What if you brought McDonalds to ancient Egypt ?

What if you brought McDonald's to Ancient Egypt? Day 1. You arrived beside the Nile with a small charcoal grill, salted beef, and bread. Workers move blocks under the burning sun. They only eat stale bread. You grab your meat and roll it into a ball you press the patty onto the iron. The sizzle cuts through desert wind. The smell drifts across hot sand. Workers stop working and admire your stand. Day 2. You set up near the pyramid site. People wait in the shade for your meat. They start calling it meat of the gods. 30 labourers line up before sunrise. Grease on their fingers. But they don't care. By nightfall, you fed every single worker. Day 3. Things go downhill. A governor comes up to your stand and asks who gave you permission to sell. He tells you to close up shop and leave. You say nothing and hand him a burger. One bite and he folds. As long as you give the governor's free burgers, no one will disturb you. Week 1. Socrates is touring in Egypt. He comes up and asks you if the burger is your power, what are you cut him off? You've had enough of this bum. You tie him up and send him back to Greece. There's no way he comes back, right? Month 6. The crowd's exceed limits. It's getting hard to meet demands. You send a proposal to the Pharaoh. He takes one bite of your burger and accepts. He builds you a McDonald's near the pyramids and gives you workers. Your job now to feed workers. Year 1. Your meat controls Egypt. No food supply enters or leaves the country without your approval. You didn't just make a business. You filled hungry stomachs.