The building of the German Maiwei Group at this moment.

Chen Niaoshu arrived at the emergency exit, where the assistant who handed out the forms was waiting for her.

"Miss Chen, you've been avoiding me for so many days, are you feeling guilty?" the assistant said with a smile, making it seem from a distance that the two were just chatting.

Chen Niaoshu frowned slightly and said indifferently, "I don't have time, and I'm not deliberately avoiding you."

Why would I feel guilty?

She was initially guilty, but after so many days of mental preparation, that feeling has long since faded.

Moreover, the assistant's dismissal was not caused by her.

Even if she didn't take that form, according to the competition rules, her mistake would eventually be discovered.

The assistant scoffed, "Don't you know what you're feeling guilty about?"

"That form is the one you took."

Seeing her ferocious expression, Chen Niaoshu became even calmer.

"Really? Do you have evidence?"

Assistant, "You..."

She indeed had no evidence; the only evidence she had was destroyed.

The form that was signed first was the one that Chen Niaoshu suggested be destroyed.

"Aren't you afraid I'll write a complaint letter to the company's HR department?" the assistant threatened in a low voice.

Chen Niaoshu narrowed her eyes. "Go ahead. Maiwei never hesitates to ruthlessly deal with people who are no longer of any use to her."

I'm still a designer at Maiwei. Do you think they would smear their own company's designers just to help a former assistant?

The assistant looked at her in horror. The person she used to think she could insult at will had become a different person.

Chen Niaoshu whispered in her ear, "I am Chinese, but that doesn't mean I don't have connections in Maiwei. Otherwise, why do you think my manager has the desire but not the courage?"

She patted her assistant on the shoulder, flashed a professional smile, and walked past her.

The preliminary rankings will be announced today, and she doesn't have time to waste with this assistant.

Chen Niaoshu had thought it through; she didn't believe that someone who had only studied design for a few months could defeat her.

Therefore, she had no need to cause trouble for Lin Ziyan during the competition.

She was really too impulsive last time; afterwards, she wanted to slap herself.

Chen Niaoshu walked into the large conference room, where many designers were already waiting, but several of the more well-known designers had not yet arrived.

She looked around but didn't see Lin Ziyan, a cold smile flashing in her eyes.

Do you really think that passing the first draft means everything is settled?

How dare they put on airs?

"Miss Chen, aren't you nervous?" asked a female colleague who joined the company at the same time as her.

Chen Niaoshu: "It will be announced in a little while."

She had participated in domestic competitions and basically had no rivals. At that time, she had no idea what nervousness was.

She was actually quite flustered, far less composed than she appeared to outsiders.

Sara walked into the meeting room with a list in her hand.

After the assistant made a mistake last time, the task of announcing the rankings fell to her.

Sara did not refuse; she hoped the competition would be fair and just.

"Only the top ten can enter the finals..." she said casually after explaining the competition rules, and then immediately read out the names.

"Tenth place, Chen Niaoshu, ninth place... fifth place, Lin Ziyan..."

Chen Niaoshu was initially relieved, but when the fifth place was announced, she was so shocked that she almost stood up.

How is that possible?

How could Lin Ziyan possibly be fifth?

…

the next day,

Lin Ziyan had just woken up when the phone in her room rang.

She checked the time and it was just 7 o'clock.

"Ayan, the preliminary rankings are out, and you're fifth."

Before Lin Ziyan could speak, Lu Qiuying's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

She pulled the microphone back slightly, yawned, and said, "Sister Qiuying, you haven't been up all night, have you?"

How did you know…?

Lin Ziyan smiled and continued, "If you weren't staying up late, why would you be in the office at this hour?"

"I received good news. You should go back to your dorm and get some sleep."

She didn't talk to Lu Qiuying for long and hung up the phone directly.

I need to go check out that land today and also arrange for the people to do the work.

After breakfast, Lin Ziyan rode her bicycle to the seafood market.

It's a cloudy day today; the sun is completely obscured by thick clouds, not showing a single glimpse of itself.

At the entrance of the seafood market, Wei Ting and several others were waiting.

When Ah Jian saw them, he took out cigarettes from his pocket and offered them to the group.

"Ah Jian, it's really lively here." Wei Ting lit a cigarette and secretly resolved to do a good job.

He knew that Lin Ziyan was doing this out of respect for his brother; otherwise, she wouldn't have made such an arrangement.

She acquired the shrimp paste factory, and the money she received for the lost supplies was enough to support several families for a while.

"Brother Ting, this is all thanks to Ayan's advance planning. I was just in charge of management..." Ajian didn't intend to hide anything.

He knows his own limitations; he's okay at management, but not suited to be a boss. He's not bold enough, and he's not smart enough.

Wei Ting and several others were very envious.

After setting up their shrimp paste factory, they realized how difficult it was to be a boss.

It seems like others can start a business in no time, but starting one yourself is a completely different story; there are many intricacies involved!

For example, how to negotiate orders, how to wholesale and retail, how to accurately position oneself in the market, and so on.

"It's true that you need to read more books to sharpen your mind. Unlike us, we're always clueless and at a loss," Wei Ting sighed.

The market in their village isn't as lively as this seafood market, and the activities and events there are nowhere near as good.

The seafood market is booming, but the market in their village is lifeless.

“That’s right, my son Hu Zi has been forced to go to school and can’t stay home and play anymore,” A-Jian continued.

After chatting for a few minutes, they saw Lin Ziyan arrive with the bricklayer, Grandpa Huang.

"Come with us and take a look. Brother Jian, you come too." Lin Ziyan stopped, said to them, and then rode her bike forward.

Wei Ting and several others followed on bicycles.

They had three bicycles, one person on each, which was just right.

Ah Jian glanced at it and quickly rode his bike over to take a look.

Within minutes, they arrived at an open space, which was fenced off on both sides.

Grandpa Huang propped his bicycle to one side, his eyes darkening. "You've been ripped off."

Lin Ziyan smiled and shook her head, "I bought it voluntarily, the mayor didn't cheat me."

Wei Ting and A Jian exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with doubt.

According to the locals, this piece of land is bad because it has sharp corners.

"How do you want to build it?" Grandpa Huang took out his pipe from the bag, lit it, and took a puff.

After reading it, he felt uncertain.

Lin Ziyan was prepared; she took out the blueprints and handed them to him.

"Look, I've changed this side, making it a semi-circular shape..."

"This is what it will look like when it is finally built. There is a fountain in the middle, and from here to the bottom, it forms the shape of a bow and arrow."

After reading it, Grandpa Huang looked up at Lin Ziyan in shock.

After carefully examining the blueprints, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Brilliant! You're a smart girl; you even thought of this!"

You don't know, because of local taboos in Fukushima, many of these plots of land are abandoned and used as garbage dumps.

Lin Ziyan's lips twitched. If she had enough money, she really wanted to buy a few plots and hoard them so she could just sit back and relax when she sold them later.