Given this guy's level of awareness, Wang Shouren thought he might be able to say something that would interest him.
That's it?
“Tell me where Yunmeng went, and I’ll tell you who’s after you.”
"Not interested." Wang Shouren shook his head.
He knew that someone was interested in him.
Or rather, ever since he left, the factory has been in constant turmoil.
But so what? Wang Shouren never cared about these things.
"Very well, Wang Shouren, you'll regret this!"
After saying that, Xu Jiaguo stood up and left without lingering.
"That's it?" Qin Jingru was somewhat bewildered. "Isn't this all his own problem? How did it end up being our fault?"
Wang Shouren smiled and shook his head: "It's not necessarily his fault."
"What do you mean?" Qin Jingru didn't quite understand. If it wasn't his problem, was it hers?
“The needs of each era are different, depending on what the era lacks. I was just lucky to be able to provide what the era lacked. As for him, if he had been born a few decades later, he might have had some opportunities.”
Once you reach a certain level, you'll understand that each era needs different types of people.
You may be struggling in this era, but perhaps you will be very successful in another time.
Sometimes, people really do have a lot to do with fate.
"By the way, send someone to follow Ruiming, Xirou, and Huairu."
"Are you afraid he'll attack them?" Qin Jingru's mouth opened slightly: "It's unlikely."
"Who knows? It's always good to be on the safe side. That's how it's always written in novels, isn't it?" Wang Shouren shrugged. "Better safe than sorry."
"Okay, I got it. What about you?"
“Me? I don’t need it.” Wang Shouren shook his head.
He has made progress over the years.
Back in 1984, there were very few cameras around.
"Alright, let's go. Let's go back and figure out how to get rid of those research labs in the factory. Later, have Kui Datou pass on the message to the middle management: keep the money if you can. Our real estate development should have its first phase completed by mid-1986. Let's not run out of money then." Wang Shouren clapped his hands and drank the water on the table.
Xu Jiaguo still couldn't let go of his pride, or rather, he never had.
So what exactly would this person do? Wang Shouren didn't know. All he knew was that such people usually did things in an extremely extreme way.
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Tianjin
The first Master Qin Fried Chicken shop has been open for more than half a year.
Business is still booming every day.
Yunmeng stood in front of the counter, waiting for people to order their desired set meals.
Speaking of which, these days, ordering machines are quite rare—or rather, they practically don't exist in China. This particular ordering machine was developed in Wang Shouren's research lab and directly implemented in Qin Shifu Fried Chicken. This is quite a novelty in this day and age; everyone knows that Qin Shifu Fried Chicken has a very high-tech machine.
You can order with just one click. Regardless of whether the fried chicken is delicious or not, everyone wants to come and see it.
This fried chicken shop became popular in a rather strange way.
As night fell, Yunmeng and Yu Rouya went home together.
Yunmeng came to Tianjin, and Wang Kaifang's house was big enough. Since she also had two children, the two families decided to live together. At first, Yunmeng was a little embarrassed. However, Yu Rouya said, "We're all family; making the fried chicken shop bigger and stronger is the right thing to do," which convinced her. Now, the two families are as close as one big family.
The kids in the family also have a lot of fun.
Wang Pangzi felt a little awkward, as if his wife wasn't really his wife.
Now, every day when he comes home, the two women huddle together, chattering away, seemingly discussing something. The worst part is that if he tries to join in, his wife pushes him away. How unfair is that? Fortunately, they still lie together at night, otherwise he'd start to wonder if he's being cuckolded.
Sure enough, the two women got together again tonight to discuss things.
Surprisingly, Yu Rouya waved to the fat man.
The fat man wanted to keep a low profile, but after thinking it over, for the sake of a happy night, he happily ran over.
“We’ve done the math, and we’ve made quite a bit of money in the last six months. We’re thinking of opening a branch. Where do you think would be a good place to put it?”
If this had happened a few years ago, Wang Kaifang definitely wouldn't have dared to do it.
But now, in 1984, things have gradually become clearer. The concept of capitalists is no longer significant. As long as the economy can develop, everything else is negotiable. Tianjin, in particular, has a thriving light industry sector, a large population, and the Tianjin Port, making it a relatively prosperous place.
"So fast? Have you chosen someone yet?" Wang Kaifang was aware of the two women's plans.
My wife used to be a capitalist's daughter, but she was born in a bad era. She was still quite educated.
When it comes to opening branch stores, the approach has been pretty much the same throughout history.
How do you open a branch? Start by training your own staff at the main store, then gradually promote them to store manager positions, and so on, one branch at a time. This is the safest approach. Of course, you could also poach staff from other stores, but Qin Shifu Fried Chicken's model is relatively sophisticated, which means there aren't many places to poach talent.
Moreover, the two women figured they also needed to familiarize themselves with the operating model.
"I've made my choice," Yu Rouya said. "The profit margin is indeed high."
When the two women tallied their first month's profits, they were so excited they almost jumped for joy. Good heavens, the monthly profit was over 20,000 yuan, and the daily sales were outrageous. In the end, they had to hire about ten people to keep up with the workload. Over the past six months, they'd certainly earned a considerable amount.
"Then I'll just call Lao Wang and have his renovation team come over. Has the location been decided yet?" The fat man didn't seem to care much.
He may be wealthy, but personally, he doesn't have a strong desire for money. He only has one small hobby: fishing. It doesn't cost much, and although he earns more now, it doesn't make a big difference to him. He was happy for a moment, but after that, it didn't feel like anything special. He just went back to doing what he was doing…
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