"Do the leaders think the fried chicken restaurant I proposed is feasible?" Li Xingguo changed the subject.

Kong Yim said, "The higher-ups are very interested in this proposal. The daily turnover of American chicken is very high, and the leaders are very envious. However, the fried chicken recipe is difficult to come up with."

"My mother can cook it, but the chicken isn't as tender and smooth as American chicken." Li Xingguo pushed Wu Zhiqiu out again.

"How come your mother can cook everything? I don't believe it if she isn't the royal chef. The chicken is not tender and smooth, maybe it's the wrong chicken breed. Can you ask your mother to work hard and make some finished products? We can discuss it later." The wrinkles at the corners of Kong Yuren's eyes deepened.

Li Xingguo... talks about hard work but not money, that's what a leader does.

"Okay, boss. When you need it, I'll have my mom make it and send it over. If it gets cold, it won't taste good."

"Is it convenient for your mother to come over and do it for us in person?" Kong Yuren wanted to see how difficult the operation was.

"Sure, my mother will definitely be willing to make the hard journey for me."

"Then please ask your mother to come over tomorrow at noon."

After the two of them made an appointment, the next day, Wu Zhiqiu went to the cafeteria to make fried chicken for several leaders. He also brought bread and made a few hamburgers.

Several leaders also bought American chickens for comparison. Wu Zhiqiu's chicken was not as tender and smooth as the American chicken, nor as fragrant, but it was still delicious.

"Mr. Wu Zhiqiu, the food is delicious. You are very innovative," Kong Ren praised sincerely.

"Leader, if the chicken breed can be improved and the chicken with a short breeding cycle can be used, the taste will be much better, and the cost of frying chicken will be low and the profit will be high," Wu Zhiqiu suggested sincerely.

Several leaders saw the whole process of making it: a little chicken, coated with some flour, and fried in oil, the cost was definitely no more than ten yuan, but they dared to sell it to them for more than ten yuan, which was faster than robbing money, and the leaders all thought it was okay to do.

Li Xingguo started to get busy. He attended meetings with his superiors every day and was busy recruiting people. He left the factory to the head-worn director Guo.

Director Guo wanted to quit but couldn't. He was surrounded by people asking for wages every day. Even if he didn't pay them, they would still sit in the workshop. They came to work after sitting there for a whole day, so the factory had to pay them.

Director Guo wanted to pass the mess to Li Xingguo, but Li Xingguo was seconded, which made Director Guo very angry.

In the slum, Bai Qianqi took a leave of absence from his job and bought a taxi with a loan. Now people are encouraged to start their own businesses, and the loans are interest-free. Jiang Fen works the day shift and Bai Qianqi works the night shift. Although the pressure of the loan is great, the taxi is really profitable now, and the couple is very motivated.

Dehai, the boss of the backyard, opened a snack bar selling stir-fried dishes. He sells large quantities at low prices and has a very good business.

Aunt Zhang's sons and grandsons come to ask for money all day long. They are asked to find ways to do something on their own, but they refuse to listen and rely heavily on the factory, which makes Uncle and Aunt Zhang very worried.

Wu Zhiqiu and Li Mancang had some free time. When the tobacco and liquor shop was busy, they would go to help out. If not, the couple would wander around the capital, fishing, climbing mountains, visiting scenic spots... Their life was very pleasant.

That day, as soon as the couple came back from their stroll, the old lady came over.

"Mantun's sons are all married and have children. Your third son and two of his sons are both bachelors, and you two are still wandering around. You really don't know what worries you," said the old lady unhappily.

Li Mancang laughed dryly and said, "Mom, there's no point in worrying."

"You are worried, what are you worried about? The house can't accommodate you all anymore. You go out and hang around all day. You are so old and have no sense of propriety at all. How old is Xingguo, and he doesn't even have a descendant." The old lady pinched her waist and was about to scold. No matter how old he was, she still felt worried.