Knowing that Yun Jin had opened a fried chicken and hamburger shop, Feng Qianqian was certain that Yun Jin had also been reborn.
Otherwise, how would she know about fried chicken and hamburgers, which are from abroad?
And then there's the disco, the clothing store, the hotel—all the businesses she made money from were, in retrospect, very lucrative industries.
Otherwise, how could someone born in the countryside know so much?
Taski opened and business was booming. Feng Qianqian knew from He Ziqian's description how much money it made. In later years, there were fried chicken and hamburger shops all over the country, and children loved to eat there.
I never expected that she would open a similar one.
Feng Qianqian also asked He Ziqian to buy her a portion.
He Ziqian originally didn't want to give Yun Jin the opportunity to earn money, but Feng Qianqian insisted, so he had no choice but to reluctantly buy a family bucket meal and secretly eat it with Feng Qianqian outside.
She took a bite of the fried chicken, and the taste was quite different from what she had eaten before.
I took another bite of the burger, and it was alright, not too bad.
As for the fries, there's no difference.
The difference in taste is probably due to the different marinade.
He Ziqian complained, "You have no idea, this one family bucket costs 9.9 yuan, and I almost couldn't get it. Why doesn't she just try to grab it? Are those people crazy? Wouldn't it be better to just buy chicken and eat it herself?"
That being said, He Ziqian couldn't stop eating. The family bucket was for three people, but He Ziqian could eat two people's worth, and he also ate quite a few fries.
If Feng Qianqian had been any slower, He Ziqian would have eaten her portion.
Watching He Ziqian devour his food, Feng Qianqian said regretfully, "If we had the capital, we could open a fried chicken and burger shop like this too."
"Can you cook?" He Ziqian couldn't; he could only eat.
Feng Qianqian nodded, and to conceal the fact that she had been reborn, she lied: "I saw someone else do it in Hong Kong before, and I learned it!"
He Ziqian gave a thumbs up.
Indeed, they had eaten in Hong Kong before: "It's not as good as the one in Hong Kong."
"Of course! Theirs is the real deal!" Feng Qianqian sneered at Yun Jin for only knowing how to copy; if she was so capable, she should create her own original!
Yun Jin was incompetent; it was only after Xiao Niangao reminded her that she saw He Ziqian sneaking into the store selling fried chicken and hamburgers. She thought he would never patronize her business in this lifetime.
Who knew he would not only come, but also bring a family bucket of instant noodles.
Little Rice Cake likes to come to the fried chicken shop to play, while Yun Jin comes to keep watch and observe how the shop is doing.
The staff worked very hard and provided excellent service. They worked together seamlessly, and although it was crowded and noisy, they managed to serve the food in an orderly manner.
The cleaning was quick, and the overall service was excellent.
The fried chicken shop doesn't have enough ingredients every day, and it closes down as soon as it sells out.
It's not that Yun Jin prepared too little; it's that the purchasing power of Chinese people is too strong now.
Within three days of opening, the fried chicken shop became famous, attracting many people who lined up in long queues, even if it took one or two hours.
Those employees were so tired that their hands cramped up.
Fortunately, Yun Jin had anticipated this situation and recruited and trained a lot of people. When someone got tired, they could rest, and someone else would immediately take over, so that her employees wouldn't be overworked.
In addition, Yun Jin also offers fries and fried chicken service at the disco.
People who go to the disco can also order fries, fried chicken, and hamburgers.
Many people know that fried chicken restaurants have long queues, so they go upstairs to the disco for food and drinks.
Those who don't know can only wait in line downstairs.
After finishing her work, Yun Jin went back to have dinner with Xiao Niangao. She returned a little early. Just as Yun Jin parked the motorcycle and took Xiao Niangao off, Feng Qianqian strolled back and raised an eyebrow when she saw her.
Feng Qianqian took the initiative to speak: "Let's talk."
Yun Jin told Xiao Niangao to go back and wash her hands before watching TV and eating. She then took out the car keys and looked at Feng Qianqian: "What's there to talk about?"
“I know you’ve been reborn,” Feng Qianqian said bluntly.
Yun Jin said indifferently, "What is rebirth? I've never heard of it."
Feng Qianqian ignored Yun Jin's feigned madness: "Stop pretending."
"What did I pretend to be?" Yun Jin thought to herself. "So what if I pretended to be something? What can you do to me?"
Unable to continue the conversation, Feng Qianqian stated, "Anyway, I know where you come from. If you don't want to be exposed, lend me 30,000 yuan. I also want to do business."
"What did you say? Say it again." Yun Jin found it outrageous. How dare she ask for 30,000?
"I'll say it again: I need 30,000 yuan to start a business. Don't worry, I won't compete with you or steal your business. Once we make money, I'll pay you back, with interest." Feng Qianqian thought she had caught Yun Jin red-handed.
"You can tell others where I come from. Don't be afraid your son was born in a mental hospital, go ahead and try." Yun Jin sneered, "You have the nerve to ask me for money? Who do you think you are?"
Feng Qianqian looked humiliated and her face turned ugly.
Yun Jin looked at the person who had come to her door and said, "If you need money, you can take out a loan. It's impossible for you to borrow money from me."
Feng Qianqian was reminded: "A loan...a loan?"
Yun Jin had already dug the pit, so she ignored Feng Qianqian.
When He Ziqian came home from get off work, Feng Qianqian couldn't wait to tell him, "We were so stupid, why didn't we think of taking out a loan? Go to the bank tomorrow and ask about loans."
"Is that so?" He Ziqian hadn't paid attention to this part either.
Feng Qianqian nodded: "You'll know if you go ask."
The next day, He Ziqian took Feng Qianqian to the bank to inquire about loans. If they wanted to get a loan, they would need collateral.
You can mortgage a house, or you can mortgage land.
They had nothing but a motorcycle.
The bank staff glanced at He Ziqian's cool motorcycle and said it could be used as collateral for a loan of five thousand yuan to He Ziqian.
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