A Bao decisively shook his head. He wasn't interested in the food industry at all. Or rather, he didn't think a food factory could survive in Shanghai at a time like this.
After all, anyone with status would open a restaurant on Yellow River Road, while ordinary people ate at home. Who would go out of their way to buy factory-made food?
Besides, that was what Shanghai natives like A Bao generally thought: food made in a factory couldn't compare to restaurant food.
Take rice cakes, for instance. The ones made in food factories weren't nearly as good as those from the established old shops.
That was why food made in factories would have a hard time selling in a big city.
Of course, that wasn't true of every factory. Some factory-made foods sold quite well, but many of the tastiest products had already become established industries. Wang Yue was too late to get into them now.
Still, the two of them got along reasonably well, though their relationship went no further than letting Wang Yue stay at his place. They weren't friends yet.
So A Bao didn't say much more. Instead, he brought up the popular songs of the day.
Most of the popular music at the time came from Hong Kong and Taiwan. This year, though, Fei Xiang was the biggest sensation, especially with "A Flame in the Winter."
Fei Xiang had only just discovered the song, and since it happened to be winter, it had become a huge hit.
Taking his cue from Wang Yue's tune, A Bao couldn't help singing a couple of lines.
Who could have guessed that wherever there was a Sleeping Dragon, there would have to be a Young Phoenix? Wang Yue had been singing quietly, while A Bao sang a little louder.