Trying something new with this update, editing the pictures and such. More pleasing to the eye and easier to read, I hope.
Chapter 3: Money Problems and the Story of a Deseretian(?) Immigrant
El Presidente sends further compliments to the USA, this time saying "Great job annexing Texas, you sure showed those Mexicans!" Our relation increases! He must be doing something right.
Our ambassador to Mexico compliments them too, for added effect. He says "Thanks for releasing us, we really, really, really appreciate it! Also, don't tell the yanks this, but I'm willing to help you take Texas back when/if we have a strong military!" Our relation increases, building Mormon bond to their former masters in Mexico.
And so, there was stability within the Empire. Ah, if Vicky2 had stability...
Right, apart from diplomatic missions, we have finances to manage. Any dictator worth his palace should educate his people and pay his soldiers lots of money.
The soldiers, however, don't seem to want more money. Odd fellows.
El Presidente also considers building the very first factory of Deseret. He decides against it, however, for it would have zero workers, cost 3/4th of his present budget and probably go bankrupt anyway. Save industry for laterz.
El Presidente then, a month later, takes a census of all armed men in Deseret. There are fifteen hundred twelve of them.
Progress. We're roughly half way towards our first brigade.
On a related note, El Presidente thought of something. His army would need leaders. Good leaders. Every dictator knows that. So, out of the 3 officers in Deseret, he picks one. Unfortunately he doesn't seem quite as qualified for the job as El Presidente thought.
Incompetent and Undisciplined. El Presidente shrugs, saying "Its better than no general at all, right?"
His military advisor brings word. "We lack Military planning, and I believe we want to make Cavalry for our invasion of Brunei. Should fix that, Mr. President."
He's right! For once. After we figure out how to make our steam engines more practical, by practicing them, our research plans change to Military Planning.
El Presidente wakes up the next day to find his budget in a problem. "Turn up the tariffs," he says. It doesn't work.
He decides to take the loss and hope that Steam Engines that have had a bit of practice will save Deseret from military and education funding problems.
They way he sees it though, its an investment into the future of his nation. Pay a little now, get more later. El Presidente congratulates his own forethought and excellence.
Then, a single unemployed worker shows up in Deseret.
"What is this!?" El Presidente cried. "There's hundreds of thousands of jobs available and YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED?"
"Why yes, Mr. President. I'm also the smartest man in the country."
"Holy crap, you are. You're smarter than the people who are supposed to be smart! How is this possible? Who are you?"
"I am an immigrant to your country, my name is Gustav. I came here from Brandenburg... too many people there. I was stunned to find there is no factories for me to work in here."
"Well, its not really worth building a factory for a single worker. I'm sorry."
"Yea, but since I am the most literate man in the country, I expect employment."
Hang on, we'll talk to him later. More important things to focus on now.
Like congratulating our steam engines on their skills they learned during training.
Is our budget saved at last!?
Before:
After:
Why yes, yes it is. No longer is this an investment - its pure benefit. Deseret has a bright future in sight.