"It was us. They sold expired shrimp paste, which caused my son to be hospitalized with food poisoning..."

The person in charge briefly explained the situation.

The others chimed in, and one of them pulled out a doctor's written medical record and prescription.

More and more people gathered in front of the supply and marketing cooperative, and everyone was talking about it.

“I also bought Wai Kee shrimp paste, but it smelled strange, so I didn’t eat it and just threw it away.”

"Luckily you didn't eat it, otherwise you would be the one in the hospital."

"I think Lin's shrimp paste smells better and tastes better..."

"I heard that the supply and marketing cooperative only promotes Wei Ji shrimp paste in order to earn commissions."

“…”

Everyone was saying different things, but no one dared to actually go up and talk to the police officer.

The manager of the supply and marketing cooperative looked ashen-faced and offered no explanation.

The Wei Kee shrimp paste in the store is probably all expired; the evidence is irrefutable, and his explanations are useless.

Now all we can do is drag the shrimp paste factory manager down with us.

…

Meanwhile, Wei Ting, who runs a shrimp paste factory in the village, is currently worried about orders.

Apart from the county supply and marketing cooperative, they have no other orders, so the factory has to stop production and wait for new orders.

What made him envious was that Lin's Shrimp Paste Factory had just signed a large order, and the factory was working overtime to rush the delivery.

“Brother Ting, this can’t go on. The factory is shut down, but we still have to pay the workers’ wages and the money we spent on ingredients.”

"The county supply and marketing cooperative only settles its accounts once a month. At this rate, even if we invest all our money, it won't be enough..."

The man in bell-bottoms spoke softly.

Wei Ting looked very upset, and none of them dared to speak loudly for fear of angering him.

"We're going to another province tomorrow to sign the order before we start work," Wei Ting said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

He knew, of course, that the factory didn't have enough money in its accounts. At worst, he would go to the county supply and marketing cooperative the next day and ask them to settle the accounts to tide him over.

Several men squatted at the factory gate, heads drooping, smoking.

They could see the chimney of Lin's Shrimp Paste Factory when they looked up; it was emitting white smoke.

"Brother Ting, I heard that when those out-of-province clients were signing contracts, quite a few city leaders came. Will they hold us accountable for stopping them that day?" the man in bell-bottoms asked with a worried expression.

Wei Ting shook his head. "Probably not."

"I really want to know who those people are. When will we be able to meet such big clients?"

The group of people looked at each other with complicated expressions and did not respond.

When they opened the shrimp paste factory, they were hoping to make a lot of money; now they just want to get their investment back.

"Have they all become mute?" Wei Ting said coldly.

"Brother Ting, are those police officers? They look like they're coming to our shrimp paste factory..."

By the time the group realized what was happening, the police had already arrived and surrounded them.

"You are suspected of selling expired food. Please come with us to assist in the investigation."

After the lead policeman finished speaking, he raised his chin and said, "Go and put up a seal on the door!"

Wei Ting stared at the white seal with black lettering on the door, his eyes darkening.

The others were so frightened that their legs went weak, and the police helped them into the police car.

The onlookers at the village entrance watched the police car leave with a sigh.

News of what happened in Haitang Village quickly spread to Haibi Village.

Aunt Chen was loading goods at the entrance of the shrimp paste factory when she heard the news and almost clapped her hands in delight.

"Wei's shrimp paste isn't sealed with a sealing machine at all; they just slap a lid on and call it a day. No wonder it expires," Aunt Huang said, patting her chest.

Aunt Chen frowned as she listened to the whole story, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.

Food safety can be deadly; she should have reported it then.

"Don't overthink it. How could the supply and marketing cooperative manager not know there's something wrong with the shrimp paste?" Aunt Huang guessed the reason for her change in expression.

Since we all have children, we're bound to think about this kind of thing to some extent.

But some things can't be solved just by wanting to.

Aunt Chen sighed, "We have to make sure the quality is right. Food safety is no small matter; it could even lead to someone's death."

This time the police came into the village and took away Wei Ting and his group. Who will they take away next?

Aunt Chen felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of this, and she made up her mind to strictly adhere to the standards for shipment, and that any shrimp paste that did not meet the standards would not be allowed to leave the factory.

"Isn't that right?"

"Look at all our goods, every single one of them has undergone multiple tests before leaving the factory," Aunt Huang muttered, turning and walking into the factory.

She didn't dare to neglect the daily hygiene inspections.

Now they have to assign someone to be in charge of selecting ingredients and check them several times.

Aunt Chen finalized the order and didn't sign it until the truck drove away.

Outsiders may see that shrimp paste factories make money, but it's all hard-earned money.

With each step of the process, there are costs for workers, utilities, and factory rent—all of these come at a cost.

Aunt Chen wasn't envious at all of Ah Yan getting more.

They just followed instructions and did their jobs. Orders and everything else depended on Ayan. They only needed to get paid, but Ayan also gave them a share of the profits.

One should not be too greedy, otherwise one will not be able to grasp anything.

…

At this moment, Lin Ziyan is at the fish farm.

Shen Hai stayed at the fish farm for several days, extremely anxious.

He watched helplessly as the little yellow croaker grew thinner and thinner.

He sent all those students to study in the next village.

Now that he has some peace and quiet, he is even more anxious.

Lin Ziyan took out several kinds of medicine from the medicine box that Shen Hai had brought and began to prepare them.

The yellow croaker develops red spots, ulcerative red patches, and other abnormalities.

This is a complication caused by the combination of a fungal disease and a certain parasite.

If you dissect the yellow croaker at this point, its liver and other organs will definitely be swollen.

The medicine she prescribed was specifically for this disease, and it needed to be applied to the entire fishpond before the water was changed...

Lin Ziyan was focused on the process and didn't notice Professor Shen, who was sweating profusely with anxiety, standing next to her.

"Say something..." Shen Hai couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out.

The chubby girl stood to the side, not daring to say much.

When a teacher gets anxious, no one can stop him; that's what his wife told her.

The chubby girl quietly walked to Ah Yan's side to shield her from Professor Chen's imposing aura.

The fish farm had a problem. At first, they thought it was a weather issue and didn't pay attention because the yellow croakers had a poor appetite. But today, dead yellow croakers were found floating on the surface of the water.

Lin Ziyan briefly explained the reasons for these problems.

“Impossible, we’ve been consistently disinfecting and testing every day…” Shen Hai suddenly stopped.

He took out the powder from the medicine box, smelled it, and his expression changed drastically.

This is hardly disinfectant powder.

Shen Hai took out several more types of disinfectant powder, his face grim.

The disinfectant powder was switched, and they didn't even notice...

This is a major taboo in animal husbandry, and he may not even be able to find someone to change the medication.

This medicine box comes into contact with too many people.

He's been so busy lately that he's neglected such an important matter.

"These yellow croakers can still be saved now, but if they wait a few more days, they'll probably all die." Lin Ziyan's face remained expressionless, but her heart was already churning with turmoil.

The fact that the disinfectant powder was replaced this time must have been done by someone who knows about animal husbandry.

Professor Shen was blinded by his own limited perspective, overlooking the fact that the disinfectant powder used in aquaculture is not something that ordinary people can recognize.

Since that person has already made a move, they probably have a backup plan...