Feng Haidong lived an unremarkable life and passed away peacefully. After his death, he found himself back in 1996.
Now in his prime at the age of thirty, Feng Haidong resolves to try just a ...
Liu Jianwu said first, "Haidong, your idea is really great, take it one step at a time."
Feng Haidong smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, brother-in-law. Actually, I have no choice. If I had enough funds, I would certainly dare to invest heavily and start up like Li Shitong's shop. But I don't have that kind of capital."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jianwu couldn't help but say, "Li Shitong's shop must have really invested a lot of money."
Fan Mingqiang couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "What's the deal with Li Shitong's shop that you mentioned?"
Afterwards, Feng Haidong and Lu Yaobin gave Fan Mingqiang a general explanation.
Fan Mingqiang was displeased after hearing this: "Isn't this intentional? Haidong, whatever you do at your restaurant, they want to do it too. This is clearly targeting you."
Feng Haidong smiled reassuringly: "It's alright. Our city is so big, with so many people. My restaurant can't possibly accommodate everyone."
Fan Mingqiang nodded: "That's true, so Haidong, you really need to hurry up and open a few branches. I think your skills are definitely up to par."
Feng Haidong said, "Brother Fan, don't worry. Once I've figured out the simplified process and the flavor recipe, I'll definitely open a branch. When that happens, I'll open the store in your area, Brother Fan. You'll have to support me."
Fan Mingqiang smiled and said, "No problem. If you open a branch in our area, the people in our factory will definitely eat at your store every day."
Feng Haidong chuckled and said, "That's great! My business is now secure."
Everyone at the table burst into laughter.