When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1123 World Expo

In early December 1456, the first snow in St. Regis arrived much earlier than the soothsayers had predicted.

As a result, the year-end bonuses of the entire weather divination department turned into snowflakes, falling from the leaden blue sky.

At first, it was just a few scattered snowflakes, but in less than half an hour, it turned into a blanket of snow falling everywhere.

By early the next morning, the spire of the Holy See was covered with a thick layer of snow, as if it were wearing a white velvet nightcap.

The statue of Jesus Christ in front of the building was covered in snow, with only the inscription "Liberty and Equality" on the base visible.

Horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians traveled along the street, leaving two tracks and footprints as they rolled over the snow.

However, it didn't take long for the Night's Watch and the elders to arrive with the able-bodied men and begin spreading salt and clearing the snow.

The cold air, once it entered my nose, felt like a knife cutting into my flesh, causing excruciating pain.

Despite the cold weather, the bakery was still bustling with activity in the early morning.

Three or five citizens wearing thick woolen coats were surrounding the newsboy, clutching their coins and scrambling to grab the latest issue of Pravda.

The newsboy, his face flushed, shouted: "Breaking news! The Dawn Federal Republic has promulgated its first constitution! Farmers' representatives now hold 30% of the seats in parliament!"

Someone took the newspaper, their fingers red from the cold, but they still couldn't wait to unfold it.

The front page headline, printed in bold ink, proclaimed "Dawn Federation: A New Beginning Under the Holy Path Sect."

Accompanied by an illustration of Parliament Hill at Longbow Fortress, the painting depicts farmers, craftsmen, and veterans holding up a text of the constitution.

"Great!" A college student wearing a felt hat patted his newspaper. "With the second Holy Path Sect nation, our Holy Alliance is finally not alone."

His companion, however, rubbed his bright red nose: "I'd rather be like Shattered Stone Plains, swallowing it up..."

"This is the idea of ​​the Holy Grandson. He will definitely annex it in the future. It's the principle of spending a fortune to buy a horse's bones."

The red-nosed companion nodded, but hesitated before taking out a registration form from his pocket.

That was the "Recruitment Order for Volunteers to Support the Dawn Federation" issued by the Holy Alliance's Court of Truth.

If they are willing to go to Dawn Island, they may have to start as wandering monks.

But if they do well, they can enjoy the same treatment as the first batch of traveling monks of the Holy Alliance.

Although many of these people are still just directors or priests, everyone understands that at their age they are practically the backbone of the second generation of politicians.

If they go to Dawn Island, they could even become the second generation of backbone of Dawn Island.

Is it reliable to abandon the Holy Alliance's closer power center and go to Dawn Island?

"I've already filled out the form, and I'll be leaving next month." The college student wearing a felt hat folded the registration form and put it in his pocket.

"Don't you think we shouldn't stay in the Holy Reaper Court? It's closer to the center of power here," the red-nosed companion asked hesitantly.

"How could you think like that? We're going to support our fellow believers in the Holy Way, not to become officials."

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at your ignorance and naivety..."

The noise and arguing coming from downstairs forced Horn to close the window.

"These college students are really energetic," Horn muttered. "I was thinking of opening the window to let some fresh air in."

The copper pipe heating system inside the Holy See building is slowly releasing heat and is functioning well.

But as soon as the air gets hot, it immediately becomes stuffy, so I prefer cooler air.

At this weekly meeting, the cardinals and ministers present were all wearing only thin sweaters.

Even three years ago, when we had meetings in winter, everyone had to light fireplaces and carry copper braziers, and it was so cold that they couldn't even hold a pen properly.

After switching to this heating system, not only is there less waste due to centralized combustion, but the heating is also faster and more timely.

Sitting back in his seat, Horn turned his gaze to the three documents spread out in front of him: sample reports from the soda factory, the glass factory, and the cannery.

In front of each of the three reports was a corked glass bottle of soda.

The bottle also has a label that reads: "Good fruit juice grape soda, you'll want to take it all home if you can't finish it!"

Pick up the knife, insert it into the bottle stopper, and gently pry it open with a soft "pop".

Then, bubbles slowly emerged from the pale purple liquid, carrying a faint grape aroma.

Horn picked it up and took a sip, then frowned: "So sweet, how can it be so sweet?"

“Your Majesty, that’s a special edition for Francois. They really like it. It’s not a problem with the sample,” Minna, the temporary factory manager of the soda factory, explained cautiously.

"Wang Ting's version is even sweeter; it's practically jam," Qianqian explained from the side.

Horn nodded: "Now that the samples have passed inspection, the next issue is mass production and sales. Do you have any ideas?"

Cardinal Madeleine handed over the sales report: "Your Majesty, the problem lies in the sales."

The samples were all of good quality, but the businessmen we sent to Fran and Norn came back saying that no one was willing to buy them.

The nobles and merchants, upon hearing about the products of the Holy Alliance, shook their heads and refused to put them on the shelves or even try them, no matter what was said. Currently, the empire's commodity network has not yet been established; various regions are still largely closed-off local businesses.

Therefore, even the Holy Alliance had to rely on local merchant communities or family agents for sales.

The meeting room fell silent as soon as Madeleine said this.

Harkin, the director of the Industrial Department, sighed: "Yes, the credibility of Saint Alliance International is still too low."

“Agricultural machinery too,” sighed Tirara, the director in charge of agriculture. “Our threshing machines are three times faster than manual threshing, but farmers in many areas are hesitant to buy them.”

They say things like, "Machines break down, and you have to learn how to fix them; cows are much less troublesome."

Leia is still spreading rumors everywhere, saying that our machines are magic and that using them won't get you to heaven.

"This is outrageous, Your Majesty! You should issue a decree with the Golden Seal to rebuke them..."

Everyone was talking at once, and they were all worried.

Seeing this, Horn tapped the table: "So the fundamental problem is international trust. We have good products but can't sell them, and they have demand but dare not buy them, right?"

"Hey!" Harkin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he held up an index finger. "Since the artist has an exhibition, why don't we just hold a product exhibition?"

They displayed soft drinks, glassware, canned goods, and agricultural machinery such as horse-drawn seeders and threshers in the square.

Invite all the businessmen over so they can see the effects for themselves and touch the products.

They don't believe us, do they? Let's show them for themselves how good our stuff is!

“That’s a great idea!” Hakuto immediately agreed. “We just recently retired a batch of old plate armor and made a new batch of light armor.”

These weapons and equipment are perfect for sale to the Dawn Federation and the Norn Kingdom. We'll also put the weapons on display at the product exhibition.

Let them see the Holy Alliance's military industrial strength; maybe we can even secure a few more orders!

Sisi nodded and added, "We can also showcase our advanced technologies, such as heating, running water, and movable type printing presses."

Every time we try to promote these things, they hesitate and say they've never seen them before and don't dare to use them.

"This time, let's give them a full demonstration, show them just how advanced the Holy Alliance really is, and hopefully dispel their concerns."

As a cardinal of the Court of Truth, Madeleine couldn't help but praise, "It's also a good way to boost piety in the country..."

Horn sat in the main seat, and the more he listened, the more familiar it seemed. After Madeleine finished speaking, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you planning to hold a World's Fair?"

The people in the conference room were stunned and looked at each other.

Madeleine was taken aback at first, then laughed: "Your Majesty has chosen a good name, World's Fair. Now that we are, let's call it World's Fair!"

Seeing everyone's excitement, Horn began to make his own plans.

Organizing an expo is a first in the world, and we are bound to encounter many problems.

For example, how to invite other countries, how to set up the exhibition area, and how to ensure the safety of the exhibits...

But in his previous life on Earth, he had personally experienced the World Expo and had read a great deal about its history.

From the Crystal Palace Exposition of 1851 to the various World's Fairs that followed.

Although I can't remember the specific details, I still know the general process and measures.

However, holding an expo does have its advantages.

First, it allows other countries to see Saint Alliance's products and technology firsthand, dispelling rumors of poor product quality and opening up sales channels.

Secondly, it can demonstrate the strength of the Holy Alliance, making friendly forces trust us more and deterring hostile forces from easily provoking us.

Third, it can attract talent from other countries. If they see the Holy Alliance's clockwork mechanism and heating system, perhaps some craftsmen and scholars will be willing to come to the Holy Alliance to develop their careers.

Although it's the first time, mistakes are bound to be made, but the Holy Alliance can learn by trial and error.

Even if he's never eaten pork, hasn't he at least seen pigs run?

“I will draft the expo’s charter, and you will each prepare your own. The Industrial Division will be responsible for organizing the exhibits, and the Evangelical Fellowship will be responsible for inviting other countries.”

"Yes!"

Everyone echoed in agreement, and the worry on their faces vanished.

After the meeting, Horn returned to his office.

The snow was still falling outside the window, covering the office windowsill with a thick layer of snow.

He sat at his desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, trying to recall more details of the previous World Expo.

But so much time has passed, and the memories of my past life are like a fog, with many details blurred and only some general outlines remaining.

"Never mind, let's write out the charter first, and refine the rest later." Horn picked up his pen and was about to write the words "Charter of the World's Fair" on the paper when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Edwin rushed in, his face showing some urgency.

"Your Majesty," Edwin bowed, his voice tinged with excitement, "Lady Jeanne is back, she's at New Life Bridge now, and will be there soon!"

Horn paused for a moment, then regained his composure: "Understood. Tell them to wait for me in the reception room. I'll be right there."

(End of this chapter)