Bicangxi Training Base.
While calmly sipping coffee, Shire flipped through the intelligence from Paris, occasionally nodding lightly, a satisfied smile on his lips.
After dropping the "Meuse River Crisis" bombshell, capitalists and individual investors couldn't hold on any longer, asset prices tumbled in response.
But Shire wasn't in a hurry to buy; he planned to let the situation unfold a bit longer.
Tijani's focus was on the battle at the Nancy defense line, though he didn't seem anxious.
"I just want to know what you're plotting," Tijani glanced at Shire not far away.
"What?" Shire didn't lift his head, asking casually.
Tijani waved the telegram in his hand, feigning a look of horror:
"God, at the current speed of the Germans, in just two days they could capture Reims and surround us."
"What should we do? Surrender?"
Then he changed his expression: "Or perhaps, the great 'French Mars,' the people's hero, is seizing this chance to 'profit'?"
Shire chuckled silently.
