"Who the hell built a seafood market like this here?"

"Fortunately, we had windproofing measures in place for our shed roof, otherwise it would definitely have ended up like this market..."

When Lin Ziyan and the chubby girl passed by, a crowd had gathered at the entrance.

They had just stopped.

Several vans pulled up one after another at the market entrance.

The person who got off the bus first looked very familiar.

The surrounding villagers made way for them, daring not to speak out despite their anger.

These people don't look like they're easy to mess with.

"What are you looking at..." Those people started to chase people away.

"Hey, isn't this Boss Lin?" A short, stout man walked towards them.

Lin Ziyan frowned, then remembered who he was.

"Boss Liang?" she blurted out.

Yes, no wonder she thought this person looked familiar.

This is the same Guangzhou businessman who came to buy her shrimp farm.

But why would he build a seafood market here?

"Mr. Lin has a good memory; he still remembers me, which means we're destined to meet." Mr. Liang stepped forward, smiling brightly.

His face was contorted with bulging flesh, and the smile in his eyes was faint.

Lin Ziyan's lips twitched slightly. A tragic fate, perhaps...

"Fatty Liang, who are you trying to annoy by building the same seafood market?" The chubby girl stood in front of Lin Ziyan, hands on her hips.

Boss Liang's brow twitched, and he took two steps back.

A chill ran through his eyes, but he forced a smile and said, "I'm just doing business normally, I didn't mean to offend anyone."

"It's just that I borrowed some of your layout design, is it really necessary to get so angry?"

He grinned smugly, looking at everyone with a defiant gaze.

That's right, it's just borrowing from others, and nobody can do anything about it.

The chubby girl was so angry she wanted to kick someone, but she managed to restrain herself, since medical expenses are quite expensive these days.