"You've been working hard lately!" Zhu Wencong handed Luo Xueqing a cup of coffee.
"With this, we've completed our wealth acquisition from France. I'm not sure if they'll resent us once the war is over.
In an era where capital reigns supreme, I think they'll only admire us more, and we'll have control over Paris's finances.
Do you really believe France has no chance to rise again? What if the French Army someday overtakes Prussia?
Prussia's so strong right now, I bet England wants to weaken them a bit!" Luo Xueqing remarked.
Zhu Wencong smiled slightly, France won't attack Prussia again; this war is the final battle.
The opportunity had already been given to France, but unfortunately, they've been pushed all the way to the gates of Paris by Prussia, and now they're busy with guerrilla warfare.
"Speaking of which, is the Prussian Army really determined to bombard Paris? The wealthy inside the city are terrified of this, Prussia's patience has worn thin.
