"Let's just cook it at home and avoid spending a lot of money on American chicken." Wu Zhiqiu also felt that he was overthinking it. The internal situation of state-owned enterprises is very complicated and not as simple as they thought.

Li Xingguo smiled and said, "Open a Chinese chicken shop. I think it's okay."

"This name is really ugly," everyone complained together.

Wu Zhiqiu spent two days shopping and it was already the 30th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The whole family packed up their things and went back to their hometown to celebrate the founding of the People's Republic of China.

After returning to his hometown, Wu Zhiqiu made fried chicken for the children again. This time, he sprinkled some simple barbecue ingredients such as cumin, sesame, sesame, chili peppers, and chili peppers on it. When he gave it to Dabao and the other children, they ate it and jumped up and down, shouting that it was delicious.

The old man bit into a large chicken drumstick and said, "This is very tasty, even better than American chicken. Why don't we open a shop of our own? We can't let the foreigners make all our money."

"Dad, can you still do it?" Li Mantun asked back.

Old man... "If I don't move, won't you still be here?"

Li Mantun: "Dad, which of us are free?"

The old man glanced at Li Mantun and said, "Ten thousand a month, you don't want to earn it? Don't you have time?"

"Can you really earn that much?" Li Mantun couldn't believe it.

"That American chicken can earn hundreds of thousands a month, I estimate it's possible to earn hundreds." The old man was actually bragging, he was just guessing based on his imagination.

"Master, I can do it!" The third brother raised his hand immediately.

The old man nodded at Li Mantun and said, "You can't even eat hot poop. Otherwise, the third brother could open a factory. Look at your reaction speed. You're screwed."

Li Mantun... what's up? Opening a shop depends on quick reactions? He's just a money-grubber. He'll do anything to make money.

The uncle looked incredulous and asked, "Can you make that much money?"

"Dad, their costs are high too. Their shop is in a good location, it's big, it's very clean, and the service is good. I heard that they never have leftovers and their management is very strict." Ershuang often passes by American Chicken. It has been open for more than two decades and there are always long lines. Judging from the prices, they may make hundreds of thousands a month.

"That's too much money. Didn't the foreigners make all the money of our country?" The uncle had the same idea as the old man. Without the support of those foreigners, could we have fought so many wars? The little guys dared to bully us. Wasn't it all because of the support of those foreigners?

"What should we do? They not only sell fried chicken, they also have other things, such as Coke and other drinks. They are all imported from abroad. We don't have them in our country. If we make fried chicken, we can get some market share, but we can't shake their position," said the third brother while gnawing on a big chicken leg.

The third brother saw the old man open his mouth and said, "Master, we can't make that Coke. Our country doesn't have that raw material."

The old man opened his mouth and then closed it, forget it, this is not something they can worry about.

"I told my eldest sister to open a fried chicken shop in Wangfujing. We won't compete with American chickens and will definitely make money." No one wants to get a good deal like this, and the third sister doesn't want to get it from Li Xingguo, so she circled Feng Lan.

The old man lost interest because he couldn't compete with American chickens.

"Grandma, do we have a shop near Wangfujing?" Feng Lan saw that the third brother was relying on her, and she didn't want to embarrass her younger brother, so she asked with a smile.

The third brother laughed happily, seeing that the eldest sister had figured it out.

Li Xingguo was gnawing on a chicken nugget, thinking about the feasibility of opening a restaurant. If there was no Coke, he could replace it with other drinks, but that would have to wait until he took office.

The old lady heard Fenglan ask "There is no rent, there is for sale"

Fenglan...she can't afford to buy a shop.

"Mom, there's a shop selling it. I'd like to buy it," Wu Zhiqiu immediately replied.