"Grandson, let's get down to business. Write out your plan for preparing His Holiness the Pope's wedding," Huang Batian said, his face solemn.
"Grandpa, you arranged my father's wedding. Why are you asking me?" Huang Tieyi said, speechless. "Besides, I've never been married. How would I know how to plan one?"
"You brat. When your father got married, we just held a simple ceremony. There was no plan." Huang Batian glared at Huang Tieyi. "Think about what a grand wedding would need."
"Grandpa, you're making this hard for me. A grand wedding needs spectacle, a huge venue, and lots of tables where the guests can eat. That should be about it." Huang Tieyi thought for a moment. "As for how to arrange it all, Grandpa, I have no idea."
"Those three points are a good start. I can build on them. First, the venue. The open ground outside the Papal Palace will do; it's big enough. We'll need to rent and buy dining tables. To make sure the guests enjoy their meals, we'll need good cooks. We'll have to speak to every restaurant in Spirit City and borrow their cooks for a few days. We'll also need to buy large quantities of ingredients..." As Huang Batian spoke, he wrote down everything he could think of.
Huang Tieyi watched quietly from the side. Huang Batian had an ability no one else seemed to notice: extraordinary powers of execution. Huang Tieyi had designed the Body Academy, but Huang Batian had overseen the entire construction. He had taken the blueprint, scaled it up onto the ground, and raised buildings from its outlines. Huang Batian had worked out how to make the place beautiful without sacrificing safety, and distinctive without sacrificing function.
"How should we arrange the spectacle?" Huang Batian asked, looking up at