europe, and various countries are stockpiling them."
In preparation for war.
Sean chuckled awkwardly. "Those cannery owners must be making a killing."
"Yeah, haha, I heard they're even planning to research instant rice."
Oh My God.
War is indeed the strongest catalyst for technological development.
Sean looked around and finally chose a chicken cutlet; the beef was too expensive.
He planned to treat himself, because in a few days, his life would change.
"Sean, have you read today's newspaper?"
The sales clerk looked up at Sean as she counted his items.
"newspaper?"
"Yes, there was a commentary in the New York Times that said you don't understand the situation, you're just talking big, and you just want to be famous, even if it's by using ridiculous lies. You want empty fame. The commentary also pointed out that Britain and France will not stand idly by while Germany acts and have already issued warnings."
Many people are discussing this matter, and the war may end at any time.
Britain and France might force Poland to make concessions in exchange for a German armistice.
Sean, are you really bragging?
Haha, am I bragging?
Britain and France do indeed like to do this: restricting one side while suppressing the other after the other takes action in order to achieve peace.
Sean knew that his comments would definitely be met with a lot of disapproval, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly.
Historically, Britain and France did indeed issue ultimatums, but in reality, they had no effect.
These people are still living in a dream.
How could Germany possibly give up?
"Is it a commentary in the New York Times?"
The sales clerk nodded. "Yes, Sean, you might be wrong this time, terribly wrong. Nobody likes war!"
Haha, yes, indeed nobody likes war.
But war is not subject to the will of ordinary people.
"But farmers and factory owners love war."
"Haha." The salesperson laughed. "Yes, they all say that war can revitalize the American economy."
That's how they are; they don't want war, but they're also thinking about profiting from it.
"That's right." What a prostitute loves most is a virtuous woman.
After paying, Sean picked up his food bag and returned to the apartment, where the other people gradually started to arrive.
Whenever they saw Sean, they always had a faint smile on their faces.
"Sean, Britain and France have issued a warning that Germany has no choice but to retreat if it does not want to face simultaneous attacks from two major powers."
"Yes, Britain is, after all, the most powerful country in the world, with a land area four times the size of the United States."
That's true now, but it might not be in the future.
But Sean couldn't refute what the other person said.
Stereotypes!
This is really a very annoying thing.
You're wrong this time.
"Sean, choose a suitable topic for your next prediction."
Hold.
It seems they all agree with the New York Times' view that they are exaggerating.
Okay, Sean isn't going to hold back his quick temper.
He returned to his apartment and picked up a pen and paper.
The last thing Europe wanted to see when Germany attacked Poland was Britain and France, who issued warnings.
However, I believe this is a pointless approach.
In order to concentrate its forces, Germany launched an unprecedented battle.
A total of 160 million troops, thousands of tanks, and thousands of aircraft were deployed.
They launched attacks from both East Prussia and the mainland.
This was a long-planned military operation.
It is not something we can give up on easily.
In my opinion, the German army will end the battle in a crushing fashion; they will not give up the food at their doorstep, and Britain and France will be powerless to stop them.
If their threats were effective, Germany wouldn't have repeatedly challenged their bottom line, annexing the Sudetenland, devouring Czechoslovakia, and taking over Austria. Germany would have already tasted the sweetness of war.
They won't give up; tomorrow is the final 48-hour timeline.
We'll wait and see.
After fixing the faucet, the landlord, who was watching Sean write an article, wanted to have a chat.
Sean had already gotten up and left the apartment.
When he arrived at the Los Angeles Times, the receptionist greeted him happily.
"Hey Sean, wanna submit something today?"
"Yes, please give this to Mr. O'Connor for me."
"You are a very diligent critic."
I need to eat too. An article costs $3, so I have to write every day unless the price goes up.
Perhaps prices will rise soon.
Sean chuckled softly.
The receptionist quickly came upstairs with Sean's article in her hand.
In the editor-in-chief's office, O'Connor was reading the New York Times article with great satisfaction and laughing heartily.
"It seems someone really is attacking Sean." The assistant glanced at the newspaper and suddenly noticed his boss's extremely pleased expression. "What are you plotting now, you wicked businessman?"
O'Connor clasped his hands together and placed his legs on the boss's desk. "The New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and the Washington Post are some of the largest newspapers in the United States."
Now, Sean's story has sparked a debate among us and readers of The New York Times.
Isn't this a good thing?
"Good news?"
"The number of readers is fixed; the pie is only so big. If we want to become the best newspaper, we need to attract readers from other publications."
With topics and debates, plus predictions, whoever can be more accurate will attract more readers.
O'Connor licked his lips, a sinister smile on his face.
The assistant seemed to sense a conspiracy. "So?"
"So I'm waiting for them to build momentum."
dong dong dong.
"Come in."
The receptionist cautiously entered the office. "Boss, Mr. Sean has a new commentary article."
Give it to me.
After reading Sean's article, O'Connor excitedly pumped his fist and laughed. "Haha. Tomorrow, a new era will begin."
"Really?" The assistant frowned after reading Sean's comments. "His analysis makes a lot of sense, but nothing is absolute. The European environment is much more complicated than we imagine."
"No, what he said is very likely true. He is not a politician, so his perspective on issues is simpler and more direct."
This military operation was indeed premeditated, and their cowardice was already evident when Germany repeatedly provoked Britain and France.
Don't forget that Degu had signed an agreement with the North before the attack.
Poland also has conflicts with the north.
As editor-in-chief, O'Connor's keen senses detected the undercurrent of conspiracy in the air.
Germany is not without a backup plan; they came prepared.
"so?"
"Send it out, it'll be on the front page tomorrow, and then add Germany's stance tomorrow. Sean, he may have guessed right again, a legendary commentator is about to rise."
This time we'll give him five dollars.