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Upon hearing the customers' comments, the stall owners who were leaving their stalls felt weak in the knees, and several of them quickly ran into the market.

However, all their original stalls were occupied, and there were no empty stalls in the entire market.

The group went to the office, only to find it locked and closed.

There are also patrols outside the market, but not many.

Lin Ziyan had already gone home to catch up on sleep, and slept until the afternoon.

After the truck finished unloading, she left with Lu Yunshen.

She was momentarily disoriented after waking up.

Downstairs, the chubby girl was talking to Jiaojiao, and the courtyard was quite lively.

Aunt Chen said, "Luckily, the second batch of goods was fine, otherwise... I wouldn't have been able to face Ayan."

Lin Ziyan came downstairs and happened to hear this, so she stopped in her tracks.

She thought about it and concluded that Mr. Yang must have transferred the full amount to the shrimp paste factory's account.

"The second batch of goods arrived in Gangcheng ahead of schedule, otherwise Boss Yang wouldn't have been so quick to transfer the money," the chubby girl added.

Aunt Huang's lips twitched into a smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, only a hint of panic.

Lin Ziyan leaned against the door and stared for a while, her eyes growing more serious.

"Ayan, get up! The seafood market has reopened, and business is even better than before. Brother Jian said that several stall owners who had given up their businesses are now begging to come to us..." The chubby girl suddenly stood up, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Aunt Huang lowered her eyes to hide the panic in them, but quickly regained her composure.

Lin Ziyan took in her expression, which deepened her suspicions.

"Ah Yan, Boss Yang has made the full payment for the next batch of goods ahead of schedule." Aunt Chen smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits.

The sunlight shone on them, as if they were enveloped in golden light...