Chapter 254: Fanatic Fans

"Even younger than me? Are you serious?"

Taken aback by the revelation, Toyota Amano was stunned.

"Wow, I'm still in college. Could they possibly be even younger, like, not even college-aged?"

"I wouldn't dare deceive you, Mr. Toyota. He's indeed younger than you. Both my American friend who introduced me to this project and my brother, Kuroshi, mentioned that he's very young! My brother even described him as looking like a high schooler."

With an air of surprise, Toshimitsu continued, keeping Toyota Amano in suspense:

"Later, I couldn't believe it myself and had to ask my American friend again. After confirmation, it turns out he's only 17 years old, truly a high schooler."

"Intriguing! The way you describe it reminds me of someone, also a high schooler. A remarkably talented one!"

Musingly, Toyota Amano rubbed his chin:

"And coincidentally, the person I know is also from Georgia."

"Wait, you know him?!"

Toshimitsu was astonished. How did these two people end up being connected? He hadn't heard anything about Toyota Amano going to Georgia.

"No, probably not. The high schooler I'm talking about runs a catering company. Have you noticed the new fast-food joint on the streets of New York called Havanatacos?"

"Tacos... Aren't they Mexican food? Sorry, I'm not very fond of American cuisine, so I'm not aware of this."

"That's okay. Due to work, I've observed them. Their prices are so low it's unbelievable. In this day and age, they managed to capture a huge market share with their aggressive pricing strategy. To this day, the store in Manhattan has a stable daily sales volume exceeding eight thousand!"

With a mixture of admiration and disbelief, Toyota Amano exclaimed:

"Can you believe that for a fast-food joint that's been open less than a month?!"

"It's truly incredible! Normally, restaurants take three months, or even half a year, to break even!"

"Exactly! That's why I observed them for several days. I noticed a delivery truck arriving at five in the morning every day, providing them with a stable supply of ingredients. For three consecutive days, I didn't see any of their staff making emergency purchases. There was only one time when the delivery truck came back in the afternoon after making the morning delivery."

Toyota Amano, like a child discovering treasure, continued to marvel:

"What does that mean? It means they already have a mature, if not very stable, supply system! To confirm my suspicions, I drove around New York and found three more of their stores!"

"Normally, a fast-food joint would start small with one store, gradually expanding and establishing its own supply system before rapidly expanding. But not this one. It's like it sprang up overnight!"

"And right from the start, upon entering the market, it looked very professional. I couldn't help but admire their audacity in abandoning all the cumbersome products and only selling one customizable taco!"

"One product, greatly reducing costs and speeding up production efficiency. It meets consumers' sensitive price demands and, at the same time, offers a variety of options on a single fixed product. It keeps consumers from getting tired, allowing them to create new combinations every time."

"What a genius idea! And what audacity!"

Toyota Amano became increasingly excited, to the point where Toshimitsu, seeing his reaction, thought he might be getting carried away.

"Of course, it's amazing! Its founder, the high schooler you just mentioned?"

Seeing Toyota Amano getting more and more excited, Toshimitsu couldn't handle it.

"Snap out of it! Are you serious? You're the child of a big shot in the automotive industry, Toyota Hanaichi's grandson! What's with this fanaticism over a roadside taco stand?"

Sweating nervously, Toshimitsu hurriedly tried to steer the conversation back on track, hoping to focus on the project, even if it was the unreliable factory project, rather than discussing tacos and fast-food joints.

"That's right. When I heard this news from the employees, I couldn't believe it myself. Such a mature, dominant business, and the person at the helm is just a 17-year-old kid! Truly, age doesn't dictate ambition!"

The fervor on Toyota Amano's face gradually faded, replaced by a sigh of regret:

"It's a pity there's so little information about him. All we know is that he's from Georgia and seems to be the owner of a bank. There isn't any other information available at the moment. Otherwise, when the holidays come around, I'll definitely go meet him and personally seek his advice!"

As for Sanjirou:

Oh no, this kid is beyond help!

Just as Sanjirou lamented and pondered whether he could use the excuse of "saving the future heir of the Toyota family from going astray" as a way to establish a connection with Toyota Eiji, Toyota Shoujiro spoke up again:

"Oh, by the way, what did you just say? Oh, the negotiator sent from Georgia is a high school student, right? Haha, this place is really interesting."

"Hahaha, who would've thought! Maybe Georgia has a tradition of favoring young people, haha!"

Toyota Shoujiro laughed, and Sanjirou could only force a smile, not daring to express any objections to the off-topic discussion. After a moment of awkward laughter, Sanjirou continued:

"But compared to the high school student you know, the one I know seems much more immature!"

"His name is Carter Blake. When he went to meet my younger brother, he not only..."

"Wait! What did you just say? His name?!"

"Carter Blake? What about it? Is there something wrong?"

Sanjirou was stunned, then saw Toyota Shoujiro nod, then shake his head:

"I'm not sure, but the name is the same. Go on, what happened next?"