"Your idea is good," Mr. Yang said with a faint smile.

After inspecting the port under construction, he has already decided to invest.

There are too many things lacking in this area. Only when the port is built and various supporting facilities are in place can it play a role in driving the economy.

Seeing his expression, Lu Qiuying pursed her lips and said nothing more.

This inspection tour began at the port and also ended here.

She knew perfectly well that this group of people had only come to see the situation at the port.

Currently, this is the only place in Fukushima that can attract them...

"Minister Lu, could you please take us to Haibi Village?" Boss Yang suddenly said.

Lu Qiuying paused for a few seconds, "Do you know anyone in Haibi Village?"

Lin Ziyan, who was sitting in the courtyard drawing with her younger sister, sneezed.

A cold wind rustled, stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground, but the leaves on the trees still looked dark green.

The faint lemon scent of the leaves wafts on the breeze, refreshing and delightful.

"Sister, are you cold?" Jiaojiao blinked her big eyes at her.

"No, maybe someone is thinking of me," Lin Ziyan said with a faint smile.

She didn't plan to go to the shrimp paste factory today; she stayed home revising the blueprints for the new shrimp farm.

If you want to farm mantis shrimp, the shrimp farm needs to make adjustments and can no longer follow the previous standards.

Only withered vines remained on the grape trellis, and sunlight filtered through the irregular lattice patterns, falling on the two people.

"Sister, when can we make candied sweet potatoes?" Jiaojiao looked up at her with anticipation.

After Lin Ziyan put the drawings away, she said, "We can do it tonight."

She had barely finished speaking when Aunt Chen called from the doorway.

"Ayan, those out-of-province clients... they're here again..."

She was panting heavily, clearly having run all the way from the shrimp paste factory.

Lin Ziyan slowly and methodically put away the drawings, not in a hurry at all.

Just because someone is here again doesn't mean they're going to place an order; they might want to look around some more.

"Ayan, are they with city leaders? And Grandma Lan's granddaughter too..." Aunt Chen was extremely anxious, wishing she could drag Lin Ziyan back to the shrimp paste factory.

Lin Ziyan put her things back in her room and then came out with a file folder, all within two minutes.

She prepared the relevant contracts after returning from Beijing, and now she can use them directly.

Aunt Chen followed her out of the Lin family's courtyard, her pace slowing as she gradually calmed down.

When the two arrived at the shrimp paste factory, a group of villagers had already gathered at the entrance to watch the spectacle.

Lu Qiuying saw her and waved to her.

"Minister Lu, do you know each other?" Boss Yang noticed something amiss and asked.

Lin Ziyan stated frankly, "We are friends."

The others exchanged glances but didn't say anything more.

Mr. Yang said, "Alright, I'd like to see the order contract you prepared."

Lu Qiuying was stunned.

Aunt Chen, standing nearby, felt her heart leap into her throat, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Only Lin Ziyan calmly took out the contract and handed it to Boss Yang.

Since the shrimp paste factory is expanding outwards, it will definitely need to draft new order contracts in the future; she is simply making preparations in advance.

After reviewing the contract, Mr. Yang raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled faintly.

Tiered wholesale pricing?

"Mr. Lin's way of cooperating is very special."

He was secretly alarmed; such a method didn't exist in China at the moment.

The contract clearly states that different monthly order quantities will result in different wholesale prices.

The more you order, the lower the wholesale price.

Furthermore, there is another constraint: the order volume cannot exceed 30% of the monthly sales volume…

"From a manufacturer's perspective, of course, the more you order, the better, but the prerequisite is that you have the ability to sell them."

The constraint is to prevent some bosses from taking shortcuts or engaging in opportunistic practices. Lin Ziyan explained simply.

Mr. Yang nodded. "Only by considering long-term interests can the factory truly develop. That's right..."

He didn't say much after that, readily signed the contract, and left with the people from the Ministry of Commerce.

After seeing them off to their car, Lin Ziyan took out the contract again and glanced at it.

"Yang Peng?"

She murmured to herself, a memory suddenly flashing through her mind.

The owner of multiple supermarkets in the port city, and the chairman of a listed company...

Lin Ziyan sighed, realizing that this number of orders was nothing to him.

No wonder he ordered according to the highest standards...

It seems she underestimated her current clients, who are ruthless in placing orders.

Lin Ziyan walked quickly back to the shrimp paste factory.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang were already waiting at the factory gate.

When the contract was signed, only Ayan saw it; the others didn't know exactly how much stock they had ordered.

"Take a look at the order volume and arrange to purchase raw materials..." Lin Ziyan handed the contract to the two of them.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang were stunned after reading it.

Monthly can?

Maximum order quantity in the contract…

After calming down, Aunt Chen's heart pounded, and she couldn't believe the numbers on the contract.

"Ah Yan, are we dreaming?" Aunt Huang rubbed her eyes several times, constantly looking at the numbers on the contract.

How much would that cost...?

Lin Ziyan said, "It's not a dream. The county supply and marketing cooperative has directly cut off our stock and will no longer sell our products there."

"All future contracts will be signed with a buyout price, and the tiered wholesale price in the contract will be applied."

At this moment, the county supply and marketing cooperative

A group of people rushed in with wooden sticks and smashed the shrimp paste they saw.

"What are you doing? How dare you cause trouble here!" the manager of the supply and marketing cooperative shouted angrily, rushing out from behind the counter and grabbing one of the men by his wooden stick.

The man in the lead glared at him and shouted, "Selling this kind of expired shrimp paste deserves to have your shop smashed!"

“My son ate Wei Kee shrimp paste and is now in the hospital. He almost didn’t make it. You heartless bastards…”

The manager of the supply and marketing cooperative turned pale, his imposing manner instantly diminished, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

He discovered the problem with Wei Kee shrimp paste a couple of days ago, but hoping to get away with it, he didn't take it off the shelves.

Now that something has happened, he felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if a great calamity was about to befall him.

He secretly put this shrimp paste on the shelves, pocketing most of the profit from the sale and giving a small portion as a bonus to the sales staff.

"We've already called the police!" the leading man said coldly, leaning against the glass cabinet.

He knew he shouldn't have come to vandalize the shop, but he was afraid he would suffocate if he didn't vent his anger.

The manager of the supply and marketing cooperative was so frightened that he trembled all over and collapsed to the ground.

It's all over!

This was the only thought in his mind.

"Manager, please think of something! We can't be fired. My whole family is counting on this job..." The sales clerk next to him tugged at him desperately.

The supply and marketing cooperative manager snapped out of his reverie, remembered the factory manager of Wei's Shrimp Paste Factory, gritted his teeth, and said...

"We're just reselling Wei Ji shrimp paste. If you want to find someone, go find the shrimp paste factory owner in Haitang Village. They should bear the main responsibility!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a police car pulled up in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Who called the police?"

Several uniformed police officers walked into the store with serious expressions...