Qin Lang's head hurt, and he had a groggy feeling, as if he had been hit with a big stick. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But that's only because he's drunk too much -- last night, he and Kelly. Johnson, along with a large group of Los Angeles cops, drank most of the night in the bar and didn't return to the hotel until the early hours of the morning. Based on some fragments of his less clear memory, he felt as if he had drunk an entire bottle of whiskey.

This is something that hasn't happened in a long time. Qin Lang hardly drinks alcohol, and even if he drinks occasionally, he drinks very little. The last time he drank a bottle of wine was when he graduated from college; Since his birth, there have only been three such records. So, I have to admit that he drank too much last night.

He didn't like that; He doesn't like to drink, and he hates getting drunk even more.

Actually, he wasn't like that before. Qin Lang had been drinking since he was two years old...... In fact, at first, it was not considered "drinking", but every time his grandfather drank, he would dip a little bit of chopsticks into his mouth, and then slowly developed to drink from a small cup.

However, the situation has since changed. When he was in elementary school, he experienced a serious car accident caused by drunk driving, and a cousin with whom he had a close relationship died of excessive drinking. These things left some shadows on his mind, and instinctively, he was very repulsive to alcohol.

If not for the sake of Kelly. Johnson has developed a more intimate bond with his men, and he will definitely not behave like he did last night. Although such a sacrifice was worth it from any point of view, Qin Lang didn't want to have a second time.

"Next time, this kind of thing will be in charge of Rang Yishui." Based on his performance last night, Qin Lang believed that Yi Shui had a great talent for shooting and a strong ability to drink alcohol - perhaps because he drank too much Wuliangye when he was in Sichuan......

"Qin Lang, are you awake?" As soon as he thought of him, Yi Shui walked into the room.

"Hmm." Qin Lang nodded, "What time is it?" ”

"Twelve. Just in time for lunch. ”

"Looks like I've been sleeping too long...... Damn it! "It's terrible. His head still hurts, and he still feels groggy. However, Qin Lang still sat up, and then he noticed a problem. "Yi Shui, where is the door to the room?" The door was gone, and he remembered that Yi Shui didn't knock on the door when he came in.

Belch...... What's going on?

"You don't remember?" Yi Shui stared at Qin Lang's face for a while. After realizing that he really didn't remember what happened last night, he explained: "You kicked the door down when you came back last night. ”

"What?"

"When you came back last night, you couldn't find the key, so you kicked the door," Yi Shui made a kicking motion, "and then the whole door fell down with a bang." He shook his head, "I've already talked to my boss about compensation just now." ”

"Is that so?" Qin Lang thought for a moment, "It looks like I drank too much last night." ”

"Maybe."

Qin Lang looked at Yi Shui strangely. "What do you mean by 'maybe'?"

"The meaning of 'maybe' is, I don't think you were really drunk yesterday, Qin Lang." Yi Shui explained, "At least until you went to bed, you were awake all the time, maybe even more sober than the last time you robbed Miss McBride's jewelry store. ”

"You're kidding." No one, especially one who barely drinks alcohol, could be more sober than a robbery after drinking a bottle of whiskey. Qin Lang can be sure.

But Yi Shui was more sure than he was. "Do you think I'm joking? And there were many people who could testify for me, the company guards, the police who drank with us, and the owners of bars and inns. ”

"Really?" It would be incredible if that were the case—but since something even more ridiculous had happened to him, what could not have happened? Therefore, Qin Lang quickly accepted the strange fact that he "returned to the hotel very soberly and kicked the door out", no matter how he looked at it.

"Okay." "Let's eat first, and then we'll go to the pier," he said. ”

Eating is a very simple thing. Qin Lang and Yi Shui didn't have any special requirements for food and drink, and they couldn't find Sichuan restaurants in Los Angeles, so they chose to quickly fill their stomachs in the hotel - but when the hamburger steak and fried sausages recommended by the German owner of the hotel were delivered to him, Qin Lang suddenly remembered an important issue that he had ignored before.

Now, in 1893, two of the most famous fast food in the United States, hamburgers and hot dogs, have not yet been born. Hamburgers are still hamburger steaks, and hot dogs, theoretically, are still frankfurters or dachshunds that are not sold together in bread......

Of course, Qin Lang didn't want to be in the fast food business. Although he was well aware that McDonald's would make a lot of money selling hamburgers in chains all over the world, the business was not for him at all.

It's not that he doesn't want to make money, it's that the arms company can't be in the fast food industry, or the oil industry, or whatever—and vice versa. Although these industries may be more lucrative in comparison, any company has financial constraints, and the first consideration of the operator should be to use it to develop new products, update production machinery, expand the scale of production, and develop new markets on the basis of consolidating the existing market, rather than investing in other industries.

Unless the investment industry is related to the industry in which the company was originally engaged, such as an aircraft company operating in the air transportation industry, a steel company in the shipbuilding industry, or a petrochemical group investing in the oil extractive industry. But in any case, cross-industry operations must not go too far, otherwise, there will be disastrous consequences in the end.

Of course, if the purpose of the operator is only to make money, then of course there is no need to think too much. However, if the goal is to make money, the most convenient and fastest way is to invest in the stock and futures markets, and investing in industries such as fast food or oil is too slow to pay off.

And Qin Lang's purpose is not entirely to make money, so he doesn't want to do hamburger business.

He thought of hamburgers and hot dogs because of another problem: military field food.

He had seen some material about the rationing of food by the armies of Western countries during the interwar period. During the First World War, the field food equipped by European armies was only canned and relatively scarce, and the main food supplies of the main belligerent troops were still traditional rations such as fresh meat, bacon and fresh vegetables, which were not transported and preserved, and were more cumbersome to process.

And you also need to use an open flame to heat food.

Although this was not at all a difficult or dangerous task for a mildewy unit that spent the day squatting in a damp trench, the guerrillas and those carrying out counter-guerrilla warfare would certainly appreciate new field rations that were convenient, pure, transportable, and edible - such as the MRE; At the same time, even the soldiers in the trenches will never refuse a simple and quick instant coffee.

Qin Lang felt that he could cooperate with others to produce and sell field food that could be eaten quickly. Instant coffee and MRE are a bit of a hassle, but the canned luncheon meat that disgusted American GIs in World War II was a great place to start. The technology for making canned food is now well established, and the ingredients for making luncheon meat are readily available, and the only problem is to turn the ingredients into luncheon meat, and that's it.

Canned luncheon meat was born in 1937 and produced by the Hommel Food Company, so it was born more than 40 years ahead of schedule without any problem, and Qin Lang even had already thought of a brand of luncheon meat - it was called "Spam" luncheon meat, so that this famous brand began to disgust American GIs during the Spanish-American War.

"It's a really good idea." He whispered to himself.

But Yi Shui still heard it. "What's a good idea?"

"Nothing, just an idea out of the blue." Qin Lang didn't want to tell others what he thought for the time being. Until he figured out how to make luncheon meat and patented it, it needed to be kept strictly secret.

He smiled at Yi Shui, then lowered his head to enjoy his lunch, however, a new question arose. "Where are all my fried sausages?"

"I'm sorry, Qin Lang." He heard Yi Shui's hiccup, "I ate them all." If you want to eat, you can order another serving. ”

"You ......" Once again, Qin Lang had the urge to beat Yi Shui up.

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Note: In fact, in 1893, there was no famous brand called "Wuliangye".