Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 1482 1985
Beijing on the eve of the Spring Festival.

The festive atmosphere in Jiudaowan Hutong is already quite strong. Red lanterns are hung in front of every household, paper-cuts are pasted on the windows, and the air is filled with the aroma of stewed meat and the smell of firecrackers. Children dressed in new clothes chase and play in the hutong, clutching broken firecrackers in their hands, throwing one every now and then, which explodes with a bang, eliciting laughter and scolding.

Qin Hao returned home the afternoon before Lunar New Year's Eve. As he dragged his suitcase into the alley, he attracted the attention of many neighbors—not because of him, but because of the completely changed courtyard house in front of him.

This large courtyard house in the central courtyard has been completely transformed after nearly a year of renovations, no longer resembling its dilapidated state. The gray-blue walls have been repainted, and the two imposing vermilion gates are adorned with brass animal-head door knockers. Above the lintel hangs a black plaque with gold lettering that reads "Qin Mansion," written in a vigorous and powerful style—a piece of calligraphy personally penned by Professor Zhou.

Pushing open the gate reveals a completely different world inside. The once uneven courtyard is now paved with bluestone slabs, moss growing in the cracks, exuding a rustic charm. The eaves, beams, and pillars of the main house, side rooms, and rear building have all been renovated. The carved window frames are new, but the aging process is so skillful that they look like originals from a hundred years ago. The most striking feature is the roof tiles—all replaced with dark black barrel tiles, and the eaves are decorated with tile ends carved with auspicious cloud and mythical beast patterns.

In the courtyard, the old locust tree is still there, surrounded by a stone platform, with stone tables and benches placed under it. A new flower bed has been built against the west wall. Although the flowers and plants have withered in winter, you can see the plans for spring – several wintersweet trees are blooming with yellow flowers, their fragrance cool and refreshing.

Qin Hao stood in the courtyard, looking around, and nodded in satisfaction. Professor Zhou's graduate student team was indeed professional; they had preserved the traditional charm of the courtyard house while making many modern renovations. Every room had heating, the electrical wiring had been re-installed, and a separate toilet and bathroom had been built in the backyard. However, the sewage from the toilet needed to be pumped out regularly for a fee, but of course, this amount of money was nothing to Qin Hao.

"You're back?" Li Yuxiang came out of the main house upon hearing the noise. She was wearing a dark purple cotton-padded coat today, her hair was neatly combed, and she looked radiant. Seeing her son, a smile appeared on her face, but she couldn't help but complain, "Why did you spend so much money renovating this yard? Wasn't it perfectly fine as it was before?"

“Mom, you don’t understand this.” Qin Hao put down his suitcase and took his mother’s arm as they walked into the house. “Your environment shapes your temperament and your body. This is called cultivating your inner energy. We can pass it down from generation to generation. Maybe it will even become a cultural relic.”

"Come on, this run-down courtyard is supposed to be an antique?" Li Yuxiang said, but her eyes were smiling. She knew her son was rich now, and she was happy to spend money to make the house more comfortable. It was just that the older generation was used to being frugal and couldn't stand spending money like this.

Stepping into the main room, the changes were even more striking. All the old, worn-out tables and chairs were gone, replaced by a complete set of antique furniture—a huanghuali wood eight-immortal table, grand master chair, and long table; a zitan wood display shelf and writing desk; and a mahogany wardrobe and screen. Several ink paintings hung on the walls, and a blue-and-white porcelain vase sat in the corner. The entire room exuded an antique charm, reminiscent of the mansions of high-ranking officials and nobles during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The most extravagant room was the master bedroom—the one Qin Hao had reserved for himself. Inside was a Qing Dynasty rosewood canopy bed with intricate carvings on the frame, draped with silk curtains. There was a footstool beside the bed and a small table at the head of the bed, complete with all the amenities.

"This bed..." Qin Hao walked over and touched the smooth rosewood: "Where did Professor Zhou get it? It's in good condition."

"Don't even mention it!" Li Yuxiang frowned as soon as she mentioned the bed: "It cost 80,000 yuan! 80,000 yuan! Just for this bed! Do you think I was ripped off? This wooden bed is nowhere near as comfortable as a Simmons mattress. It's rock hard, and when I tried it, my back hurt."

Qin Hao laughed: "Mom, this is called collecting. Don't underestimate it now. In twenty or thirty years, this bed will be worth millions."

"Millions?" Li Yuxiang's eyes widened. "You're just bragging! This piece of junk, millions? I think you've been fooled by that Professor Zhou. And his students, all they do is measure and measure all day, and this is what they come up with? I think it's even worse than before!"

She kept nagging, and Qin Hao knew he couldn't reason with her, so he kept quiet and sat down at the table. Breakfast was already laid out on the table—soy milk, fried dough sticks, pickled vegetables, and several steaming meat buns.

"Eat more, you've gotten thinner again." Li Yuxiang complained, but she still filled a bowl with soy milk for her son.

Qin Hao was indeed hungry, so he picked up the bowl and took a big gulp. The warm soy milk warmed him up completely.

The mother and son were eating breakfast when the courtyard gate was pushed open. Old Xie's voice rang out in the yard: "Auntie! Qin Hao! Is he home?"

"I'm here, come in," Li Yuxiang replied.

Xie Laozhuan and Jia Xiaoying walked in one after the other. Xie Laozhuan was wearing a leather jacket and jeans today, his hair was slicked back, and he looked like a fashionable young man. Jia Xiaoying was beside him, wearing a red woolen coat and a white scarf, and she was wearing makeup. She looked much more mature than she had six months ago.

"Oh, Mr. Qin is back!" Old Xie greeted him with a smile as soon as he turned around. "This courtyard has been renovated to be quite grand! It's like a prince's mansion!"

Jia Xiaoying chimed in, "Yes, these pieces of furniture are really beautiful. Are they all antiques?"

Qin Hao put down his bowl and invited them to sit down: "What brings you two here? It's not even the first day of the new year yet, it's too early to offer New Year's greetings."

"I heard you were back, so I came to see you." Old Xie sat down at the octagonal table, his eyes scanning the surroundings with amazement.

"Not bad." Qin Hao replied casually, then looked at Old Xie and said, "So, what do you want? You never come here unless you need something."

Old Xie chuckled, leaned closer to Qin Hao, and lowered his voice: "Old Qin, can you lend me some money?"

"Borrow money?" Qin Hao raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I just give you a 20,000 yuan year-end bonus? You've spent it all so quickly? You two are really extravagant."

Qin Hao gave Yang Shumo 50,000 yuan, but only gave Xie Laozhuan 20,000 yuan. It wasn't that he was being unfair to one over the other, but Yang Shumo had indeed done 50,000 yuan's worth of work this year—he was almost always on-site overseeing the Jinxiu Garden project from scratch, coordinating with all parties and resolving various problems. As for Xie Laozhuan, frankly speaking, the work he did didn't require much technical skill, so giving him 20,000 yuan was already quite generous.

If everyone gets the same pay regardless of how much they do, it's unfair to those who do more work, and the team will fall apart in the long run.

Upon hearing Qin Hao's words, Jia Xiaoying immediately cried out in protest: "President Qin, I didn't spend a single penny of that 20,000 yuan!"

Old Xie grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the table and explained as he cracked them open, "That 20,000 yuan was used to renovate my family's house. You wouldn't believe it, my old house was almost collapsing. My parents wanted to fix it after the New Year, so I gave them the money."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Actually, it's mainly my brother... He's never had a proper job, he's in his mid-twenties, and he still can't find a girlfriend. I was thinking of opening a small restaurant for him so he'd have something to do and could earn some money, which would help him find a wife later."

That's the truth. Qin Hao knew Xie Laozhuan's family situation—his father was an ordinary worker, and his mother was a housewife; they really couldn't help their children much. It's said that the eldest brother is like a father, and Xie Laozhuan had certainly taken responsibility.

"I see." Qin Hao nodded. "How much are you planning to borrow?"

Old Xie spat out the sunflower seed shells in his mouth: "Ten thousand yuan should be enough. Rent a shop, do some simple renovations, buy some pots and pans, and stock up on other goods. I'm not talking about making a fortune, but at least I won't have to worry about food and drink."

"Okay." Qin Hao stood up and went into the inner room. After a while, he came out with a stack of brand-new hundred-yuan bills and tossed them to Old Xie: "Here you go."

The stack of money was tied with strips of paper, a full hundred sheets, totaling ten thousand yuan. In 1985, this was an absolute fortune—an average worker's annual salary was only a few hundred yuan.

Old Xie took the money, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into his bag: "Thanks, Old Qin. I'll definitely pay you back next year."

"Come on." Qin Hao sat down again, picked up his soy milk and took a sip. "Next year, it'll be deducted directly from your year-end bonus. You're usually so extravagant, it would be strange if you could save any money."

Old Xie chuckled and didn't refute, "Money, once spent, will come back again. It's meant to be spent."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Xie Laozhuan and Jia Xiaoying got up to say goodbye. Before leaving, Xie Laozhuan said, "I'll come back to wish you a Happy New Year on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Bring some good wine then, and we'll have a good drink together."

"Okay." Qin Hao saw them to the door.

Watching the two figures walk away, Li Yuxiang shook her head and whispered to her son, "That Xiao Jia is not the kind of person who can manage a household."

Qin Hao laughed: "Mom, the way you're talking makes it sound like Lao Xie is just a down-to-earth person. They're a perfect match, like a turtle and a mung bean."

"Go away!" Li Yuxiang slapped him: "How can you talk to people like that? Lao Xie is your brother, after all."

She suddenly changed the subject, staring at her son: "Stop talking about her! You're not getting any younger. When are you planning to get married to Ya Jing? She's been with you for so many years, you can't keep things like this, all unclear and ambiguous."

Qin Hao knew the topic would veer this way, so he quickly laughed it off: "Mom, you've already decided on Ya Jing? What if I find someone better?"

"Hmph!" Li Yuxiang rolled her eyes at him. "Better? No matter how good she is, she's not as good as Ya Jing! You child, don't take your good fortune for granted. Ya Jing is such a wonderful girl. She's elegant in public and good at cooking, she can earn money, and she's devoted to you. Where else can you find a wife like that?"

She got more and more excited as she spoke: "Let me tell you, if you dare to betray Ya Jing..."

"Mom, I'm just busy right now." Qin Hao quickly changed the subject when he saw that the fire was about to spread to him: "You see, the project in Shenzhen has just started, and there are a lot of things going on in Hong Kong... Let's wait a couple of years until things stabilize before we talk about it again."

"Two years, two years, how many times have you said that!" Li Yuxiang glared at him. "Do you think that girl can afford to wait?"

"You're still young, in your early twenties." Qin Hao stood up and walked towards the door. "Oh, right, I have something to discuss with Yang Shumao, so I'll be going now. Don't wait for me for dinner tonight; I'll probably eat out."

"Stop right there!" Li Yuxiang tried to call out to him, but Qin Hao had already slipped out of the yard.

Watching her son's hasty retreat, Li Yuxiang felt both amused and exasperated, and sighed, "This child..."

……

Leaving his home, Qin Hao walked along the alley. Along the way, he encountered many neighbors who greeted him warmly.

"Xiao Hao is back!"

"Mr. Qin, Happy New Year!"

"Brother Hao, I heard you've made a fortune in the south. When are you going to take us with you?"

Qin Hao responded with a smile, pulling out cigarettes from his pocket—Marlboro cigarettes he'd brought back from Hong Kong, in a red hard pack—and offering one to any older person he saw. This gesture was well-received, and in no time, the pack was empty.

When we arrived at Yang Shumo's courtyard house, before we even entered, we could hear a commotion inside. Yang Shumo's shouts, his mother's scolding, and the sounds of things being smashed were all mixed together, creating quite a commotion.

Qin Hao was standing at the door, about to knock, when the gate was suddenly pulled open and Yang Shuma rushed out in a disheveled state, almost bumping into him.

"Hey, what happened?" Qin Hao helped him up, looking at his fleeing appearance, and couldn't help but laugh: "Did your parents search you again?"

Yang Shumo steadied himself, panting heavily, and rolled his eyes: "Don't even mention it! It's all because Xie Lao's dad was bragging everywhere that you forwarded Xie Lao a 20,000 yuan year-end bonus, saying that he'd be renovating the house in the spring. When my parents heard about it, they interrogated me like crazy... they practically put me on the tiger bench and pepper spray!"

He exaggerated, but Qin Hao could imagine the scene. He knew Yang Shumo's parents well—especially Yang's mother, who was definitely the number one "fierce fighter" in Jiudaowan Hutong and had a way of disciplining her son.

"Then you can't blame Xie Laozhuan," Qin Hao said gloatingly. "It's his money, he can spend it however he wants."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang's mother's booming voice echoed from the courtyard: "Silly Mao! You can run away, but you can't hide! If you don't explain the 20,000 yuan, see how I deal with you!"

Yang Shumo's face fell, and he grabbed Qin Hao and ran, saying, "Let's go, let's go, we can't stay here anymore. Let's go to my third sister's shop to avoid trouble."

"Okay." Qin Hao was also happy to watch the excitement: "It'll be good to see how the clothing store is doing."

The two hailed a taxi and headed straight for Qianmen Street.

As the Spring Festival approaches, Qianmen Street is bustling with crowds, shoulder to shoulder. This is one of Beijing's most vibrant commercial streets, lined with shops on both sides, their signs brightly colored. Vendors selling New Year's goods, clothes, and snacks call out their wares in a lively atmosphere. The air is filled with a mingled aroma—the sweet scent of roasted chestnuts, the savory fragrance of fried noodles.

Qin Hao and Yang Shumo squeezed through the crowd and arrived at a store called "Hong Kong Fashion". The store was not large, but it was decorated in a very fashionable way - white exterior walls, large glass windows, all kinds of clothes hanging inside, and bright lighting.

Pushing open the door, a warm breeze greeted me. Music was playing inside—Teresa Teng's "Tian Mi Mi" (Sweet Honey), its gentle melody echoing throughout the store. Several female customers were selecting clothes, while two young female sales assistants patiently explained their purchases.

"Welcome... Oh, it's you guys!"

Yang Shuying came to greet us. She looked completely different from before—wearing a bright red wool sweater, black flared pants, her hair styled in the latest big waves, with light makeup and lipstick on her lips, making her look fashionable and energetic.

Yang Shumo was stunned, looking his sister up and down: "You...you're my third sister?"

Yang Shuying spun around triumphantly, her long, wavy hair billowing in the air: "How about it, isn't your sister alright?"

"Absolutely!" Yang Shumo gave a thumbs up: "She's so beautiful, no less than those Hong Kong stars! If she walked down the street, I wouldn't even recognize her!"

Yang Shuying nodded in satisfaction: "You have good taste."

She then looked at Qin Hao: "President Qin, are you here to inspect our work?"

Qin Hao waved his hand and laughed, "What am I inspecting? This shop isn't my property. If anyone should be inspecting, it should be Ya Jing. I just happened to be passing by."

Just then, the wind chimes by the door rang. A familiar voice came from outside: "Who's talking about me?"

The three turned around and saw Zhao Yajing walking in carrying several large shopping bags. Today she was wearing a long, beige down jacket, a red scarf, and sunglasses, looking every bit the fashionable woman.

"Hey, you three, did you plan this? Why are you all here today?"

Yang Shuying warmly greeted her and took the bag from her hand.

"No way." Zhao Yajing took off her scarf, draped it over her arm, and winked at Qin Hao. "Can't it just be a matter of fate bringing us together from afar?"

Qin Hao shook his head, mercilessly exposing the truth: "You, the boss, are not here for the first time this year, are you?"

“Yes!” Zhao Yajing said matter-of-factly, “It’s almost Chinese New Year, so I came to Qianmen to buy some things. I thought there was a shop here, so I thought I’d just stop by and take a look. What, is that not allowed?”

Yang Shumo teased from the side, "President Zhao, you're really taking this hand-off management role to a whole new level. Aren't you afraid of losing money?"

"Pah, pah, pah!" Yang Shuying slapped her younger brother on the back of the head in an annoyed tone. "What nonsense are you talking about during the New Year! Good luck and prosperity! This shop is doing great business, how could it possibly be losing money?"

She genuinely cares about the store. As the store manager, Yang Shuying receives a fixed salary of 200 yuan per month, plus a 5% commission on sales. In good months, the commission is even higher than her salary. Over the past six months, she has saved a considerable amount of money, gained more confidence, and started to spend more on her appearance. She is truly satisfied with and cherishes this job.

"What do you know?" Zhao Yajing said seriously, "This is called 'if you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them.' I completely trust Sister Shuying's abilities. Look, isn't this shop being managed quite well?"

Qin Hao chuckled inwardly. Zhao Yajing's words sounded nice, but in reality, she firmly controlled the store's supply chain—all the clothes came from her wholesale store in Guangzhou, and she set the prices. She also appointed people to handle the finances, reconciling accounts monthly. Yang Shuying only had operational management rights, not financial authority. With this structure, Zhao Yajing could naturally be a hands-off manager.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

“This isn’t the place to talk.” Yang Shuying glanced at the growing number of customers in the shop. “Let’s go to the back office; it’ll be quieter there.”

She led the three of them through the storefront to a small room at the back. This room served as both an office and a warehouse, with some boxes piled up and a desk and several chairs in the middle.

Once the door was closed, the noise outside decreased significantly.

Yang Shumao plopped down in a chair and recounted his family's troubles with a wry smile. When he mentioned that his parents had "tortured" him for his 50,000 yuan year-end bonus, Zhao Yajing and Yang Shuying couldn't help but laugh.

"A year-end bonus of 50,000?" Yang Shuying's eyes widened, and her voice rose eight octaves: "My God! Sha Mao, you earned that much in a year?"

She originally thought her income was already quite high, definitely a high income in Beijing in 1985. But compared to 50,000... it was nothing.

"Goodness..." Yang Shuying muttered, "No wonder everyone says it's easy to make money in the South. This year-end bonus is enough for me to work for more than ten years..."

Seeing this, Yang Shumo chuckled inwardly. If his third sister knew that Qin Hao also had a 130-acre real estate project called "Jinxiu Garden" in Shenzhen, and that his "Burger King" in Hong Kong was already listed with a market value of over a billion Hong Kong dollars... she would probably faint.

Sometimes, knowing too much is actually a bad thing. Yang Shumo knows this all too well.

Seeing Yang Shuying's shocked expression, Zhao Yajing smiled, took a brown paper envelope from her bag, and pushed it in front of Yang Shuying:

"Sister Shuying, you've worked hard this year too. I was originally planning to give you a surprise during the New Year, but since we've run into each other today, I'll give it to you in advance."

Yang Shuying picked up the envelope with a puzzled look; it felt heavy in her hand. She opened it and found a thick stack of brand-new hundred-yuan bills tied with a strip of paper.

Her hands trembled noticeably, and her voice quivered as she said, "This...this is..."

"Year-end bonus," Zhao Yajing said with a smile. "Let's count it, five thousand yuan. In addition, each of the other employees in the store will receive three hundred yuan. Those who worked during the Spring Festival will receive double pay. I'll talk to the finance department later and the money will be distributed in the next couple of days."

"Five thousand..." Yang Shuying looked at the bundle of money in her hand, feeling like she was dreaming. This was more than her annual salary! She had never received so much money at once in her entire life.

"This...this isn't right, is it?" She instinctively wanted to decline, "You've already given me enough."

“What’s wrong with that?” Zhao Yajing held her hand, her tone sincere: “Just take it. Sister Shuying, the store’s business has been so good this year, all thanks to you. It’s only right that I give you a year-end bonus. As long as the store’s business is good in the future, I guarantee that the year-end bonus will be more and more each year.”

She paused, then added, "Everyone has worked hard all year, and as the boss, I haven't had time to think about things here. Consider this money as my New Year's greeting to Sister Shuying and all the sisters in the shop. Have a good New Year."

Yang Shuying's eyes welled up with tears, and she hugged Zhao Yajing tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "Yajing... thank you... don't worry, I will definitely take good care of the shop and make you lots and lots of money..."

She was truly moved. She had worked as a temporary worker in a street factory for six years, earning only 28.5 yuan a month, and was often bullied by the permanent employees. Now, not only was her salary higher, but her boss also trusted and treated her so well. This feeling of being respected was something money couldn't buy.

Before Yang Shuying could finish being moved, Yang Shumao reminded her from the side, "Sister, you must hide this money well. What if Mom and Dad find out..."

Yang Shuying immediately became alert and nodded in deep agreement: "Yes, that makes sense. I'll deposit it in the bank later, in a fixed term, and hide the passbook so they won't know."

Zhao Yajing found it amusing to see the siblings looking so fearful: "Are you two really that afraid? How old are you? Why are you still so afraid of your parents?"

"That's because you don't know how formidable those two old folks are." Yang Shumao and Yang Shuying exchanged a glance and couldn't help but shudder. "Once you've seen it for yourself, you won't say that anymore."

They grew up under their parents' "iron-fisted rule" and know all too well how difficult the two old men can be.

After chatting for a while, Yang Shumao decided to stay and lay low at his sister's place. Qin Hao, on the other hand, was "conscripted" by Zhao Yajing.

"Let's go." Zhao Yajing stood up and put her down jacket back on. "Come shopping with me. Can you carry my groceries?"

Qin Hao pointed at himself: "So, I've become a laborer?"

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Yajing shoved several shopping bags into his hands: "You and Sha Mao made me lose five thousand yuan, what's wrong with letting you carry my bags for a while?"

Qin Hao rolled his eyes: "It's your own year-end bonus, what does it have to do with me?"

"Hmph!" Zhao Yajing wrinkled her nose: "If you hadn't mentioned the year-end bonus to Sha Mao, Sister Shuying wouldn't have known about it at all. I could have saved that money."

"You've got a really clever plan," Qin Hao laughed and scolded. "You're trying to win people over, and now you want me to foot the bill? Dream on!"

Even so, he still picked up those heavy bags.

The two said goodbye to Yang Shuying and her brother, left the clothing store, and rejoined the crowds on Qianmen Street.

……

In Beijing during winter, darkness falls early. Although it was only a little past four in the afternoon, it was already getting dark. The streetlights were gradually turning on, and the neon signs of the shops were flashing with colorful lights. The festive atmosphere was growing stronger, and everywhere there were crowds of people buying New Year's goods, everyone's face beaming with holiday joy.

Zhao Yajing linked arms with Qin Hao, and the two walked slowly. Qin Hao carried several shopping bags in one hand, with the other hand in his pocket. Although the bags were not light, he carried them steadily.

“Tell me,” Zhao Yajing suddenly spoke, pointing to a row of street vendors by the roadside, “has the policy really loosened up now? I see there are more and more of these vendors.”

There were indeed quite a few stalls along the roadside—selling candied hawthorns, roasted sweet potatoes, cheap clothes, small toys… The stall owners were calling out their wares, and business was pretty good.

"Hmm." Qin Hao nodded: "I heard that Beijing now allows individuals to apply for business licenses. Although there are still many restrictions, it is indeed much more relaxed than a few years ago."

Zhao Yajing's eyes lit up: "Then, could we consider opening a Burger King in Beijing?"

She had actually thought about this question for a long time. As a native Beijinger, she naturally hoped that her business could flourish in her hometown. Moreover, the Beijing market was so big, with such a large population; if Burger King could enter the market, it would definitely make a lot of money.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao did not answer immediately. He slowed his pace, looked at the bustling crowd on the street, and fell into deep thought.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "It will definitely be opened. But we can't rush it."

"Why?" Zhao Yajing asked, "Now that the policy allows it, and we have money, why not seize the time to capture the market?"

“There are a few problems,” Qin Hao analyzed. “First, the supply of raw materials. Burger King’s core ingredient is chicken. Our stores in Hong Kong and Guangdong use white-feathered chickens from chicken farms in Huizhou. But Beijing is too far from Huizhou, the cost of cold chain transportation is too high, and there are also many losses along the way.”

He paused, then continued, "Secondly, the management team. Our current staff is mainly in Hong Kong and Guangdong. To open a store in Beijing, we need trustworthy people to manage it."

“Third…” Qin Hao looked around at the surroundings: “The consumption level and habits in Beijing are different from those in Hong Kong and Guangdong. We need to do research and make adjustments; we can’t just copy their models.”

Zhao Yajing listened and nodded. She knew Qin Hao was right. Doing business couldn't rely solely on enthusiasm; it required meticulous planning.

"Then...when will it open?" she asked.

Qin Hao thought for a moment: "Once the white-feathered chicken farms in Huizhou start to supply a stable amount of raw materials, we'll build a transit cold storage facility near Beijing to solve the raw material problem. In addition, we also need to train a group of employees and managers in Beijing. It should be early next year by then. At that time, we will have to focus our main efforts on the mainland market. We've already encountered a bottleneck in Hong Kong, so there's no need to invest too much energy there."

Qin Hao remembered that KFC entered the mainland market in 1987, with Beijing as its first stop. Naturally, he would not give up such a large market in the north. Whether it was the Hong Kong market or the mainland market, Qin Hao had to give foreign fast food a good beating. Otherwise, once they tasted success, it would be a long war of attrition. Compared with international giants like KFC and McDonald's, his only advantage was his geographical advantage, so he had to seize the initiative.