WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

The bidding meeting ended, and Sean had dinner with Marshall that evening. The two had a very pleasant conversation.

Sean was nicknamed the darling of the U.S. Army because of his relationship with Army Chief of Staff Marshall.

Aside from the recent clash between Sean and Italy, the Los Angeles Times has published almost no commentary.

O'Connor sat behind his desk, lost in thought, and smoked half a pack of cigarettes.

"How can we get Sean to be more proactive?"

"You mean writing a review?" the assistant asked, looking at his wicked boss.

"Yes, the Los Angeles Times needs Sean, but instead of doing his job properly, he went to participate in the War Department's bidding meeting."

"He's a critic." O'Connor roared in dissatisfaction, even pulling open his collar like a scoundrel, not at all like an upper-class elite.

"But Sean is also a businessman, and currently the only military contractor in the United States."

Damn it.

O'Connor glared at his assistant, telling him to shut up if he couldn't speak properly.

"What do you think about increasing Sean's royalties?" O'Connor asked, his gaze drifting toward his assistant.

"He's richer than you now. You're just an employee, he's the real boss."

"Shut up."

That's really upsetting. It seems like the small amount of money he gets from writing comments is completely unappealing, and this guy writes comments entirely based on his mood.

"Big news, big news, editor-in-chief, big news from Washington."

A reporter burst into the editor-in-chief's office.

"What news? Is there anything that can compare to the European war? That's what everyone wants to know."

O'Connor isn't interested. As for what exciting news there might be in China, the buzz will depend on Sean Wayne.

Look at that disdainful battle with the Italians and Mexicans, everyone is excited.

Even in Europe, the Los Angeles Times is being reprinted.

"It's Sean Wayne. Sean Wayne received orders to train the Army Airborne Forces and the Marine Corps."

The Army even called him its darling, which triggered a structural overhaul within the Army.

In fact, many military industrial companies at this bidding conference referred to Mr. Sean as the pioneer of the Sean Systematic Assembly Line and the designer of American industrial upgrading.

O'Connor froze. He walked over and grabbed the reporter. "What did you say? Say it again?"

The Army's Darling, Upgraded Designer? Sean's Systematic Assembly Line Model?

"Did I hear that right? I must have misheard. I believe you when you say he's the army's darling, but how did he become a designer for industrial upgrading? Are you kidding me?"

The reporter looked embarrassed. He gently pried open O'Connor's fingers and said, "I'm telling the truth, Sean is like a wizard."

"Hahahaha!" The evil businessman laughed maniacally, pointing at his assistant!

The assistant nodded happily, "Understood, leave room for tomorrow's front page."

"That's right!"

On the morning of June 11, 1940.

People were shocked when they learned that Germany had the power to conquer Western Europe after entering Paris yesterday.

But today I suddenly discovered even more explosive news.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Sean Wayne, a darling of the U.S. Army, has been granted a joint training program with the Navy and the Army."

Sean Wayne proposed the Sean Systematic Assembly Line Production Model, which would greatly enhance America's industrial production capacity, resulting in more goods and more jobs.

"Oh my god, thank you, Sean!"

Many people shouted when they heard there would be more jobs.

They excitedly picked up the newspaper.

Sean Wayne, the darling of the U.S. Army

Sean Wayne, the initiator of the U.S. Army's transformation

[Sean Wayne, the pioneer of Sean's systematic assembly line production model]

[Sean Wayne, the designer of America's industrial upgrading.]

Sean Wayne, Sean Wayne, it's still Sean Wayne.

After a few days of silence, legendary commentator Sean Wayne is back in action across America.

"Is Sean Wayne really that amazing?"

"Yes, you have no doubt about it, he's like a wizard."

"Oh my God."

Sean has now become the number one influencer in the United States, even surpassing Roosevelt.

The Los Angeles Times has figured out the secret to this sales phenomenon. O'Connor was laughing hysterically in his office. "Today, we're selling like hotcakes again!"

Washington, D.C., the White House.

After finishing his meeting in the Oval Room, Roosevelt looked at today's newspaper.

"Sean Wayne, I know him. I really want to meet this amazing young man. What do you think about inviting him to be my security consultant?"

Are you serious? You're not serious, are you?

Many of the staff members were dumbfounded.

"Okay, I was just kidding."

The other staff members breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Berlin, Germany, noon.

A group of army soldiers at the Supreme Command looked at the message sent by the United States.

General Yodl, his face full of disdain, put down the telegram in his hand. "How can Lord Sean be a favorite?"

Count Manstein nodded in agreement. "This is an insult. America's short-sighted vision is simply incapable of recognizing Lord Sean's immense potential."

"Yes, His Excellency Sean is the father of the future German army."

Darling? What the hell?

What kind of evaluation is this? The German Army's evaluation is the only fair and rigorous one.

General Erich made the final assessment that the German Army is now frantically strengthening its communication and command chain, as well as the fire support at the grassroots level, to avoid tactical delays caused by layers of reporting and to enhance timeliness.

Strive to achieve the discovery-destruction principle of Shawn's theory.

That was an overwhelming and powerful war concept, and the German army would become incredibly strong.

Yes, the U.S. Army does the same thing.

Göring listened to the army's disdain and muttered to himself.

He had seen women fight over men, but he had never seen soldiers fight over men.

Looking at the US Army, the German Army exuded a strong sense of sourness.

"Sir Sean is an American hero in Germany."

Many army generals nodded in agreement.

This is a consensus across Germany, and even ordinary people on the streets of Berlin know it.

Look at them.

Goring straightened his clothes, walked to the corner and poured himself a drink. These guys are so sour.

Søren Wernborg was the father of the German Luftwaffe's rapid reaction forces—not the future, but the present.

Göring wore a smug smile.

I was right to have good judgment!

Only one person wasn't smiling: SS Himmler. You all have your reasons, but what about me?

I'm the only one who doesn't!

Those bastards!

Sean seems to have the least close relationship with them.

That won't do. Hillam walked out of the command headquarters meeting room with a serious expression, his hands behind his back.

"Hausel".

"Yes, Your Excellency." The future deputy commander, Hauser, could tell that his boss was not in a good mood.

"Prepare the gifts."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Sean got up and ate breakfast, while Monroe and Jason went to the park near Capitol Hill.

Hanni walked in mysteriously.

"Have you had breakfast yet? If not, we can have it together." Sean ate the Brazilian barbecue that the hotel had delivered.

"Not yet, I have something to report."

"Tell me, has the War Department agreed to sell the military base to me?"

"No." Hanni pulled out two exquisite red wooden boxes.

The familiar packaging, the familiar colors.

Sean dropped his knife and fork onto his plate.

"Are you all out of your minds? Absolutely! Posting again?"