370: National restaurant pricing issues

With complex emotions, Pan Han fell asleep, only to wake up at around ten in the morning the next day.

It was late December, and while Dragon Country was covered in ice and snow, Knight Island remained warm like spring.

Pan Han touched his kidney; it had finally recovered and no longer hurt!

"It seems I still need to research things more, and women!" Pan Han got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to the restaurant for a meal.

It was a rare visit here, so he treated it as a vacation.

After eating, Pan Han went diving in the sea, catching lobsters and abalone.

Happy times are always short; unconsciously, five days had passed.

Pan Han spent each day eating, drinking, playing, swimming, and diving, enjoying a rare period of leisure.

On the morning of the sixth day, negotiations in the Myanmar Northern Region concluded, and Myanmar's army ceased operations. Both sides established a demarcation line.

The area allocated to the Knight Order was indeed no less than 30,000 square kilometers, but an additional 50 billion eagle sauce coins had to be paid for it.

Pan Han looked at the amount, curled his lip, and smiled; this money was almost equal to Myanmar's annual GDP.

Countries and people are no different; when greedy, they all behave the same.

Myanmar had inexplicably taken back 8,000 square kilometers of land and still wanted so much more money.

He originally did not want to agree, but Guo Jing, representing Dragon Country, informed him to try and agree.

After much thought, Pan Han still agreed.

At this time, the Knight Order had already stationed over 10,000 soldierss and more than 1,000 special agents in the Myanmar Northern Region.

As the border between the two sides was established, Knight Order soldierss began setting up checkpoints at various locations.

The repatriation of fraud group personnel also completely concluded.

Indigenous residents unwilling to stay in the Myanmar Northern Region also moved out one after another. The current total population is only 1 million.

Pan Han instructed the Bodyguard Captain to ensure local public order and prevent warlords remnants from counterattacking.

At the same time, they began to clear out remaining drug dealers and addicts, as well as destroy drug-producing plants on the land.

A few more days passed, and Ellie sent a message that the National Restaurant had begun construction.

During the renovation, to prevent noise disturbance, Qin Hongbing and Little Ling were moved to a neighboring hotel.

Pan Han was very satisfied with the design drawings.

All four restaurants were knocked through and redecorated, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, a bright hall, and a concise menu.

Even an illiterate elder entering only needed to state numbers 1, 2, 3, or 4 to order.

The first batch of set meals was set at 10, focusing on home-style stir-fries, considering the taste of northerners.

For example, Mapo Tofu set meal for 8 yuan, Tomato Scrambled Eggs set meal for 10 yuan, Green Bean Stir-fried Pork set meal for 12 yuan, Teriyaki Chicken set meal for 13 yuan, Fried Pork Chop set meal for 15 yuan, and Braised Pork set meal for 15 yuan.

It included one dish, one serving of rice, one bowl of soup, one small vegetable, and one small pickle. Rice, soup, and side dishes could be refilled freely, but waste was prohibited.

There were also stir-fried noodles and beef noodles, but the entire menu was priced at no more than 15 yuan.

The ingredients were absolutely premium, and the cooking process was absolutely clean.

The main focus was on cleanliness, hygiene, affordability, and moderate taste.

Importantly, employee wages must be 25% higher than surrounding chain restaurants, and daily working hours must not exceed 8 hours; violators will be fined.

Pan Han did not intend to earn money from diners, nor did he intend to exploit employees; the main goal was no profit!

Moreover, these were prices in the capital; if branches were opened in the Northeast, prices would likely have to drop significantly.

Ouyang Cong also finalized the clothing factory, just waiting for the design drawings to arrive to begin full production.

Seeing this message from him, Pan Han felt it was time to return to the apocalypse.

Previously, this matter had been assigned to Dili Abasi, and he needed to check on the progress.

However, before leaving, he needed to prepare some gifts for Asiba, as he had promised her before.

Fortunately, Knight Island, as the main base for the Cult Leader's cultivation, had everything.

Pan Han picked a few items, put them into his space, and then crossed over.

It had been many days since he last came to the base, and he wondered how the two women were doing.

Since his last check, Pan Han had not used his remote sensing ability again.

After all, a training meeting had just been held, and they were facing war, so the base should be unprecedentedly united.

It would not be too late to use it later when problems arose.

Sometimes, hearing certain things might add many troubles unnecessarily, which would be counterproductive.

Pan Han appeared in the bedroom, and sure enough, no one was there, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and called Asiba to come over quickly.

At this moment, Asiba was exercising. Hearing Pan Han's call, she excitedly ran towards the villa.

As soon as she entered the room, she found Pan Han sitting on the sofa, smoking.

Asiba opened her arms and pounced on him.

"How many days has it been? You finally remembered to come back!" Lying in Pan Han's arms, Asiba squirmed, her fingers lightly caressing his chest.

"Why do you always seem like you're holding back?" Pan Han twitched his nose, catching a hint of an unusual scent.

Needless to say, this woman was getting horny again.

"Isn't that obvious? Besides you and Sister Cheng Xiao, who else can I sleep with at the base?" Asiba pouted, looking displeased.

Pan Han thought she had a point; women are like wolves at thirty, and she was exactly that age.

"Let's talk about serious matters first. How are the military uniforms I asked you to design?"

"Oh! That thing, it's done. Let me show you." With that, Asiba got up and went to her bedroom.

When she came out, she was holding a very large, thick notebook.

Asiba stood in front of Pan Han, opened the first page of the notebook, and a combat military uniform was clearly drawn inside.

"Hmm, not bad! Turn the page."

Seeing Pan Han satisfied, Asiba was particularly happy.

She had found several designers and researched it with them.

Opening the second page, there was another set of camouflage combat fatigues.

The third page showed the usual training uniforms.

The fourth page was a formal uniform. Seeing this, Pan Han's eyes lit up.

It looked somewhat like the Head of State's set, entirely black and very handsome.

It seemed Asiba's aesthetic sense was indeed on point.

There were many more pages, and Pan Han simply took the notebook to admire them himself.

When he saw the women's formal uniform, Pan Han found it too figure-hugging and asked, "This kind of tight-fitting clothing has too little room for error, doesn't it?"

Although there were no fat people at the base, many women had very small chests and hips, and simply couldn't fill out such clothes.

"Hmph, just tell me if you like it or not." Seeing Pan Han had an opinion, Asiba simply snatched the notebook back and pushed him onto the sofa.

"I do genuinely like it."

"Then that's all that matters!"

"Alright, alright, you're the boss." Pan Han was firmly held down by her, and a waft of perfume instantly made him dizzy.

But his kidney suddenly throbbed faintly, reminding him to stay calm.

"That's more like it." After saying that, Asiba wrapped her arms around Pan Han's neck and gave him a hickey.

"Seeing your good performance, here's a reward. Close your eyes."

"Oh?? What reward?"

"You'll know when you close your eyes."

Asiba obediently closed her eyes, even playfully covering them with both hands.

Pan Han took out various toys from his space, including the one Asiba had specifically asked for last time.

"Take a look."

"Wow!!!!"

Upon seeing them, Asiba seemed disbelieving, her hands trembling slightly as she caressed the packaging boxes.

"You're too good!" Asiba kissed Pan Han fiercely again, then eagerly opened the packaging.

"Wow oh!"

"Haha!"

"Holy cow!"

"Awesome!"

...Asiba was as happy as a little girl, jumping around in front of Pan Han.

Pan Han lit a cigarette, enjoying everything before him.

In his world, only bags could cure all ailments.

The apocalypse is truly wonderful!