Chapter 7 A Pleasant Dining Experience
October 1926, 10, Central Avenue, Los Angeles, USA.

Hank is the manager of a large store on Central Street. Since he has a good income and has to go to work early, he usually eats breakfast outside.

As soon as he walked into Central Street today, a little boy came up to him and handed him a piece of paper.

"Sir, there's a new restaurant at No. 99 Front Street. The food is delicious and it opened today. As long as you take this paper over, you only have to pay half the bill. You can go and try it." The little boy looked at Hank expectantly.

That's right. This piece of paper is actually the store's flyer. Yesterday, Zhang Feng found more than 10 children nearby to help him distribute the flyers. In order to increase their enthusiasm and prevent them from throwing away the flyers at will or giving them to people who are not target customers, Zhang Feng also stipulated that they can get a commission of one cent for every customer who takes their flyers to the store. Their names are written on the flyers given to them.

Hank casually took the flyer, flipped through it, and found that there was text on only one side. After a closer look, he saw the names of the foods and corresponding pictures, with "New store opening, delicious food, 50% off on all items with this coupon" written in big bold letters in the middle.

He looked at the bottom line, which had the address of the store. It was not far from where he worked, and happened to be one of the restaurants he often went to. He was tired of eating there, so he didn't mind giving it a try.

"Oh, 50% off?" Hank said casually. Of course, he didn't particularly care about the 50% discount. He just wanted to try something new as long as it wasn't too expensive. However, since there was a bargain, he wouldn't waste it.

"Yes, sir, I can take you there," the little boy said enthusiastically.

"No, I can go there by myself." Hank refused. He didn't really like strangers following him.

After saying that, he didn't care about the little boy, quickened his pace and walked forward, and soon arrived at No. 99 Central Street.

He looked up and saw the sign on the store door read "KFC". There was also a poster on the wall that was similar to the one on the flyer, but larger, and had their own slogans.

"Great value and delicious meals", "You can't stop tasting the delicious food", "The first one in America", etc.

Without further hesitation, he walked into the store.

"Sir, welcome to our store. Please order here." Hank just walked into the store and heard a pleasant voice. He turned around and saw a beautiful lady standing next to him. She was wearing an orange uniform and said to him with a smile.

Because today was the first day of opening and they were afraid that they would be too busy, both Zhang Feng and Greta Garbo came to act as waiters, both wearing their extra work clothes.

Zhang Feng was busy delivering meals at the time, and Greta Garbo was responsible for being the receptionist at the store door. Firstly, because she was beautiful, and the new store really needed someone to welcome customers at the door, which would not be needed the next day; secondly, Zhang Feng was afraid that she would be tired due to pregnancy, so he only let her do some easy work.

After hearing Greta Garbo's voice, a waiter came over and invited Hank into the store. He enthusiastically guided him to line up in front of the ordering counter.

"Sir, you can line up here first. There is a menu there. You can think about what you want to eat first. When it is your turn, you can order directly. After paying, you will be given a number tag and the meal will be delivered to you later." Delis said with a smile.

Hank looked at the people queuing in front of him and didn't say much. He just nodded, then he looked up at the colorful menu on the wooden board above Qin Qingning's head.

It just said: Spicy chicken wings 5 ​​cents, New Orleans grilled wings 5 ​​cents, spicy chicken burgers 10 cents, Big Macs 15 cents, French fries 3 cents, mashed potatoes 3 cents, and Coca-Cola 2 cents.

Soon it was his turn, and Hank immediately said, "One serving of spicy chicken wings, one spicy chicken leg burger, one serving of mashed potatoes, and a Coke."

"It's 20 cents in total, 5% off, you only need to pay 10 cents, thank you." Qin Qingning said with a smile. Then she
A female employee next to her wrote on a palm-sized piece of paper with a pen: 1 spicy chicken wing, 1 spicy chicken leg burger, 1 mashed potato, 1 cola; these papers were copied in advance, and she only needed to write the quantity on them.

The female employee then took out a number plate from the wooden box next to her. It was number 25. She then wrote 25 on a piece of paper and handed the number plate to Hank.

Hank nodded, handed over the 10 cents, and took the number tag.

"Sir, please sit here and wait a moment. The meal will be here soon." Delis quickly took Hank to an empty seat and sat him down.

After he sat down, he felt that everything was very new. He put down the bag in his hand, looked around, and found that everyone was eating silently. Some people were eating voraciously. He even saw a middle-aged man putting his fingers in his mouth and licking them vigorously.

About 3 minutes later, a waitress came over from the window, bringing a wooden tray with food on it and a piece of paper on it, and walked quickly towards him.

"The meal for customer No. 25 has arrived." The female employee shouted as she walked.

Seeing everyone's reaction, she shouted again.

Hank paused and quickly looked at the number plate in his hand. It was number 25. Then he realized that he was being called.

"Oh, here it is me," Hank said, quickly standing up.

"Your meal is here, sir. Please enjoy your meal and thank you for coming." The waitress glanced at him, then walked over with the plate, put it down and said, then took the number tag he had placed on the table.

Hank looked at the food on his plate. It was the same as the one on the flyer. He breathed a sigh of relief and started eating it with his hands.

He had eaten burgers before, so he picked up the spicy chicken wings on the flyer, gently put them into his mouth, and took a big bite. "Hmm, not bad, very delicious." Hank thought to himself.

After taking a bite, he picked up the glass and took a sip of Coke, doubling his happiness.

It took him five minutes to slowly savor the spicy chicken wings. Then he picked up the hamburger and started eating it. It tasted very good, better than any he had eaten before.

After eating the spicy chicken wings and hamburgers and drinking the Coke, he was already about 80% full. He then brought the small bowl full of mashed potatoes to him, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, slowly put it into his mouth, and finished it all in a short while.

It took him nearly 10 minutes to finish his breakfast. He sat down and prepared to rest for a while before going to work. He looked up and found that there were more and more people queuing. He looked around and saw that there were no empty seats. Many people took their food away.

"Business is really good and the food is great too. Next time I'll bring my wife and kids over to try it." He sighed and thought of his children at home.

Then he immediately stood up and opened the door. He felt that he was a gentleman and decided to give his seat to someone in need, and then left the store.

After walking out of the store, he looked back at the store, seeing people coming and going, and then walked towards the company without looking back.

There were more and more people in the store and the noise was getting louder and louder.

"Serve the food quickly," "I've been waiting for a long time," etc. In addition to the sound of everyone's conversations, there were also urging voices from time to time.

"We'll be there soon, we'll be there soon." "There are a lot of customers today, please be patient and wait for a moment." Zhang Feng and the others could only respond like this.

It was really a mixture of pain and joy. After the morning rush hour, everyone was exhausted, except Zhang Feng. After all, his physical fitness was many times better than that of ordinary people.

Zhang Feng walked up to Greta Garbo, held her hands, and pulled her to an empty seat to sit down. He said gently, "Honey, you must be tired. We will go back soon. You can rest at home in the afternoon and will not come again."

"I'm not tired, Feng. Business is good today and I'm needed here." Greta Garbo rubbed Zhang Feng's arm and said. He thought Zhang Feng's arm must be sore after carrying dishes all morning.

"Okay then, but you have to go to the back and rest after standing for half an hour. Even if you are not tired, our children will be tired too." Zhang Feng compromised.

It was already past breakfast time, and seeing that only one person came into the store occasionally, Zhang Feng called everyone to the kitchen.

"Everyone has worked hard this morning. In addition to the fixed set meal, you can choose one more item for lunch as a reward." Zhang Feng said generously. He felt that this was already kind enough and he must be the best capitalist of this era.

Sure enough, everyone showed a happy expression, which gave Zhang Feng a new understanding. There is no harm without comparison, and he cannot break the rules of reality, otherwise he will easily be rejected and hostile.

Just like in later generations, capitalists mostly make empty promises, and there are very few real benefits. No matter in which era, the authorities always support the capitalists because they are a class. Even if they are not a class, they are still people needed by the upper class. Unless there is less cake, the big fish will eat the small fish. After all, pigs should be raised first and then killed for meat.

The place was packed with people at noon and in the evening. After closing at night, Zhang asked everyone to leave, leaving only himself and Greta Garbo.

"Honey, let's count the money." Zhang Feng opened the cash register drawer, grabbed out all the money one handful at a time, spread it all over the counter, and then called Greta Garbo to count the money together.

Although it looked like a lot, it was mostly cents, with only a pitiful dollar. Half an hour later, the two added up the two piles of money they had counted.

"I have 71 dollars and 25 cents here, how about you?" Zhang Feng asked.

"I have 62 dollars and 12 cents," Greta Garber replied immediately.

"The total is 133 US dollars and 37 cents. Because today's discount is 266%, it should be 74 US dollars and 200 cents. But it's because of the discount that there are so many people, and each person may order a little more. After these three days, we will see if it can be stabilized at 6000 US dollars. That means 70 US dollars a month. Without rent, the profit is about 4200%, which is US dollars. Alas, it's not a lot." Zhang Feng sighed.

He is indeed being a bit Versailles, but he was influenced by Zhihu, Douyin and news in his previous life. You have to know that everyone in Zhihu and Douyin in his previous life had an annual salary of one million and drove a Maserati. The customs officers who were caught for anti-skin disease in the news all made hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars. He really thinks that this amount of money is too little and money is too hard to earn.

This dealt a heavy blow to his confidence. It was too difficult to do business.

If you want to make more money, you can only open more branches. However, in this era, it is almost impossible to open chain stores all over the United States like in later generations. It would be good enough to open all over California.

He also felt that opening branches one by one was too slow, and he was just an ordinary person in his previous life with an empty head. It was already very good that he could think of two profitable businesses: stockings and KFC.

Oh, forget it, let's take it one step at a time and don't be too ambitious. Zhang Feng felt that he was too ambitious and would soon lose the early advantages. Thinking about it again, his original idea was just to be a small capitalist. He could follow the current steps, make the first pot of gold through KFC and nylon stockings, and then continue to invest in some famous listed companies in later generations. He wouldn't have to bother to run them. He was not cut out for it and didn't want to bother to study. Now that he had money, wouldn't it be nice to just lie down and do it.

And even so, a hundred years later, his family would be considered one of the richest people in the world.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng lost the motivation to continue studying and working hard. It was better to enjoy life, but he still had to earn money.

(End of this chapter)