But even so, it still can't stop the British from loving Swiss crafts, especially those who work in seafaring-related professions, and see them as a symbol of status and strength.

The environment at sea is harsher and more turbulent than on land, and there are higher standards and requirements for the accuracy of time, so seafarers are in urgent need of an object of spiritual sustenance.

After all, in the face of the vast and endless sea, it is easy for people to have mental depression without references, and with clocks and watches, seafarers can at least live with their fingers crossed.

In fact, from pocket watches to watches is an inevitable development process, because the pace of human life will be faster and faster, and clothing will also develop towards simplicity and lightweight, which is the trend of history, and Franz can do a lot of things if you know this.

For example, the formal clothes that Franz wears every day are normal for people in this era, but in another hundred years, people who wear them all day will be considered insane.

Speaking of the watch industry, the level of the watch factory opened by Franz is not even at the level of Swiss watches, but it is not much worse.

But if it's about fame, I'm afraid it won't be comparable to it for a long time. At this time, there is no better billboard than the Tsars to pry open the Russian market, and if the watch can really set off a trend, maybe the Austrian watch industry can complete a counterattack.

Queen Alexandra took a watch in her hand and grabbed her husband's arm.

"Honey, do you look good?"

Nicholas I looked at it seriously and said.

"Isn't it just a watch with a strap attached? Is it bad to put in your pocket? So flamboyant. ”

Alexandra, of course, knew her husband's straight temper, so she said carefully.

"Honey, imagine a lady groping back and forth in the inner pocket of her skirt in order to see the time, I am afraid it is not very elegant. It's so much easier to wear on your hand, and I think it looks good. You see, the kids love it too. ”

Nicholas I only replied faintly.

"If you like it, it's fine."

Then he said to Archduke Karl.

"Carl, let's go. My kids are good hunters too."

Olga Nikolaevna, Alexandra Nikolaevna, Konstantin Nikolaevich, Nikolai Nikolayevich, Mikhail Nikolayevich, of the 6 children of Nicholas I who was still in Russia, only Alexander did not come.

Queen Alexandra's explanation was that she was a newlywed Yan'er and sweet and affectionate, so she couldn't be there. But in fact, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't know where to go, and in particular, the Third Section searched the whole of St. Petersburg and couldn't find him.

The Special Third Section was a secret service directly subordinate to the Tsar, similar to the Austrian secret police force, which was much more efficient in number but smaller in number.

On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, the royal hunting ground.

A gunshot rang out, followed by an angry roar from a brown bear 150 meters away, a bullet hit it in the abdomen, and its mind was overwhelmed by fear and anger, and it chose to attack the crowd.

"Don't shoot yet!" Nicholas I said.

At this time, facing the brown bear running at high speed, Grand Duke Karl raised his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

Another gunshot rang out, and the brown bear was hit in the foreleg and immediately fell to the ground, but still roared angrily.

But soon the struggle stopped, and the Tsar's gun was fully loaded, and a shot hit the brown bear in the forehead.

The bullet pierced the skull, and the blood gushed out, and I don't know who took the lead in shouting.

"His Majesty the Great Tsar, Ula."

"Ulla!"

"Ulla!"

Today the Tsar had a very good harvest, and in one afternoon they had hunted three bears, one tiger, five deer, and twelve rabbits.

Naturally, the accompanying officials did their best to praise the Tsar's marksmanship, and only he himself knew that this was entirely due to the new bullets.

As Archduke Karl said, this bullet is not only fast to reload, but also extremely accurate, and it only takes a skilled shooter like him a dozen seconds to complete the reload.

During this period, it was generally believed that the speed of reloading was equivalent to firepower, and the design of the bullets was at the bottom of the box, and Tsar Nicholas I was somewhat overwhelmed by such a generous gift.

"Carl, my friend. I don't know how to thank you, this gift is amazing! With that, Nicholas I called his two daughters over.

"This is Olga and Nikolaevna. They are my most precious treasure, and I hope they will marry your sons, if you can. ”

Nicholas I had only seen Albrecht, and he had a good impression of the young man, a very brave young man, and a good soldier.

In fact, the marriage with Austria was always in the Tsar's consideration, and last time he hoped that his eldest son Alexander would marry the youngest daughter of Archduke Karl.

Because Russia needed an ally so badly, the British were like a mountain hanging over his head.

In the previous crises, Russia was increasingly isolated, which was not what the tsar wanted to see. Although he did not want Austria to compete with him for supremacy in the Balkans, it was better than turning to the hostile side.

"Your Majesty, I am flattered by your generosity, but it is better for the children to decide their own affairs." Although Archduke Karl was rigid in many ways, he was unusually liberal when it came to the marriage of his children.

So his children led to many strange marriages, in fact, Archduke Karl's own marriage was very strange, because he married a Protestant, and was definitely an outlier among the Habsburgs, who at that time professed to be the guardians of the Catholic Church.

"Oh? So what do you want? My friend. Nicholas I was a very cheerful man, so he went straight to the point.

"I would like to make a deal with Your Majesty, because our textile industry needs a lot of cotton, and this crop cannot be grown on Austrian soil."

Archduke Karl actually didn't quite understand Franz's purpose, but he believed in his eldest brother's vision, of course, even if he was wrong, the fault was that Franz II had nothing to do with him.

"Cotton?" Nicholas I did not know much about the economy, he only knew that his country earned foreign exchange by exporting grain and timber.

"Illarion." Nicholas I called the Prime Minister Illarion Vasilyevich Vasilichkov, who trotted all the way to the Tsar's side.

"Your Majesty, what do you command?"

"My friend wants to buy cotton, you talk." Nicholas I said, but Illarion immediately grimaced.

"What's going on?"

"Your Majesty, we in Russia are also cotton importers." Illarion replied.

Nicholas I immediately frowned, but he felt that the design of the bullet was much more valuable than some bullshit cotton, and just wanted to say that Illarion had to meet the demands of Archduke Karl.

"Your Majesty, in fact, your territory near South Russia, the Black Sea and the Caucasus is suitable for growing cotton, but the local officials do not know it."

(End of chapter)