The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 97 The only rule: surname Lin!

Tang Zhen rolled off the car and sprinted to the bottom of the boat, his posture even more subservient than Li Jiande's.

"Boss Lin."

"I, Tang Zhen, am a piece of trash. I was even thinking of sitting back and watching the tigers fight. I'm a bastard!"

"This is the exclusive operating right for all of Marriott's seafood stalls, and I've signed the agreement. From now on, Marriott is your dog, Longji Fresh Food; you tell me where to go, and I'll do it."

Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, and didn't even look at the transfer document.

"Forget about the transfer agreement."

Marriott should focus on its own business; the goods will still be there.

Tang Zhen was stunned, then overjoyed.

He understood; Lin Chen was giving him a warning, but was still willing to give him a chance!

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, you're right."

Tang Zhen bowed and scraped, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

"I will definitely manage Marriott well, never cause you any trouble, and set a good example."

The huge weight on his heart finally lifted. Damn it, he made the right bet.

Early the next morning.

Zhou Dazhuang ran over from the warehouse, covered in grease, holding a sheet in his hand, his chubby face beaming with a big smile.

"Brother Chen, everything's ready! We secured the Shao Group's Warehouse No. 3 overnight, and we've also booked Hengda Cold Chain's fleet. Our water trucks and portable eco-cabins are all set up and ready to run throughout the province!"

Lin Chen nodded and stood up from the bamboo chair.

He walked to a newly painted bungalow by the dock.

This place used to be an old warehouse in the village, and now it has become his temporary office.

Sun Heizi, carrying a string of 100,000 firecrackers, grinned widely and asked, "Brother Chen, wanna light some?"

Lin Chen hummed in agreement.

Sun Heizi hung the firecrackers on a pole under the eaves, struck a match, and lit the fuse with a hiss.

"Crackling sound—!!"

The firecrackers suddenly exploded, filling the entire Huangni Village dock with their sound.

The whole village was alarmed, and everyone craned their necks to look in this direction.

Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, Lin Chen personally hung a brass signboard above the office door.

Under the sunlight, the four large characters on the signboard gleamed with golden light—Longji Fresh.

Under the big banyan tree at the village entrance, Zhang Cuihua and several other women stopped eating sunflower seeds.

They stared blankly at the glowing sign, listening to the endless sound of firecrackers, their expressions were incredibly unpleasant, and they felt terrible.

At 10 a.m., the office of Longji Fresh was packed with people.

Tang Zhen and Li Jiande were both there, along with more than a dozen owners of large hotels in provincial capitals.

These billionaire bosses are now all crammed together on a row of plastic stools, barely daring to breathe.

They were all awkwardly seated and standing, breathing softly, their eyes fixed on the young man in the main seat who was leisurely sipping his tea.

Lin Chen put down his teacup and slammed a stack of newly printed documents onto the table.

"Longji Fresh's high-end live seafood grading and delivery standards."

Tang Zhen was the first to rush forward, respectfully picked up a copy, and after just one glance, his eyelids started twitching uncontrollably.

The standard is clearly stated: all live seafood, from the moment it is caught to the kitchen, must have a cell activity level of no less than 90%; otherwise, it will be rejected.

Also, if the delivery is half an hour late, the entire shipment is essentially given away for free.

This clause is harsh enough.

But the second one is even more deadly: Long-Ji-Xian-Sheng dictates all supply prices, and they change every month.

Li Jiande's face turned pale. He clutched the agreement, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to finally manage to squeeze out a single sentence.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin, this price... it's adjusted monthly, there's no such rule in the industry..."

Lin Chen didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He pointed to the doorway: "The door is over there."

With just one sentence, Lin Chen completely crushed Li Jiande's courage.

He shrank back into his seat, trembling, and didn't dare to utter another sound.

Upon seeing this, Tang Zhen immediately grabbed a pen and quickly signed his name, deliberately showing the signature to everyone.

"We at Marriott firmly support Boss Lin's regulations! This is for our own good, to regulate the market, and to elevate the standard of dining in our provincial capital!"

With Tang Zhen taking the lead, the remaining bosses dared not dawdle any longer. They rushed to sign the papers, each one afraid that if they were slow, they would be the next ones to suffer.

In less than half an hour, all the agreements were signed.

The order volume on Longji Fresh's backend exploded, with the first day's prepayment reaching eight figures.

At this moment, a blinding red light appeared on the upgraded system module in the direction of the provincial border entrance, so bright it hurt people's eyes.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes.

"System, switch to in-depth intelligence for this area."

[1000 points consumed, in-depth intelligence analysis in progress...]

[Intelligence generated:]

[Source of the threat: Jianghai Group, a major seafood company from another province.]

[Objective: To seize the opportunity presented by the market shake-up in the provincial capital, forcefully enter the market, and monopolize the high-end cold chain logistics sector.]

[Person in charge: Lei Qianjun, Vice President of Jianghai Association (ruthless, nicknamed "Lei the King of Hell").]

[Resources invested: 300 million in working capital, and 50 specially manufactured heavy-duty refrigerated trucks.]

[Action Plan: Physically blockade core warehouses, simultaneously conduct malicious low-price dumping, and cripple Longji Fresh within three days.]

Looking at the words that popped up on the panel, Lin Chen was not nervous at all. Instead, a smile appeared on his lips, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Jianghai Meeting?

Do they really think the provincial capital is a public toilet, where you can come and go as you please?

"Zhou Dazhuang, Sun Heizi, get over here."

The two of them quickly ran in.

"Brother Chen, what's up?"

"Dazhuang, activate Plan B."

"Disassemble all our modified water trucks and, as agreed, distribute them to the seven locations on the outskirts of the provincial capital. Only keep the ordinary trucks in Warehouse No. 3; do not leave a single modified one."

"Yes."

Zhou Dazhuang had some doubts, but he didn't ask any questions and immediately turned around to do it.

Sun Heizi scratched his head, confused: "Brother Chen, who are we guarding against? In the provincial capital now, is there anyone who dares to mess with us?"

Lin Chen didn't mention Jiang Haihui, but patted him on the shoulder.

"Tell your men to be on their toes. From now on, keep a close watch on the highway entrances to the provincial capital and those cold chain stations. If any large refrigerated trucks with out-of-town license plates come by, no matter how many, tell me immediately."

"Okay."

Sun Heizi nodded vigorously.

At this moment, in a private room of a high-end club in the provincial capital.

Several small fry who had been chased away by Lin Chen, and who used to hang out with Shao Kun, were excitedly raising their glasses.

"Have you heard? Jiang Haihui is coming, and the delegation is led by Vice President Lei Qianjun!"

"Great! That peasant surnamed Lin is doomed!!"

"Our chance has come! As long as we get in touch with Jianghai and work together from the inside to take down Lin Chen, the provincial capital will be ours again!"

There was a man sitting on top of them, dressed smartly, with a disdainful look on his face; he was sent by Lei Qianjun.

He glanced at the group of local bumpkins and spoke slowly.

"Rest assured, everyone, Jianghai will take action and never leave anyone alive."

"That Lin Chen's good days are over."

Midnight, at a provincial border highway toll station.

The toll collector was yawning from exhaustion when a beam of high beam shone on him, blinding him.

Four large, heavy-duty refrigerated trucks slowly drove out of the toll station.

A black wave logo on the car body looks a bit scary in the dark, and next to it are three big characters: Jianghaihui.

In the passenger seat of the lead car, a burly man in a suit rolled down the window and flicked his cigarette butt out.

He looked in the direction of the provincial capital, a smirk spreading across his face, his expression full of murderous intent.

"Dragon Spine Fresh?"

"After tonight, the provincial capital will belong to the Jiang family."