"Professor Shen, if you professors and experts had stayed abroad, you would have been earning an annual salary of over ten thousand US dollars twenty years ago, right?"

Lin Ziyan countered with a question.

Shen Hai nodded slightly, picked up his straw hat and fanned himself with it. "Before I returned to China, a research institute offered me an annual salary of $150,000 to keep me here."

He smiled faintly, "Back then, your teacher's wife was afraid that I would be tempted to stay abroad, so she packed her things overnight and booked a ship ticket for the next day to return to China."

A smile spread across Lin Ziyan's eyes. "My teacher's wife is so lovely. I really want to meet her."

Shen Hai's ears turned red, and she snorted softly, "Want to see her? It's not hard. Just make a phone call and she'll come."

He gets angry just thinking about it.

No matter how many calls he made or how many times he begged, it was all less effective than a single phone call from Lin Ziyan.

The last time she received a package of local specialties from Beijing was when Lin Ziyan mentioned on the phone that she liked Beijing's pastries.

A week later, the package arrived.

"I know, once my house is finished, I'll invite her over for a housewarming party," Lin Ziyan teased.

Shen Hai's eyes lit up, he pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Over the next few days, Professor Shen first submitted a report to his superiors and, after receiving permission, went to Haitang Village to rent mudflats.

The village party secretary of Haitang Village was naturally pleased to hear this and quickly drafted a contract, signing it with the research team.

Lin Ziyan wasn't idle either; she rode her bicycle and toured all the sheds near the port with the chubby girl.

As the weather gradually cools down, the lemonade business enters its off-season.

"Ayan, why are you looking at these open spaces and hills?" The chubby girl propped her bicycle up under a tree and gulped down water from her thermos.

My cheeks were sunburned red; although it was a cloudy day, it was still very hot and humid.

Lin Ziyan took off her sun-protective shirt and breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course it's useful."

She twisted open the lid and slowly poured water into the cup.

Lin Ziyan's milky white skin was tinged with rosy blush, her facial hair was fine, her nose was high and straight, her eyelashes were long and curled, and her eyes were bright and clear.

Shoulders and neck straight and elegant…

Her long, beautiful fingertips lightly touched the cup.

The chubby girl was stunned. She looked down at her chubby little fingers and twitched her lips slightly.

"Ayan, you're getting more and more beautiful," the chubby girl exclaimed.

Now that autumn has arrived, Lin Ziyan no longer covers herself up so often, allowing her to see her face clearly up close.

Most of the time, Lin Ziyan wore a mask, saying it was for dust and sun protection.

"You too." Lin Ziyan wasn't trying to make her happy.

After losing weight, the chubby girl's eyes became bigger, her features became more delicate, her skin became much whiter, and her limbs became much slimmer. She is much prettier than before.

"Don't tease me." The chubby girl's face turned red instantly.

Lin Ziyan chuckled lightly, "I'm not kidding you."

"real?"

"Of course!" Lin Ziyan and she exchanged a glance and both smiled.

She brought the chubby girl here not just for a casual visit, but because the last time that Boss Liang came, it reminded her of something.

There isn't a large seafood wholesale market nearby.

Nowadays, business owners all go to the port to pick up their seafood, which is quite inconvenient.

Many seafood items are not categorized, and people take away even those they don't want, resulting in waste.

"Is all of this land our Haibi Village owns?" Lin Ziyan asked the chubby girl as she turned her head.

She didn't know much about the mountains here, only that they were relatively close to Haibi Village, so it was possible.

The chubby girl nodded. "That's right. See those trees over there? Go over there and you'll find Begonia Village."

“I’ve come here with my mother to collect tree branches before, and she mentioned it to me.”

"But I still need to go back and ask the village party secretary."

Lin Ziyan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Now she needs to go back and do the math to see how much money she has left.

The two rested for a while and then went back.

Not long after they left, Lu Yunshen and Yang Yanzhou came to the tree where they had sat.

"Brother Shen, isn't it too remote to build the factory here?"

Yang Yanzhou asked suspiciously.

They spent the last two days looking at all the nearby hills, just to find a suitable site for the shipbuilding company.

Maiwei's cargo ship has arrived at the port, and they need to determine the factory site as soon as possible if they want to carry out the renovation.

Lu Yun Shen leaned against a tree, sunlight filtering through the branches falling on his face, as if his whole body was bathed in a halo.

He leaned comfortably against the tree, his long legs slightly bent.

"It's close to the port, the rent is cheap, and we have long-term contracts. This is the only place."

"Besides, once the road is open, where is it remote?" Lu Yunshen said casually.

He picked up a red rope from the ground, his eyes narrowing slightly. Wasn't this Lin Ziyan's?

The braiding method on it is very special; he had only ever seen Lin Ziyan wear it.

Lu Yun Shen casually put it in his pocket without saying anything.

"Thinking about it that way doesn't seem wrong."

"Now that you mention it, I'm even thinking of buying a plot of land here and building a house," Yang Yanzhou said with a faint smile.

“I bought it,” Lu Yunshen said softly.

Yang Yanzhou stared at him wide-eyed, unable to believe his eyes.

…

Back in the village,

Lin Ziyan went to the shrimp farm to get the account book and rushed back to settle the accounts.

She subconsciously touched her wrist, but didn't find the red string. She frowned slightly, thinking she had forgotten to wear it today, and didn't think much of it.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang both took the account book and an iron box.

Inside are the income savings books for the ice-making workshop and lemon tea business.

After each deposit, they would put the money directly into a metal box and lock it.

The passbook was in Lin Ziyan's name, and only she knew the password.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang didn't check how much money was in it carefully, afraid they wouldn't be able to resist thinking about it, so they simply locked it in the iron box.

As for the shrimp farm, Fatty was mainly there to deposit money, while Lin Ziyan only looked at the ledger and calculated the total each time.

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