Fu Song smiled and said, "Normal, the times are developing, and people's hearts are changing. Back then, you came to the United States from a long distance to survive. Because there is no way out, so as long as you have the opportunity, you will try your best to hold on.

For the second generation of rich people, survival is no longer a problem, because the first generation of creative people shelter them from the wind and rain, they have more ideas and choices. They are no longer satisfied with simple survival, but how to live better and how to live more wonderfully."

"The second generation of rich people? The first generation?" Fang Mushan slapped for a few seconds, patted his hands and laughed: "These two words are incisive, and Mr. Fu's words are even more incisive!"

Fu Song said modestly: "You can't tell me nonsense."

Fang Mushan shook his head and said, "This is not nonsense. It is generally difficult for rich second generations to look down on the career of the first generation. If it is just our family, it may be explained by an isolated example.

But many I know recognize that their children are also disdainful of taking over their parents' work, which is very telling.

It is difficult to be a human being without poverty. These children have never suffered hardships, have never experienced the hardships of life or the cruelty of life. I really don’t know whether it is good or bad for them.”

Fu Song comforted: "Uncle Fang, parents can only support their children for a long time, and it is impossible to protect them for the rest of their lives."

Mrs. Fang nodded and said, "That's right, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You are so old, why are you still fucking so much? Come on, eat vegetables and vegetables. Look at you three big girls, eat more and eat more."

Shen Hong had no appetite, and Wei Han had a small appetite, so she took a few symbolic bites and put down her chopsticks.

Only Liang Yin was soaked in her mouth that she had no ladylike appearance. She said while eating: "Uncle Fang, I have never eaten such delicious northern dishes in China. I think I can open the store to China."

Fang Mushan smiled and said, "There were no heroes at that time, so my shop could only occupy the mountains and become kings abroad. If you go to the country, wouldn't it be like Guan Gong playing a big sword or Lu Ban showing off his axe?"

Liang Yin said: "That's not necessarily true. Many people in China nowadays are good at foreign things. No matter whether they are delicious or not, as long as they are wearing an American hat, their business will definitely be bad."

Fang Mushan said: "This will only bring temporary benefits. Once the novelty passes, the true form will be revealed and he will smash his signature in vain."

Fu Song said: "Uncle Fang has a precise positioning of Chinese restaurants. No wonder he can make the business so big."

Fang Mushan mocked himself: "This is all a lesson from spending money. I wanted to buy Chinese fast food back then, but I almost lost my pants. In the end, I decided to concentrate on opening a restaurant. Although it is not as fast as Chinese fast food, it is more stable."

Zheng Kunruo said with deep meaning: "Yes, you have to focus on doing business and concentrate on doing big things. Liang Yin, don't you think so?"

Fu Song couldn't hear what he meant. On the surface, he was asking Liang Yin, but in fact he was tactfully persuading himself to shrink his business.
Chapter completed!