When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1136 Hot Springs Fort Cannery
Since Palak and the others arrived too late, Grossien and the others didn't talk much, but left after arranging accommodation and meals for them.

Parak naturally occupies a room by himself, while Kuvask and Moloka share a room.

As for the remaining young men, they had to sleep in large dormitories with seven or eight people per room.

The next morning, Kuvask finally got a good night's sleep.

In his dream, he fantasized about graduating from business school, getting promoted and receiving a raise, becoming a manager, marrying the daughter of a high-ranking monk, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

But in reality, Morocco, while picking at his buttocks, let out a loud fart and swiftly pulled open the curtains.

The blinding light immediately caused Kuvask to scream and howl like a vampire.

"Wake up, wake up! We agreed to go downstairs at 7:30, it's already 7 o'clock."

Reluctantly getting up, Kuvask put on his pants and socks, brushed his teeth with toothpaste mixed with pig bristles, wiped his face haphazardly with a hot towel, and then went downstairs and left the hostel.

In the hostel lobby on the first floor, the floor is covered with dark gray stone slabs, laid neatly without any gaps.

Sitting at a solid wood round table, Grossien and the Palak held newspapers in their hands, with a cup of coffee in front of them.

Besides the coffee, each person had a fried egg, two sausages, some greens, and three slices of bread with butter on their plate.

Compared to their wealth, this meal was quite simple.

After all, saving this money might allow us to expand production further and defeat our competitors.

They were terrified of poverty; even though they made money, they dared not spend a single penny.

Seeing Kuvask emerge looking disheveled, Palak put down his newspaper and prepared to launch into a tirade.

Being improperly dressed will easily make one appear as a scoundrel or hooligan in the Holy Alliance, which is quite embarrassing.

Grossien stopped him in the end: "Alright, alright, we can just give him a few more etiquette lessons later. Don't let your good relative be called an ingrate by you."

Kuvask was bewildered when his uncle glared at him. He had dressed like this in Fran, so what was wrong with it?

After putting down his coffee, Palak looked at the two of them: "Do you know why we're here today?"

"I don't know." The two shook their heads in unison.

Grossien, standing nearby, chuckled憨厚ly, "It's normal not to know. Palak didn't tell you that we're going to reach a cooperation agreement with the Norn this time."

The ports where Krabby Patties and Fish Burgers are located are well-known fishing grounds, abundant in fish, but most of them are used to make salted fish, which is a real pity.

So we're preparing to reach an agreement with them to build canning plants in places like Fishburg.

"A canning plant?"

"Yes, we provide tin cans and technology, and the two parties form a joint venture to produce canned seafood and sell it to inland areas."

In addition to regular salted dried fish, Grossien also developed a canned herring preserved in water and oil.

He even released a batch to the market, which was very popular in the northern inland areas.

However, due to the high cost of tinplate, Shenglian's tinplate cannery has not yet started production, so the prices are also very high.

The fact that it can be sold is purely because Grossien doesn't make any money; in fact, it even has to take a subsidy.

His purpose in doing this is quite obvious.

The news that the Saint Union Cannery was about to be completed and put into operation had already been published in Pravda, and even those who were not well-informed had received the news.

Once the Saint-Union cannery is completed, the price of tinplate will definitely drop sharply, and short sellers on the French futures exchange are ready.

Given this, Grossien naturally needs to seize the market ahead of time.

Regardless of whether it makes money or not, let's lose money first to gain publicity and let everyone know about us.

Once the price of tinplate drops, Grosseen will follow suit and everyone will definitely prioritize buying Lasso brand herring cans.

As for small aquatic product owners, their cash flow is already tight. Not to mention losing money, not making any money could drive them to collapse.

Once the market opens up, small seafood farmers will at best follow in Grossien's footsteps and only be able to make a living off the scraps.

Moloka then realized how the four men—one a fishmonger, one a cloth seller, and two copper smelters—had ended up together.

It seems they're going to start a business together.

"You mean the Krabby Patty King will be coming?" Morocco asked tentatively.

"It'll be soon, but before that, we need to figure out the cannery in Hot Springs Fortress. Otherwise, what if the Krabby Patty King asks us questions and we don't know anything?"

After a simple breakfast, Moloka, Kuvask, and their entourage boarded a carriage and headed out of the city.

Sitting in the carriage, Kuvask was filled with curiosity about his unfamiliar hometown.

So wherever he went, he would always observe carefully.

After passing a water cart, the sound of the nearby river's waves drifted into my ears.

Hot Spring Fort is a city located in the valley of the Tabo River, an area that was originally a swamp.

Industrialization is not just about mechanization and automation, but also about unleashing people's pursuit of profit.

It was a rotten, swampy area that would have been worthless before.

In the Holy Alliance, you can directly build dams and canals, use spring-loaded pumps to pump water and drain water, and then immediately start raising slimes, producing mortar and peat.

Next came the mining of the mountain: timber, copper, tin, iron ore...

Even swamps that cannot be completely transformed in a short period of time are tackled by the Trinity Education Team.

As for the beastmen who originally lived here, those beastmen who still retained the customs and lifestyles of the 9th century.

They were either violently expelled by the army and sent to Dazexiang or resettled on the spot with houses and land.

Even now, there are still beastmen avengers or kidnappers around Hot Springs Fortress.

Walking a short distance from the relatively high ground of Hot Springs Fortress, right next to the long causeway of the Wern Dam, you'll find the Hot Springs Fortress Cannery.

Of course, compared to other areas, the Hot Springs Cannery is situated on a very high rocky ground.

From a distance, it looks like a large red brick placed on the high ground.

As the carriage drew closer, Kuvask could see the buildings in front of him more and more clearly.

“This is huge!” Kuvask exclaimed. “Is this still a workshop?”

“This is the factory workshop, kid,” Grossien patted him on the back. “You’ll get used to it.”

Whether he will get used to it in the future is unknown, but right now, Kuvask is impossible to look away from.

It was surrounded by a gray wall that resembled a city wall, and there were even watchtowers and arrow towers.

Inside the gray walls was a huge, sand-red rectangular building.

It appears to be a farmhouse taller than the surrounding farmhouses, standing approximately eight to twelve meters high.

The red brick walls were exposed, revealing three narrow wooden-framed windows that had not yet been fitted with glass.

Looking through the window, you can still see the steel frame beams on top.

The powerful flow of the Thai-Bo River drives the clockwork mechanism, producing a series of roars.

Near a tall workshop, there are also small two- or three-story buildings responsible for the final quality inspection and assembly of tin cans.

On the other side, closer to the forest, were half-built wooden apartment buildings, specifically for the new workers.

On the horizontal beam track, workers pushed carts, feeding baskets of iron and tin materials, which were eventually transformed into baskets of neatly stacked tin cans.

Near the workshop, managers who wore long-sleeved woolen jackets even in the sweltering summer, as well as accountants sent by banks and notaries sent by courts, came and went.

Inside the factory area, Kuvask even saw various kinds of shops.

There are barbershops, grocery stores, clothing stores, and a considerable number of restaurants.

This isn't a factory, it's practically a small town.

"We're here." Grossien jumped out of the car first, and seeing Kuvask still standing there in a daze, he shouted again, "We're here!"

"Oh, oh." Kuvask quickly got off the carriage. "Is this really a factory? It looks like a small town."

Grossien looked around and laughed, "In the past, priests led farmers to build churches, and then cities came into being."

When I arrived in Saint Union, I thought that in the future, factory owners would lead workers to build factories, and then cities would appear.

So, in that case, we factory owners are no different from missionaries of old, hahaha…

(End of this chapter)