Wag looked up, but couldn't see their faces clearly against the light, until they got closer.

"Mr. Lu, may we set off now?"

"I've already checked out," Sara said with a faint smile as she stood up.

She could never sign with Wagner, no matter how good the terms were.

If it's about salary, she could stay at Maiwei; why would she resign?

Clearly, Wag didn't understand her thoughts.

"That's enough." Lu Yun Shen looked at the man in front of him and said in a calm tone.

"Hello, I am Wag, the president of Riwa Group." Wag stood up and looked Lu Yunshen up and down without any restraint.

He was the first to leave after the auction ended, and he didn't speak to either of them.

"Hello." Lu Yun Shen simply nodded to him.

Riva Group?

Why would Germany's largest semiconductor company be here?

He merely raised an eyebrow, surprised that this group was optimistic about Fuzhou's development.

The two stared at each other, as if sparks were flying everywhere.

The two men's auras surged and churned, and a chill seemed to seep into Evan's skin from all directions, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

"Mr. Lu, are you really comfortable signing Sara? Aren't you afraid..." Wag deliberately left his sentence unfinished.

Sara glared at him, wishing she could slap him across the face.

Lu Yun Shen's lips curved slightly, his tone provocative, "Is that so?"

Wag, "..."

He almost couldn't keep his smile going. Twice, twice in one day, and from the same person.

Watching them drive away in style, Wag clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

The secretary broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively kept a distance from him.

In the following days, all the hilltops that had been sold were fenced off.

Dump trucks came and went, delivering the excavated soil from the mountain.

Meanwhile, in Haibi Village...

One after another, small vans drove out of the village.

Professor Shen and a group of students helped out at the fish farm. Almost as soon as they caught the fish, they were sent to the shrimp paste factory.

After a few times, he put down the net and left with the car.

The chubby girl was already with the truck, and when she saw him following along while unloading the goods, she paused for a few seconds.

The shrimp paste factory has a separate workroom with a freshness-preserving machine.

The operation is very simple: put the yellow croaker in, and fresh yellow croaker will come out on the other side.

However, this machine consumes a lot of fuel.

"All the yellow croakers we caught this morning have already been given away. Are you trying to sell them all in one day?"

Professor Shen asked directly, following the worker's footsteps into the workshop.

Lin Ziyan was packing boxes, and even Xiaoxiao was called over to help.

The machines in the workshop were roaring, and each styrofoam box was filled with ice.

"Teacher, the fish ponds were supposed to be completely emptied today. Someone will come and take all these fresh yellow croakers away tonight." The chubby girl followed him into the workshop.

It's so hot outside it could make you dizzy, but it's not that hot here, it's actually a bit cold.

The main problem is that there's too much ice in this work area, and the machines that are running also need to be cooled down.

"What? Fresh-locked yellow croaker?"

"Are you crazy? How can you sell it for a price like this?" Professor Shen raised his voice, drowning out the machine.

But he soon lost his composure; the yellow croakers he had just pulled over had already been sent into the machine.

"Professor Shen, don't misunderstand. These yellow croakers are going to Beijing. If we don't keep them fresh, they'll spoil halfway there," Lin Ziyan explained, continuing to pack them.

The other aunties who were temporarily called in were busy working and cooperating, so I didn't hear what they were saying.

"Ayan, Aunt Wang is here. She came specifically to see you..." Aunt Chen called out from the doorway.

Professor Shen ignored them, put on his work suit and hat, and went inside to watch the machines work.

Fatty took over Lin Ziyan's position and worked with Xiaoxiao to pack the food.

Stepping out of the workshop, a gust of hot air hit her face, and Lin Ziyan felt instantly enveloped in heat.

"Boss Wang, you still have time to come to the village to see me at this hour?"

"You must be so busy at your shop lately, right?" Lin Ziyan teased Aunt Wang.

Now there are more and more construction sites near the port, and Aunt Wang's food stall is getting more and more customers.

Aunt Wang smiled broadly, "Ayan, would you believe me if I said I came here for some fresh air?"

Her gaze fell on the styrofoam boxes that had just been moved out, and she couldn't take her eyes off them.

Lin Ziyan took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, handed it to her, and led her to the office inside.

Now the shrimp paste factory is piled with boxes everywhere, and only the office is still able to receive guests.

"You don't need to breathe when counting money," Lin Ziyan said with a sly smile.

Aunt Wang wasn't annoyed and continued, "Fingers get tired too."

"Don't you sell your yellow croaker locally?"

Lin Ziyan clicked her tongue a few times. Counting money will tire your fingers. Only Aunt Wang would dare to say something so Versailles-like.

Aunt Wang was an impatient person; seeing that Lin Ziyan didn't respond, she continued to press for answers.

"How much do you sell your yellow croaker for? Why don't you sell it locally?"

Lin Ziyan said, "Auntie, you'd better not ask, lest you become envious and itchy."

Aunt Wang, "..."

She only decided to come and take a look after seeing the truck carrying yellow croakers leaving in front of the food stall.

She glanced at it just now and was indeed envious.

These yellow croakers are expensive, so there are relatively few customers who buy them.

However, besides crayfish, the restaurant also needs other new dishes to attract customers.

Not all guests like crayfish; some prefer fish.

"Auntie, are you thinking of coming up with a new dish?" Lin Ziyan asked slowly after drinking half a bottle of water.

Being mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace, Lin Ziyan sometimes felt that people like Aunt Wang were born to be businessmen.

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