"Minister Hai, do you know Lin's Shrimp Paste?" Lin Ziyan placed a chess piece down and asked casually.

Minister Hai said, "Of course, I feel that the taste is not right if I don't add it to my noodles now."

Lu Qiuying immediately understood Lin Ziyan's meaning: most of the shrimp paste from the shrimp paste factory is now exported directly.

Lin Ziyan continued, "Last year, Lin's Shrimp Paste Factory exported 60% of its total shrimp paste, and that number continues to rise."

"Every supermarket in Lime now sells shrimp paste from Lin Kee."

She knew all too well that the future development of Fukushi City lay in exporting small commodities.

But nothing is mature yet, so no one would think in that direction.

Lin Ziyan thought that the path she finally figured out was that some small businesses would export first, and others would gradually follow suit, which eventually led to the formation of a small commodity wholesale market.

Fukushi's biggest advantage is that its port provides convenient access to various countries, and it receives the most cargo ships from all countries.

Although Guangzhou also has a port, it mainly houses cargo ships from a few large countries that transport large items.

How to leverage Fuzhou's greatest advantages to develop its economy is something the Ministry of Commerce needs to seriously consider.

She founded Hairun Electric Appliances primarily with the goal of exporting.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have used S Appliances as a stepping stone.

"Kefu City doesn't have much to export..." Minister Hai hesitated.

As Lu Qiuying listened, a framework gradually formed in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

She advocates for wholesale of small commodities mainly because small commodities are daily consumables, are inexpensive, and have high demand.

Nowadays, the production of small commodities is very scattered in various places. If you want to open a daily necessities store, the transportation cost alone will be a lot of money.

If these small commodities are all concentrated in one market, or even one county, then the goods can be shipped out at the same time, saving a lot on delivery fees.

If it's exported, the price will go up, even if it's increased tenfold, it will still be much cheaper than abroad.

“Minister Hai, just because we don’t have it now doesn’t mean we won’t have it in the future. Besides, you were asking about the direction of development just now.” Lin Ziyan placed the last chess piece, raising an eyebrow.

The entire chessboard was filled with black and white pieces. At first, Lin Ziyan was playing according to Minister Hai's ideas, but before she knew it, Minister Hai was playing according to Lin Ziyan's strategy.

"You lost." Lin Ziyan picked up her teacup and took a sip, her mind becoming clear about the export plan for the electrical appliances.

She had been thinking about how to find a way out on the plane yesterday, and then it suddenly dawned on her.

Minister Hai saw through the situation, his brow twitching. He was bluffing, feinting to the east while attacking the west, a diversionary tactic to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao…

The more he looked at it, the more alarmed he became. This game of chess was unsolvable, and he hadn't even realized when he was being led by the nose, yet he still felt like he was setting up the game.

Lin Ziyan, however, seemed to be simply going with the flow...

So, will Fukushi's development also be a natural progression?

Minister Hai quickly denied it in his heart, saying that the so-called "going with the flow" was nothing more than preparing in advance and looking for the right opportunity to make a breakthrough.

"You're right, I was blinded by my own limited perspective."

“If we use small commodities as an entry point, then exporting is feasible.” Minister Hai’s brows relaxed, and the problem that had troubled him for many days was solved.

Lu Qiuying had already handed over the price list of small commodities abroad.

The products are numerous, have low technological content, and most importantly, have high demand.

In addition to the price difference, the combination of large volume and high profit makes it easy for merchants to make money.

He's recently become obsessed with machines, forgetting that most small commodities require inexpensive machines that aren't subject to the blockade.

Lin Ziyan didn't say much; those who could sit in the position of Minister of Commerce were all shrewd people.

Lu Qiuying decided to start a small commodity wholesale market after a trip to Guangzhou, and she also collected prices of small commodities from abroad.

She glanced at it and was secretly shocked, not expecting Lu Qiuying to change direction and prepare for the exit.

"Qiuying, it seems your previous proposal can be revised and submitted directly to higher authorities," Minister Hai said cryptically.

As for who to pass it on to, Lu Qiuying knew perfectly well.

Lin Ziyan's eyes flickered slightly. The higher-ups in the Ministry of Commerce were the promoters of reform and opening up, as well as the leaders her father admired.

…

Inside the Beijing Museum at this moment.

Grandma and Grandma Lan came to the exhibition hall again. Looking at the newly arranged cultural relics, the two exchanged a glance.

The arrangements that were finalized in the morning were all adjusted by noon?

Lin Atai walked straight to the back of the exhibition hall, and his eyes flickered when he saw the items on display.

Most of these items were from the palace during the Qing Dynasty (the period when the emperor wore a queue).

She had seen this when she was a child, when she was just six years old, dressed up as a maid and followed the family steward into the palace to deliver rouge.

Lin Atai stopped in front of a jade ruyi display case.

When she saw the description on the sign below, a dark look appeared in her eyes.

Were these items brought to the exhibition by robbers? Are they trying to use the exhibition to advertise?

Her face instantly darkened.

Wen Hui was chatting with Grandma Lan when she noticed that Grandma Lan's expression was off. Following her gaze, she looked at the display case and her pupils contracted.

How did this end up here?

"Director Wen, the items stolen by the robbers have returned in another way. Are you sure this is a good thing?" Lin Atai asked calmly, her eyes cold.

Grandma Lan saw the information plaque and looked at her friend, "Didn't you say that most of the exhibits this time were sent from various provinces?"

"If these photos are taken by foreign journalists, then this exhibition would be like us tearing open our wounds and showing them to others..."

Wen Hui swayed slightly. Tomorrow, the museum would be open to foreign visitors for its exhibitions. If she removed all the exhibits, there would be nothing to replace them.

If it sparks controversy and gets extensive coverage from foreign media, then the exhibition will be ruined.

"I'll take care of it right away..." Wen Hui said quickly and left.

Grandma Lin and Grandma Lan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry.

These exhibits were definitely brought in with approval.

As for completing all the necessary procedures, there are many twists and turns involved.

The two had no intention of continuing their stroll; seeing more would only add to their sadness.

It's certainly a good thing that these cultural relics can return to China, but the timing is wrong.

This museum exhibition has attracted high-level officials from various countries to visit, with the aim of promoting national cultural heritage.

Now that we've done this, forget about promoting our cultural heritage; we're more likely to be ridiculed.

Meanwhile, inside the museum office...

When Deputy Curator Liang saw Curator Wen storming in, his heart leaped into his throat.

"Have everyone come to a meeting. The venue will be closed this afternoon," Wen Hui instructed her assistant, then went directly to Deputy Director Liang's desk.

She felt a lump in her throat, but she remained rational.

The only person who could have secretly sent those items into the museum without her knowledge was Deputy Director Liang.

His father was the previous curator, and all sorts of connections were handed over to him; otherwise, this matter wouldn't have been possible.

"Deputy Curator Liang, do you have anything to explain to me?" Wen Hui's gaze was gloomy, but her tone was calm.

Deputy Curator Liang swallowed hard, and said with a forced smile, "No..."