A young man from Henan Province dragged two bags of spicy strips to study in South Korea. He found that the cafeteria was too expensive, the instant noodles were unpalatable, and his classmates did not eat good food.
So he sold spicy noodles in his dormitory for five yuan a pack, making a net profit of two hundred and fifty yuan that night.
The school beauty placed an order anonymously, and he delivered it in a garbage bag. The rich second generation came to make trouble and bought him with a pack of spicy strips. The professor said he was "not doing his job properly" and he lectured on economics about supply chain for fifteen minutes.
A Korean company copied his product and bit back. He took out a pack of spicy chips from 1986 in court and said: My grandfather was selling them in his generation.
The lawsuit was won, and the school beauty was also kidnapped. Her father asked what he would do to support her, and he said he planned to start a Chinese-Korean snack chain. Her dad said: You are exactly what I said back then.
Three years, from snakeskin bag to Myeongdong store.
There are no miracles, just hot strips.
——Zhao Dalei said: Stand firm first, then think about other things.
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