Speer's fast food restaurant

Albert Speer, who became the Minister of Equipment and the leader of the Reich's economy during the time of Nazi Germany, presided over the entire war economy, implemented a new system of military production, mobilized industrialists, tapped the economic potential, used a large number of prisoners of war and forced foreign labour to overcome labour shortages, and rapidly increased armament production, played a major role in the late war in Nazi Germany, and "The man who extended the life of the Third Reich" by later generations.

Paul Joseph Goebbels was a German politician and orator. He served as the Minister of National Education and Propaganda during the Nazi period, and was known as the "genius of propaganda" and the "mouthpiece of the nazis", he defended Hitler's regime with an iron fist and maintained the system of the Third Reich, and is considered to be "Hitler creative person".

In this time and space, because Hitler took his lunch early until yesterday they did not have much interaction with each other, and can only be regarded as acquaintances.

After the Principal called them over a "situation" this morning to inform them of the resignation procedures they were a bit confused and decided to have a drink at the bar.

Goebbels, usually a very withdrawn man, drank two glasses of stout in a row before he opened his mouth. "Have you known the Crown Prince before?"

"I have had the pleasure of meeting His Royal Highness Grandson before, but His Royal Highness Wilhelm is notoriously uncomfortable with showing his face, and I have never seen him. On the contrary, I have heard that His Royal Highness likes to appear in brothels."

"..." Speer poked Goebbels with his arm, signalling him to keep his mouth shut. Goebbels, however, was full of concern and said. "What's wrong with that? What's that saying? "Wake up and take charge of the world, get drunk and lie in the lap of a beautiful woman; live life to the fullest. and be heroic!" This is how a man should be.

"..." Two beers and you're already drunk? Speer looked at the eloquent Goebbels with some speechlessness. Usually looks quite aloof, indifferent a person drink a glass of wine on this? He did not dare to continue to stay here and let Goebbels play drunken madness, hurried to pay for the drink, pulling Goebbels out of the bar.

After sending Goebbels away, Speer went back to his residence, rummaged through a stack of thick design drawings, and began to select them carefully.

The next morning, they met and came to the palace. After layers of security checks, they walked into the office of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"Greetings to you, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Since it was the first time they came face to face with a member of the royal family, especially the future Kaiser, the two men appeared to be very reserved.

"Mr Speer, Mr Goebbels, please sit down."

After exchanging a few pleasantries only to see Speer solemnly hand over a pile of drawings. "Your Highness, this is my design for the Berlin Stadium." This is the most perfect work he has come up with after picking and changing.

"..." Looking at the thick stack of design drawings, Wilhelm almost laughed out loud. Dude, I do know you have great design prowess, but I don't have the extra money to build these magnificent designs of yours right now.

However, out of courtesy, Wilhelm took the design drawings and flipped through a few of them in a pretentious manner before speaking. "Mr Speer, your design is indeed outstanding. But you should also be clear about the current situation of the empire, we don't even have enough money for compensation, we don't have extra spare money for these big projects."

" The reason you asked me to come is?" Speer was a little confused, so what was he being called for?

Wilhelm gave an answer that Speer had never dreamed of. "I want to open a restaurant, and I want you to manage it for me."

The corners of Speer's mouth twitched slightly a few times, and a few drops of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. "With all due respect, Your Royal Highness, my major is architecture, not business management. I don't know anything about doing business."

Wilhelm laughed in his heart, you don't have to understand, you are a natural genius like Reinhardt. "It's time for lunch. Miss Annie, go get two set meals."

Soon Annie and Ina came in with a dinner plate each and put it in front of the two.

On the plate was a burger, two chicken legs, a corn salad and three drinks. "Please use them both, no need to be formal."

Speer and Goebbels couldn't help but glance at each other, confused about which play this is, but His Highness couldn't have poisoned them, right? At once, they grabbed their burgers and began to eat them.

"How does it taste?"

Both men nodded at the same time. "It's quite good." This is not their willowy flattery to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but the taste is really quite good.

Wilhelm smiled faintly. "The taste or whatever is not the point, the point is that when you order in the restaurant we run, it doesn't take a minute and you can get this set meal and pack it away or eat it in the restaurant conveniently."

Speer said in surprise. "It only takes a minute? That's fast?"

Wilhelm explains. "Because a lot of food can be pre-cooked in large quantities in advance and then kept warm, or just reheat when you order. This kind of store can also be called a fast food restaurant, and the most important feature of this kind of store is that it is economical and efficient. The price of this set meal can be bought for only 0.6 hours of the average worker's hourly salary to buy it."

Speer nodded thoughtfully. "If it were me in order to save time I would choose this kind of restaurant, and it tastes good. hourly rate of 0.6 an hour salary, that's the selling point, after all the people of Germany are not very rich right now."

"So, do you want to help?"

"I can give it a try, but I can only promise that I will do my best, and I can't guarantee that it will be profitable. Can I ask why you want me to do this?" He was really curious. There are a lot of professors and doctors in business management at the University of Berlin, so why did you ask him, an assistant professor of the Department of Architecture, to manage a hotel? He should be asked to design a hotel or building.

Wilhelm touched his nose and casually made up a lie. "I went to university yesterday and heard that your grades were excellent, and on impulse called you over to take charge of a few buildings, but then I realized I had no money, so I had to put you in charge for a while. But don't worry, sooner or later I will give your architectural talents a chance to work."

"..." Speer listened to his explanation of Wilhelm which made him seem to understand and picked up the three cups containing the clear liquid that was bubbling with small bubbles.

He carefully took a sip, an unprecedented refreshing feeling down his gullet, and could not help but praise. "This drink tastes good."

The corners of Yannick's mouth curved slightly, and it was a drink concocted according to the latter-day Sprite. " You should try these other two."

"..." Speer tasted the orange liquid and the black liquid separately again, but the black drink gave him a feeling of déjà vu. "Is this Coke? Again, it's not very similar."

" You can say yes or no, do you think this drink will sell well?"

The recipe of Coca-Cola in the later generations was passed down under strict supervision.

According to the company's website, the earliest recipe was written in 1919, half a century before the reported morphine-addicted pharmacist John Pemberton invented the drink's formula in 1866. Until 1919, the recipe was passed down by word of mouth.

A businessman named Ernest Woodruff led a group of investors to buy the formula, which had been locked up in a bank in Atlanta since the 1920s. 86 years later, Coca-Cola decided to use the secret formula as a selling point, and the company moved the formula to the Coca-Cola Museum in Atlanta.

Coca-Cola has always claimed that only two senior company executives knew the formula, but the company has never released the names of these two people or where they are. But we know from an ad about the formula that the two people who knew about the formula were not allowed to travel on the same plane.

However, Wilhelm doubted this, Coca-Cola kept the formula secret in order to increase sales and stifle competition with the help of mystery marketing, on the other hand, by not letting consumers know the formula clearly, it could conceal the cheap raw ingredients they used and make huge profits.

On the other hand, it's just a brand premium, because even if you have the same recipe and produce the same taste, no one will necessarily buy it. And these so-called recipes may be more of a marketing tool to make people feel mysterious and authentic a Gimmick is still. Just like the same drinks in later times, the taste is almost no different, but it's the same reason no more people will pick new drinks.

Speer tasted the three drinks again cautiously. "Personally, this flavour is quite to my taste. And there is no similar drink on the market, so I think I can set up a factory for mass production."

They say you guys are geniuses. "Then let's put you in charge of running the factory, too."

Speer has not yet swallowed the drink in his mouth almost spewed out, did not think he casually said it and added another burden.

Wilhelm looked at Speer's bitter face eating the rest of the meal, the heart can not help but be pleased. In the future, you will have to be in charge of the wartime economy and logistics, do not let me down.

After they finished eating, Wilhelm took out the materials he had prepared long ago and introduced the business model of the fast food restaurant to Speer in detail.

The KFC in the original timeline will most often see the smiling face of an old man with a white beard, white suit and black eyes, always in that dress.

Wilhelm with some spoof of the old man replaced with his own "old man" William II. Still, white beard, full of white hair, traditional white suit, with a black bow, wearing black-framed glasses, smiling image. But familiar people can tell at a glance that this is William II.