Wei Ting's face turned pale; he hadn't expected this client to be so difficult.

"Comrade Lin isn't here today, so we'll come back another day." The customer who had been questioning them turned to leave.

Wei Ting gave a wink to the people next to him, signaling them to stop the person.

Several customers' expressions immediately changed upon seeing their demeanor.

They came to place orders, not to cause trouble.

Are these people trying to force us to sell?

"What do you want?" the questioning customer demanded sharply.

Then several people surrounded them, blocking Wei Ting and his group.

"Boss Wei is really impressive." Lin Ziyan watched the whole thing and squeezed into the crowd.

When Wei Ting saw her, he took a step back guiltily.

"They're already poaching customers right up to the village entrance, and they're even trying to pressure customers from other provinces. Who will dare come to Haitang Village in the future?"

"There's not only a shrimp paste factory here, but also a shrimp farm. Aren't you afraid of incurring public wrath?" Lin Ziyan mocked.

These out-of-province customers wouldn't enter the village unprepared; they all bring thugs with them.

People come here not just to order shrimp paste, but also to inspect the port and invest in other projects.

"Wei Ting, quickly apologize to these customers!" the village secretary of Haitang Village shouted.

He heard from the villagers and immediately rushed back from the agricultural products market.

Fortunately, he came back in time, otherwise, who knows what might have happened.

Are they trying to lure customers to Haitang Village and then threaten them into placing an order?

If word gets out, who would dare to do business with Haitang Village?

The shrimp paste factory workers who had gathered around immediately chickened out and quickly dispersed.

They couldn't beat these thugs, and even if they did, they wouldn't gain anything.

They were just trying to scare these outsiders.

"Comrade Lin, isn't this shrimp paste factory yours?" one of the customers asked, realizing what was happening.

Lin Ziyan: "This is Haitang Village. My shrimp paste factory is in Haibi Village. The packaging hasn't changed, and the name hasn't changed either."

She looked at Wei Ting and continued, "What he just said was Wei's Shrimp Sauce, it has nothing to do with our Lin's Shrimp Sauce."

Wei Ting clenched his fists, his eyes turning cold.

He turned and walked into the factory, ignoring both the village secretary and the customers outside.

He wouldn't bother entertaining them if the business didn't go through.

As for the village party secretary, Wei Ting didn't take him seriously at all.

He believes that money brings prestige, and he doesn't care what others think of him.

Although the village's agricultural product market is booming, the dividends distributed to each household are not much. How can they survive?

There always has to be another way out…

“Wei Ting, you…” the village secretary of Haitang Village shouted angrily.

More and more villagers gathered around, and even people from Haibi Village came to watch the spectacle.

Everyone was talking about it, criticizing Haitang Village for being unethical, stealing customers right up to their village entrance.

…

The last group of people followed the out-of-province customers to the shrimp paste factory in Haibi Village.

Aunt Chen was getting anxious waiting at the door. When she saw a large group of people coming, she hurriedly wiped her hands.

"Comrade Lin, we might not place an order this time. You're not going to have someone surround us too, are you?"

Lin Ziyan said, "Boss Yang, don't laugh at us. We're just struggling because we're poor."

She knew that these customers were still willing to come to the shrimp paste factory, so there was still some hope.

"Even if you don't place an order, it's fine. Just consider it a visit and a chance to offer some suggestions."

“You’ve seen many factories, so the problems you see are bound to be different,” Lin Ziyan continued, leading them into the factory.

Aunt Chen stopped the villagers who were about to rush in, explaining that it was a cleanroom and they couldn't be allowed to go in and watch the excitement.

The chubby girl pulled up a chair and sat by the door, instead of going in with Lin Ziyan.

Before they entered the operating room, Aunt Huang made them put on shoe covers, clothes, hats, and masks.

The workers there have always done this, and they are no exception, even when they are customers.

Mr. Yang grabbed the clothes and put them on, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "Mr. Lin, aren't you afraid we'll steal the technology and open the same shrimp paste factory?"

Lin Ziyan laughed and said, "If you can learn it by stealing, that's your skill."

"Without a recipe, it won't taste the same."

The other customers nodded.

They had seen what happened in Haitang Village many times before and didn't take it to heart.

They've been sourcing goods from all over the place; what kind of people haven't they seen?

If they had backed down because of one thing, they wouldn't have come to Fuzhou for inspection in the first place.

"A well-organized assembly line with clear division of labor?" Boss Yang muttered to himself as he saw the first operating room, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

They visited many factories in China, but none of them could differentiate their food products in such detail.

Moreover, they truly achieved the highest level of hygiene.

Most factories in China have not yet replaced manual labor with machines, but this fine division of labor has improved efficiency.

After the tour, none of the customers ordered shrimp paste, and Lin Ziyan wasn't in a hurry.

She escorted them to the village entrance and gave them a brief introduction to the area around the port.

After they got in the car, I put the shrimp paste that I had prepared beforehand into the passenger seat.

"Mr. Yang, we only ordered two flavors of shrimp paste from Beijing. Here, have a taste. Contact me if you need anything else," Lin Ziyan said with a smile, waving to them as she walked away.

She didn't linger and turned to leave the village entrance.

They've come to Fuzhou, and they won't stay just for a day, so Lin Ziyan isn't in a hurry.

…

Boss Yang leaned back in his seat, watching Lin Ziyan's departing figure, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

His trip was worthwhile; if this shrimp paste were sold in supermarkets in the port city, it would definitely become a best-selling product.

The pasta in the port city sells well, and when sold as a side dish, the sales volume is no lower than that in Beijing.

"Old Yang, aren't you planning to order this shrimp paste?" his friend asked.

"No rush, we can go to the port again tomorrow. The seafood market here is also worth a visit," Mr. Yang said with a smile.

Their arrival in Fuzhou must have been noticed by the local commerce department, and someone will probably come to Haixian County to receive them tonight.

The group of people all came from Hong Kong and had been to several provinces, but they still hadn't decided where to invest.

"Remus also came to Fuzhou last time. I heard he ordered a shrimp paste. Could it be Lin's shrimp paste?" His friend next to him put on his reading glasses and carefully looked at the ingredient list on the shrimp paste.

There were no other unnecessary additives, which perfectly met Remus's ordering standards.

"Otherwise, do you think I'd come all this way to a small shrimp paste factory for no reason?" Boss Yang said irritably, his smile deepening.

The group returned to their hotel in Hai County.

People from the Fuzhou Municipal Bureau of Commerce were already waiting in the lobby.

"Hello Mr. Yang, I am Lu Qiuying, Minister of Commerce of Fuzhou City. We met in Beijing before. Welcome to Fuzhou for your inspection." Lu Qiuying greeted them immediately upon seeing them.

These are major investors in the port city, involved in investments in various sectors including shopping malls, real estate, hotels, and catering.

Their people arrived immediately upon receiving the news.

Minister Hai from Beijing personally called, instructing them to make sure to treat the group well.

If any one of them could invest in one or two projects, Fukushi's economy could take a big leap forward.

"Minister Lu, I'll need your guidance tomorrow."