German Red Prince

“No problem.” Mori saluted.

Thorne was cooking hot pot with an alcohol lamp and a small copper pot that he had taken from his treasure chest.

The soup base was already boiling, bubbling away.

Thorne put the beef and various vegetables that the group had sneaked into the canteen into the canteen, and took out the ice-cold beer and soda from the treasure box.

"Ahem, come on, I'm treating everyone to hot pot today. Let's celebrate while we eat." Thorne started making jokes again.

"What's hot pot?" The three looked confused. "Never mind what it is, let's eat." He couldn't wait any longer and immediately picked up a piece of beef.

"This is the taste!" Thorne couldn't help but shed tears. "It's so delicious, the food from my hometown is still the best."

"What if we get caught?" Thomas still felt uneasy.

"What are you afraid of? If they want us to leave, that's for the best." Thorne said nonchalantly. "Eat up, it tastes best while it's hot."

“Who would dare to kick you out?” Model said with a smile as he pushed open the door and came in, while Mori stood to the side with a gloomy face.

The three men stood at attention uneasily. Model waved for them to sit down and bowed to Thorne.

"Your Highness, hello."

Thorne was also somewhat surprised. Wasn't this Model, the master of World War II defense? What was he doing here?

"Hello, Your Highness Thorne. I am Model, the head of the grade at the academy. Your Highness is giving me special treatment here, could you please save me a seat?"

“Of course.” Thorne made room for them. “Instructor Mori, I’ll speak with them alone. Please don’t blame them.” Model smiled.

Morrie nodded, saluted, and left. The tense atmosphere in the room immediately eased considerably.

“Excuse me, which one of you is Dudman?” Model asked.

"So he's here to see Dudman. Is this guy trying to poach my people?" Thorne was a little angry. Good heavens, he even dares to poach my people. Let's see who poachs whom.

Dudman stepped forward and saluted. Model nodded and asked, "Did you come up with that defense theory in your class yourself?"

"this..."

Dudman hesitated for a moment, "It's something I came up with by integrating and innovating some theories I've learned over the past few days."

Model was somewhat surprised. It takes a long time to form a theory, but this guy was able to summarize it in just a few days. His future is immeasurable.

He smiled and looked at Dudman, "Do you plan to continue your studies at school? I work in the Training Bureau of the General Staff and can personally tutor you. I will also recommend you for a position in the General Staff in the future."

Model offered very favorable terms, and he was confident that Dudman would not refuse.

“I’m sorry, Director Model, I need to go back with Prince Thorne.” Dudman was silent for a while but still refused. Thorne had been very kind to them. If it weren’t for that fateful encounter and their successful breakout together, he would still be a common soldier, or perhaps he would already be dead.

"Hahahaha." Thorne laughed and poured Model a glass of beer. "Director Model, it seems your offer wasn't good enough. Dudman refuses to go with you."

Model shook his head, sighed, and laughed, "Is my fame not as great as yours, or is the title of 'Super German Man' more resounding?"

"Hey, Director, are you teasing me? Are you upset with me?" Thorne waved his hand, paused, and asked, "You work in the General Staff Headquarters. Do you think current tactical theories are relevant to this era?"

These words struck a chord with Model. He worked in the training bureau and was very familiar with the current German tactics, some of which were clearly outdated.

Take tanks, for example. Neighboring France is now investing heavily in tank research, but the current German Army still considers them to be subordinate to the cavalry and army.

There were many voices advocating for reform within the military, but the General Staff was old and conservative. They stubbornly believed the world order was already set. They were fixated on their theories, on the theories that had won the great war, and paid no attention to tactical innovation.

Germany is no longer like a vibrant young person; it has gradually lost its drive to move forward.

“The people in the General Staff are old, but we are not. They are willing to follow me because Rhineland has a brighter future.”

The Kingdom of the Rhine is open to new ideas and has never given up on theoretical innovation. If you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself. On behalf of the Kingdom, I extend an invitation to you; you are welcome to visit anytime you wish. We welcome anyone who dares to innovate.

Thorne launched another powerful hot pot offensive, saying, "Come on, let's eat and chat." He was going to use food and persuasion to win over Model today.

.........

"Wuhu!"

Thorne cheered. After several hours of persistent pleading and cajoling, using his theories from his past life to bluff and exaggerate, he finally convinced Model to agree to visit in the future.

Model's theory, like that of most people with new ideas, didn't generate much of a response here. It was deliberately ignored by a group of old fogies in the General Staff. He came here hoping to find someone to work with him to refine and supplement the theory, so as to persuade those stubborn old fogies.

Under Thorne's persuasion, he finally believed in the Rhine Kingdom's tolerance for theoretical innovation. He needed a stage to prove his strength and to prove that he was a shining piece of gold.

What Thorne needs to do now is to slowly accumulate his own power and wait for the right opportunity.

Wilhelm II, I'd like to see how long you can keep dreaming of a thousand-year empire.

Chapter Nine Crazy Thursday

During his last break before the end of the course, Thorne went to see Himmler.

He was very satisfied with this supplier; they were truly dedicated, and the quality was guaranteed.

“Mr. Himmler, I think we will be working together for a long time to come,” Thorne said with a smile.

Himmler was also very pleased. This was a long-term, major client who was very confident in the quality of his chicks. His German dream was slowly becoming a reality.

Thorne went to KFC and inquired about the situation. Recent earnings were quite good, with substantial profits.

This is also thanks to Goebbels, who now resides here and has established his labor protection counseling center. While protecting the workers, he also helps the store with many other things.

This guy has a legitimate doctorate, and his eloquence and writing skills are unmatched. KFC even set up its own radio station, and thanks to his promotion, KFC has now become Berlin's "national food."

Several branches have been opened in the city, and more are planned.

Adolf is now also the person in charge of the Berlin area, and he is busy every day.

His stubbornness made him work until two or three in the morning almost every day.

Furthermore, Thorne founded the KFC Foundation to help some impoverished Germans, which has left a good impression on many people regarding KFC.

However, this also helped Adolf, allowing him to help people and families in distress more systematically and efficiently in the future.

Of course, Thorne also used his imagination to develop many new projects by combining marketing strategies from later generations, and came up with all sorts of coupons and discounts.

He even started a food delivery service, offering delivery within a fixed area of ​​each store. When orders are busy, you can see many delivery riders on yellow bicycles weaving through the streets and alleys of Berlin.

Thorne plans to establish his flagship store in the Rhine region, emulating modern design by opening a theme park. However, current funding and time are clearly insufficient, so he can only scale back and open branches in a few cities along the Rhine first.

He had his own reasons for doing this. As the Rhine Kingdom was his base of operations, he definitely needed a place of his own.

Moreover, he will definitely need an intelligence advantage to take any action in the future.

If he opened KFCs all over Germany and then expanded overseas, Thorne would have a lot of informants, and this intelligence advantage would save him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The store was as busy as usual, and Fanta sales were slowly increasing. Many children from the industrial area would collect glass bottles to exchange for a bottle of soda; a few bottles plus a few pfennigs could get them a drink.

Fanta was priced very low, a tactic Thorne learned from Coca-Cola in later generations.

Coca-Cola has always kept its price at three dollars, just like Thorne did. He set a very low price, not for the profit per bottle, but for the sales volume.

His fast food and soft drinks are mainly targeted at ordinary people, and because they are inexpensive, they sell well.

It's not just workers; some office workers also order one during their lunch break. Having a bottle of soda while slacking off at work is such a wonderful thing.

Thorne told Hammer about his plan and asked him to take charge of its implementation.

The Kingdom of Rhine is an industrially developed country with numerous industrial zones of varying sizes, among which the Ruhr Industrial Zone is the most renowned. With such a large target audience, sales there should be quite good.

With the plans in place, Thorne felt much more relaxed and walked up to the front desk with a smile to say hello.

"Mr. Adolf, what day of the week is it today?"

“It’s Thursday, Mr. Karl,” Adolf replied.

"Great! We have a special offer today, all items on sale. Let everyone experience what Crazy Thursday is all about! You'd better get ready, you'll be busy later." Thorne clapped his hands and walked out.

"Let me walk into your dreams through the Norwegian forest, the setting sun falls on my armor, the prince doesn't necessarily ride a white horse, it's noon now, you don't need to pretend to be indifferent, and I don't want to make a final entanglement. One last question, crazy Thursday, who's buying KFC?"

"Even if the probability of success is only one percent, so what? In a solar system as vast and magnificent as ours, only 0.4 percent has produced life. The vast majority of us, ordinary people, will eventually fade into death, just like 99 percent of the solar system. But that doesn't matter, my friend. Today is Crazy Thursday at KFC, who's buying me a meal?"

"I was the CEO of a listed company, but I was betrayed by cunning villains! My subordinates abandoned me! My shareholders ousted me! They even wiped out my shares! Now that I'm given a second chance, all I want is to take back my company! Today is KFC's Crazy Thursday, who can transfer 50 yuan to me? Let me tell you my revenge plan!"

Slogans were hung outside the store, attracting many people with their quirky promotional slogans, but what attracted them even more was today's almost insane discounts.

Original Recipe Chicken with Golden Crispy Chicken costs only 50 pfennigs, and a deluxe set meal is just one mark. There are also other special sets like the "Chicken You're So Beautiful" set meal and the "Little Black Chicken Feet" set meal, all for only 30 pfennigs.

Before long, Adolf understood Thorne's words: every KFC in Berlin was overwhelmed with orders that day.

All the shops were packed with people, and takeout orders kept pouring in. There were an unusually large number of shared bikes on the road today.

"Hope, what are you having for lunch?" Chad asked, stretching and leaning back in his chair.

"What do you think? I ordered KFC; I heard they're having a discount today." Hope slumped into her chair after signing the last document.

“This damn chair is so hard,” Chad said, patting the chair.

"Whose business is this? How come it's so amazing? It's only been a short time and they've already achieved this level of quality."

As we were talking, the delivery guy in the yellow uniform walked in. Checking the address, everything seemed correct; we had come to the right place.

Holding the order slip, he called out, "Excuse me, who is 'Berlin's Number One Handsome Man'? Your package has arrived. Who is 'Berlin's Number One Handsome Man' to collect your order?"

"it's me."

A tall, thin man in the distance stepped forward and showed proof that he had picked up the order.

"Thank you for supporting KFC. Enjoy your meal and remember to leave a good review!" The deliveryman smiled at him.

"Pfft."

Chad couldn't help but chuckle to himself, never expecting that the usually aloof Colbert would choose such a name.

To protect user privacy, KFC supports anonymous ordering. Customers simply need to present the corresponding proof sent by KFC when picking up their food. This privacy protection approach was quite advanced and novel at the time.

"Excuse me, who is the one who says 'I'll retire after earning 100 million marks'? Which gentleman is the one who says 'I'll retire after earning 100 million marks'?" the deliveryman continued.

"I'm."

A middle-aged man with thinning hair and a slight receding hairline answered.

He didn't want to order it at first, but his grandson came today and insisted on eating it. He couldn't coax him no matter what he did, so he had no choice but to order one.

"Our boss wants to earn 100 million before retiring, so his son probably won't have a chance to take over in this lifetime." The employees covering their mouths chuckled quietly.

The boss sighed and touched his dwindling hair, then took the order and handed it to his grandson.

"The last two, Mr. 'Office Chair is Hard' and Mr. 'I Really Want a Raise,' your meals have arrived."

Chad and Hope then raised their hands and took the meal they had ordered.

"Chad, you still complain about the chair being too hard? It doesn't seem to affect your usual daydreaming and slacking off at all, does it?" the boss teased with a chuckle.

Chad scratched his head and smiled.

"Just kidding, boss. Please don't deduct my salary. I have a family to support."

The atmosphere in the office became cheerful, and the employees relaxed considerably.

How many people use KFC's unique anonymity system to express their truest thoughts?

Sincerity is becoming increasingly rare in this world; everyone wears a mask. We mechanically repeat the same lives, living each day in a fabricated social relationship woven by ourselves and others.

Anonymity, in a humorous way, allows everyone to express their most genuine thoughts.

This is probably an unexpected bonus, since Thorne only created this system because he thought it was fun.

When Chad came to work in the afternoon, he was surprised to find that his office chair had been changed to the leather chair he had been longing for. He looked at Hope with some surprise.

Hope smiled at him. "There's more surprise in store! We got a raise!"

"Oh, my great boss, I will always love you!" Chad couldn't help but exclaim. "I would work for you for another thirty years!"

"Is he going to be slacking off for another thirty years?" the boss said quietly as he walked over.

“Absolutely not!” Chad straightened up. “You go east, I’ll never go west! You’re my everything!”

"No, I can't afford that." The boss habitually touched his hair again.

"I'm aiming to earn 100 million marks before retiring, so you'd better work hard. Looks like I'll have to change my name next time. I really hope my hair grows longer."

As they reached the door, the boss turned back to them and said, "If you have any questions or ideas in the future, please bring them up. Let's move forward together. Let's try to get you new chairs and a raise as soon as possible."

"Great!"

Everyone cheered, and Chad, unusually, stopped slacking off. The atmosphere in the entire company suddenly became more uplifting; perhaps this was the power of sincerity.

Of course, Thorne was unaware of all this, having finished his work at KFC.

He then remembered that there was a military exercise in a few days, after which he could finish his course and leave.