She said, "You never wash your hair, and you're always greasy. No matter how delicious your cooking is, I can't eat it."
These words left Sha Zhu completely stunned.
He hadn't felt it before, but now that someone has brought it up, he feels a little uncomfortable.
Gradually, he also began to become more clean.
Later, the market became increasingly chaotic. People even started fighting over stalls, which eventually led to the formation of one or two small groups.
After thinking it over, the couple realized they couldn't stay there any longer.
They moved away from there.
They found a place, but neither of them had much experience in finding places.
Sha Zhu had only ever worked for the government his whole life. As for Liu Zhaodi, needless to say, she ended up in a less-than-ideal location.
Even so, taking advantage of the fact that few dared to open a shop these days, they still made a lot of money.
As the economy opens up, their restaurants' disadvantages become increasingly apparent.
"Won't something else go wrong in that place?" Sha Zhu was still a little hesitant.
"No, this is a municipal investment promotion. It's all written clearly in the document. As long as you pass the test, you can get three months' rent waived. We're starting the investment promotion now, and it can be completed in two months, before the end of the year. Let's register first. If we can settle there, the people at the motorcycle factory are willing to spend money. If your food is delicious, they'll be willing to spend."
"Okay, let's do it this way!"
There are many people like Sha Zhu and Liu Zhaodi.
When they saw the attractive offers in the newspaper, they all decided to give it a try.
Even Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but be tempted: "Wife, shall we go and get one too?"
Yu Li rolled her eyes: "Can't you use your brain for once? They want delicious food."
"Yeah, isn't our fried chicken delicious?"
Yu Li pondered for a moment, nodded, then shook her head: "These things in our family aren't our specialty; at best, they're just common food. The recipes were given to us by Sister Qin. We can participate in this food street, but we can't accept the discounts. Those discounts should be for chefs who truly have skills. In our family, who's the chef, you or me?"
“Um…” Yan Jiecheng thought about it for a moment and realized that it made sense.
Over the years, this couple has made a lot of money. With the help of Qinjiacun Village, they opened a fried chicken shop, and the money came in like water.
“However…” Yu Li said, “we should also think about some things.”
"What?"
"Shouldn't we start thinking about what to do next?"
"Isn't the path forward pretty good now?" Yan Jiecheng asked, puzzled.
"You didn't understand what I meant. To put it bluntly, is there really a barrier to entry for our fried chicken?" Yu Li asked the probing question.
“Um…” Yan Jiecheng hesitated for a moment.
Is there really a barrier to entry for this?
No, really. The chickens are marinated and delivered from Qin Family Village, then coated with flour again here before frying. Or, Qin Family Village delivers the chickens, and they marinate and fry them themselves. They've given them the secret recipe. Why is Qin Family Village so confident? Because their farm is currently the largest in the country, giving them a huge price advantage.
Once the ingredients are provided and people are trained to eat fried chicken, their business will only get better and better. But you might say there's a barrier to entry? Sorry, anyone with hands and a normal brain can learn to use it after a couple of days of training; it's just a matter of proficiency.
“They’re willing to give out the secret recipe. Anyone can do it as long as they pay. We need to have our own foundation,” Yu Li said. “I mean, the kind that has a secret recipe.”
“But we’re not in this line of work,” Yan Jiecheng said, somewhat frustrated. Neither his family nor Yu Li’s family were in this industry. After thinking for a moment, he said, “How about we find Sha Zhu?”
“No way.” Yu Li shook her head: “Sha Zhu is a standard chef. I want to find someone whose family has a tradition that just ended in this generation. Ideally, someone like our fried chicken chef. It’s not that hard to find one.”
"But where are we supposed to look?"
"Are you stupid? Isn't this investment promotion an opportunity?"
“Yes!” Yan Jiecheng’s eyes lit up.
Some people wanted to show off their skills, while others wanted to gain something from the event. Everyone had their own plans.
The food street project was in full swing after the National Day holiday; according to Dongfang Fuxing, it had to be completed before December. All of this had little to do with Wang Shouren.
Two factory managers did come to the factory.
Speaking of which, these two were old acquaintances of Wang Shouren.
Before they could even speak, Director Liu and Deputy Director Wu of the Sijiucheng Motorcycle Factory put down their cigarettes.
"Hey, Lao Wang, long time no see. How have you been lately?" The chubby factory manager, Liu, smiled like a kind and friendly Maitreya Buddha.
"Not bad. You two wouldn't come here without a reason, would you? What brings you here?" Wang Shouren raised an eyebrow and asked.
"It's nothing serious, Lao Wang. I see that there are some places in your industrial park that you don't need. How about it? Give me the honor of renting a building here too?" Director Liu rubbed his hands together and said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Oh? My prices aren't cheap."
"Don't worry, our factory has money!" Factory Director Liu said cheerfully.
"That's not the issue." Wang Shouren waved his hand. "We've known each other for a long time, haven't we?"
"Aren't we old acquaintances? You even came to our factory to give us guidance back in '75. It's been almost 10 years since then."
“Then I’ll be frank. You know the treatment we receive at our factory. After you moved here, won’t your workers cause you trouble?” Wang Shouren asked.
“Uh…” Director Liu was stunned. He looked at Deputy Director Wu next to him.
Deputy Factory Director Wu subconsciously shook his head, then nodded: "This is indeed a problem."
These days, a secure job is more than just a job.
To put it simply, these days, if a worker thinks the factory manager is doing something wrong, he can go to his office and bang on the table. Of course, this only applies to small factories; it's less likely to happen in large factories like steel rolling mills.
However, if the workers gather and cause trouble, they will be punished if the situation is not handled properly.
Thinking of this, the two of them couldn't help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
We miscalculated!
"It has to be you again, Lao Wang. Thank you this time, I owe you a favor." Director Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Alright, you two, go back and think it over carefully before you decide," Wang Shouren said cheerfully. "Here, have some tea. It's from the south, and it tastes pretty good."
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