Afterward, the grand plan that made waves outside had begun.
And it all started with Yi's casual remark and Tuberculosis Rabbit's nod of agreement.
In Tuberculosis Rabbit's eyes, perhaps it really wasn't such a big deal.
"Should we... give up?"
"Should I go tell Tuberculosis Rabbit I don't want to do it?"
Little Huang hesitated, his expression uncertain. He had completely lost the feeling of excitement, and it was only now that he fully grasped the enormity of the hot potato he was holding. Let alone a monthly payroll of 100 million, whether it was the 7,000 plus employees, a stable supply chain, brand building, or uniform flavor profiles—he had no experience with any of it.
To be precise, it wasn't that he lacked experience.
He already had a stable supply chain; his twenty-odd hotpot restaurants all sourced from the same supplier. But if he told them he needed supplies for 1,000 restaurants, they would go insane. They simply couldn't handle such an order.
