Time flies,

A week later, the shrimp farm harvested shrimp again.

This time, Lin Ziyan gave all the shrimp farm employees new work uniforms.

The work uniforms were all printed with the newly registered trademarks.

Huo Qizhen personally came to select the shrimp, driving two cars over.

He arrived at the entrance of the shrimp farm, saw the logo on it, and paused for a few seconds.

Is this trademark registered?

With doubts in his mind, he walked into the shrimp farm and saw that all the workers were wearing clothes with trademarks printed on them.

Lin Ziyan is preparing to pack shrimp into boxes; these are to be frozen and transported to Fuzhou by truck.

The orders were mostly collected by Fatty and A-Jian.

"Boss Lin, what are you doing?" Huo Qizhen saw the shrimp she was packing, and the inner packaging looked like the kind of packaging used for seafood imported from abroad.

“These were ordered in advance by bosses from out of town,” Lin Ziyan replied casually.

Huo Qizhen squatted down and looked at the label on the styrofoam box: sea wall shrimp.

The icons that follow are those on the workers.

"Mr. Lin, not bad, you've developed a brand awareness," Huo Qizhen said with a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening.

He tucked his briefcase under his arm, took out some frozen shrimp, and his eyes gleamed.

Is this a quick-freezing process to lock in freshness?

Huo Qizhen didn't believe it, so he took out another shrimp, which was in the same condition.

He looked at the workers who were helping out; some of them were sorting shrimp.

It is also divided into several levels: large, medium, and small.

"Is Boss Huo opening a branch?" Lin Ziyan looked up at him and saw him holding a shrimp in deep thought. She asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I'd like to open a restaurant in Guangzhou." Huo Qizhen stood up and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He's been going to Guangzhou frequently lately, and that's what he's doing.

Huo Qizhen is decisive and efficient; he had already finished decorating the shop over there.

It's more like a street food stall than a restaurant.

He drove his car near a small fishing village in Guangzhou, where there was a port and more trucks coming and going than in Fuzhou.

Lin Ziyan's eyes flickered slightly. "Yangcheng? Do you want to ship the shrimp there?"

She thought of a possibility: the place that Huo Qizhen took a liking to must have something special about it.

Huo Qizhen pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then slowly asked, "How long can these shrimp be kept fresh?"

“A month is no problem. The technology isn’t good enough right now. If we had better equipment, it could take longer,” Lin Ziyan said after a moment of contemplation.

Huo Qizhen's pupils contracted. A month?

Fishing boats at sea can only keep fresh fish for 15 days...

"I need 500 jin (250 catties) in boxes first, can you prepare that many?" Huo Qizhen asked tentatively.

Lin Ziyan pointed to the boxes on the ground, "These weigh about 500 jin (250 catties) and will be loaded onto the truck soon."

"If you want it, we can pack it up right away."

Huo Qizhen nodded, already planning how to transport these shrimp out of Fu City.

At the same time, the way he looked at Lin Ziyan changed instantly.

The idea of ​​creating a branded shrimp and using new methods to preserve freshness is something that ordinary college students wouldn't think of.

Huo Qizhen had lived in Hong Kong for a long time and had seen all sorts of people, but none of them were like her.

Pricing shrimp based on size may seem like a loss, but it's actually a profit.

Different customers have different needs, and therefore require different qualities of shrimp.

These separations make customers feel at ease and also prevent them from buying shrimp of the quality they want.

"You've registered this trademark, haven't you?" Huo Qizhen continued to ask.

If she has already registered, he can still help her build her brand in Guangzhou.

Lin Ziyan said, "Yes, I'd appreciate it if Mr. Huo could help promote this place. Maybe some business owners from Guangzhou will come to buy shrimp."

The two chatted for a while longer until Huo Qizhen's car was loaded with shrimp before he left.

Ah Jian listened from the side, watching Lin Ziyan with alarm.

"Ah Yan, are you really planning to sell our shrimp in Fu City?" the chubby girl asked first.

Lin Ziyan nodded, "The market in Fushi is only so big, we definitely need to sell our shrimp to prevent them from going unsold."

She wasn't just thinking about selling fresh shrimp; she also wanted to buy a sealing machine to make shrimp balls to sell.

But it's not the right time yet.

Several more shrimp farms came to sign cooperation agreements today, most of which were established before the shrimp plague outbreak.

The group worked until almost afternoon, without even having time for lunch, before loading all the shrimp into the truck.

In the end, all that was left in the shrimp farm were shrimp larvae.

…

Back home,

After finishing lunch, Lin Ziyan went to the backyard to watch the small yellow croakers.

She estimated that the small yellow croakers would hatch into fry this afternoon.

"Sister, Uncle is back!"

Lin Ziyan was recording data when her second sister, Xiaoxiao, rushed in.

In the courtyard, Lin Shaowen returned and sat under the grape trellis chatting with his grandmother.

Lin Jun sat to the side, looking at the small courtyard with a puzzled expression.

The filth and disorder he imagined were almost nonexistent.

Why are flowers planted in the courtyard instead of vegetables?

“Mother, this is my grandson, Lin Jun,” Lin Shaowen introduced.

When he returned this time, he saw some changes in the village.

As we walked along the path, the villagers were all discussing the shrimp farm.

"Grandma, hello." Lin Jun smiled at the old woman.

Lin Atai said, "Okay, I'll have Ayan take you to the beach in a bit."

Lin Ziyan walked out suspiciously. Who should she take for a stroll?

She came out and saw Lin Shaowen, "Uncle."

Lin Shaowen nodded. "Ayan, this is your cousin Lin Jun."

"Hello," Lin Ziyan greeted, and sat down next to Atai.

"Hello, Auntie." Lin Jun greeted her, subtly observing her.

Lin Ziyan was still thinking about the little yellow croaker in the backyard and didn't really feel like chatting with them.

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