That's right! Li Zixuan shamelessly stole the name and trademark of the future KFC.
However, Harlan Sands, who founded the KFC brand in the future, had not yet been born.
Naturally, he would not run out to fight a lawsuit with Li Zixuan.
Although the taste would definitely change when he changed from fried chicken from Kentuckian to California
, he had full confidence in the seasoning skills of those Chinese chefs.
"California fried chicken? Fast food!" Elizabeth blinked and asked curiously,
"Is the fried chicken in California better?" And why did he use his uncle's portrait as a signboard!”
"Yeah?" Marion was also puzzled.
"I don't know if the California fried chicken is delicious, but look at my father, who is wearing a white suit, with a fake beard, and a friendly smile.”
"
I think so!" Li Zixuan said. Elizabeth and Marion nodded.
"Isn't that good?" Li Zixuan smiled.
In the future, he would aim for fast food restaurants to be cheaper and sell more.
Cheap and fast would be the business philosophy of fast food in the future.
In fact, other than copying the future Harlan Sands 'route,
Li Zixuan was also giving the Xia people a package.
Running a cheap and fast fast Chinese fast food was harmless and intentional.
Especially during this period of economic crisis, voices that hated the Chinese people began to make a ruckus in the mainstream newspapers again.
Li Zixuan and Li Shi were not sure if the Elephant Party and the Donkey Party would bring up the Summer Excluding Act again in Congress. For
this reason, they were both helpless.
However, it was not convenient for him to tell the two little lolis about this.
"When it opens, I'll treat you guys to a meal, okay?”
said Li Zixuan.
"
When will it open?" Elizabeth asked in unison.”
"September 1st, about eight days from now!”
said Li Zixuan.
"Okay, we'll definitely come when the time comes. However, if it's not delicious, we won't pay you!”
Marion blinked and said playfully.
"Hehe, don't worry. I guarantee that you won't stop talking!!”
After Li Zixuan finished speaking, he saw that it was getting late and asked,""Where are we going next?"
"Let's go and have a meal first. There's a restaurant here that once served the French chef of Napoleon III. The taste is very good!”
Elizabeth said like a regular customer.
Then, after dinner, the three of them went to a luxury room on Hollywood to listen to an Italian opera.
The next morning in New York.
Li Zixuan brought his men to the headquarters of The New York Times.
The Times was not in Longacre Square yet. In fact, after Li Shi had acquired some land through the Hong Triad,
many of the land in Longacre Square had already been taken by the Li family.
One of them was the 42nd Street, where The New York Times would be located in the future.
However, the current Lang Square was still the hub for horse merchants, blacksmiths, and stables.
After arriving at the headquarters of The New York Times, a group of editors in a three-story building looked at Li Zixuan in a daze.
To be honest, if you were to ask the New York Times who was the most famous person recently.
Without a doubt, everyone would point their fingers at the person in front of them.
Originally, after the death of the founder, Henry Jarvis Raymond
, George Jones, who was also the founder, gradually lost his energy in managing the newspaper due to health reasons.
Last year, The New York Times began to lose money, and its circulation fell to only 30,000 copies.
This was undoubtedly bad news for a national newspaper. When George Jones took over the New York Times at its peak, the New York Times sold 90,000 copies because it reported on the massive corruption case at Tammany Society.
However, as they entered the year 1882, a young man rose to power.
The New York Times seized the opportunity to report on the young man from China. In just a few months, the New York Times 'circulation tripled and
reached 90,000 copies per day.
The sales volume represented a huge increase in advertising revenue, so how could the editors of the New York Times, who had actually benefited, not remember Li Zixuan?
After a secretary reported to him, Li Zixuan entered the office of the editor-in-chief of The New York Times.
He saw the white-haired old man in the managing editor's office, George Jones.
"Hello, Mr. Bruce!”
"Hello, Mr. Jones!"
Li Zixuan extended his hand to the old man standing in front of the desk.
The two of them shook hands first before starting to talk about business.
"I took the liberty to come here this time because I have something to discuss with Mr. Jones!”
Li Zixuan crossed his legs and said straightforwardly.
"Please speak, Mr. Bruce!”The old man said with a pleasant expression.
"I want to know if the New York Times is for sale?”
Hearing Li Zixuan's words, George Jones was stunned for a moment before he pondered.
"Mr. Bruce, are you interested in buying The New York Times?"”
"That's right. I sent someone to inquire about it. Although there are newspapers of all sizes in New York, including the New York Sun, the New York Herald, and the New York Tribune, the way they repay the news is too exciting. There are a lot of subjective factors mixed in. They have even been promoting the matters of the Xia people recently.”
George Jones nodded.
"Among these newspapers, only The New York Times has always adhered to a pure and peaceful way of running a newspaper.”
"Thank you. This is what Raymond and I believe in.”
George Jones explained.
"I appreciate this idea very much, Mr. Jones. I hope to get such a newspaper, so name a price. I believe in your character. As long as you name a price, I won't bargain!”
Li Zixuan said sincerely.
George Jones was surprised to hear him say that. However, he then smiled and said,
"As expected of the man known as the Miracle Boy. To be honest, I'm afraid I've only experienced this kind of negotiation in front of one person!”
"Oh, who?" Li Zixuan asked curiously.
"Mr. John Pierpont Morgan!”
said George Jones.
This answer made Li Zixuan slightly stunned.
"He's just as confident and domineering, but strangely, he's not annoying!”
George Jones paused and took a deep breath.
"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Trust me, it's worth it!"”
Hearing this, Li Zixuan stood up from his seat and extended his hand
."Of course, deal!"
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