"Sir, how did it taste? Do you think it suits the people over there?"
Lu PingAn set down his chopsticks, thought for a moment, then helped himself to another piece of Wan Jing Roasted Duck.
Not bad. Rich without being greasy, with a faint woody aroma. Even in his previous life, he had never tasted such authentic Wan Jing Roasted Duck.
Basically, every dish on this table was of this caliber. Whether in ingredients or preparation, they were all master-level. Lu PingAn could tell that they had used "commoner ingredients" wherever possible, but...
"...It won't work. Their palates aren't that refined. It's too greasy for the Long-Hand Tribe, and too bland for the Fishmen. If you're mainly targeting human customers... heh, my Hometown Cuisine restaurant is practically about to go under."
"As expected. How about trying this?"
The official before him was extremely friendly. Not only had he invited Lu PingAn to a lavish meal, several bosses from major companies were accompanying them as well.
Could they really not know the tastes of the races over there? Did they truly need Lu PingAn to personally sample the food?
"...The State Grain Group is interested in that side and should be joining the investment. Probably within half a year. The First Batch will consist of over twenty chain enterprises, with at least six hundred stores. That's only the first phase—we'll see how profitable it is. If you're interested, you can buy shares."
At last, the main course had arrived. Yet when Lu PingAn heard that, he could only smile wryly.
I, Lu Mouren, know you mean well. You intend to increase investment in Mercury 42, not only to strengthen the Eastern Kingdom's position over there, but also to do me a favor.
But buy shares in the State Grain Group and