As for British cultural exports, Franz had a way to deal with those as well.
What were those products compared to books, comics, music, and art when it came to direct impact?
Franz had always treated the country's writers and artists well over the years. Those people were fiercely patriotic; when the World Expo came around, they would definitely unleash a wave of cultural exports—at the very least, they would not export their culture in reverse.
But Franz would not explain any of this to Olga. Rather than waste effort on something so useless, he might as well offer a few soft words.
"Aren't you my greatest treasure? These things are merely embellishments in the end."
Olga was a little dumbfounded by Franz's sudden tenderness, though it was not entirely beyond her understanding. After all, Franz had plenty of unusual habits in his daily life.
"Mm, I'll listen to you."
Olga said in a gentle, birdlike voice. For her, acting coquettishly toward a husband eight years younger than herself was still somewhat embarrassing, but she did not dislike the feeling.
Franz then led Olga into another room, where an enormous design blueprint hung on the wall.
"Do you like it?"
"Is this real?"
Olga's eyes lit up.
"I'll make your dream come true."
The two kissed, and Franz pointed to the gold, silver, and jewels outside.
"Those vulgar things are already treasures to ordinary people. So long as you arrange and combine them a little, it won't be difficult to create a true treasure."
Olga understood what Franz meant. As long as she found craftsmen to turn the gold, silver, and jewels into clothes, hats, and shoes, they would become treasures.
Austrian Empire War Department.
"What does 'meaningless acts of slaughter' mean?"
"It means displaying the Empire's benevolence and civilization,