The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 111 Target: Bohai Bay!

Within hours, the building and everything inside belonged to the Lin family.

The name Li Jiande is now a thing of the past.

"Have you counted everything?"

Lin Chen asked.

"Brother Chen, don't worry."

Sun Heizi chuckled.

"Thirty-three vehicles, I've checked each of the refrigerated ones with my team, they're all top-quality."

"Especially that ultra-low temperature cold storage, it's German-made, wow, minus 180 degrees Celsius, our fish are still alive and kicking even when they're transported to the ends of the earth."

"With these iron gadgets, let's see who dares to hold us back in the future. We can send the fish wherever we want."

Lin Chen nodded.

Tang Zhen was the first to react.

"Boss Lin, that's some impressive skill... Amazing. Congratulations!"

Chu Tiankuo quickly followed.

"Boss Lin, from now on, the cold chain logistics in the provincial capital will all depend on Longji."

The rest of the people also gathered around, each vying to say nice things.

"Boss Lin is young and promising, we admire him."

"Yeah, yeah, that old bastard Li Jiande was blind. He deserves what he got."

Lin Chen simply nodded slightly to them as a response.

He turned to Sun Heizi and said.

"Check all the vehicles, fill up the tanks, and get the drivers in the shifts. The first batch of goods must be shipped from here to the provincial capital on time tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Brother Chen."

After casually making these arrangements, Lin Chen looked at Tang Zhen and the others again.

"Gentlemen, since you're here, please come in and have a cup of tea."

No one dared to say no, and they hurriedly nodded and bowed as they followed Lin Chen into the building.

……

On the other end.

The headquarters of the Jianghai Association, a thousand miles away.

Lei Wanshan, the leader of the Jianghai Society, known as Lei Yanwang, was staring intently at the man on the stretcher. Lei Qianjun's limbs had all been broken, and he looked like a dead dog.

Lei Qianjun was spitting out gasps, his eyes were glazed over, and he was completely ruined.

"waste."

After a long pause, Lei Wanshan finally managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.

His trusted subordinates dared not even breathe loudly.

Everyone knows that King Lei Yanwang values ​​this nephew of his own family and is practically raising him as his successor.

Now Lei Qianjun has been crippled in the provincial capital, and Lei Yanwang has completely lost face.

"President, I've investigated. The one who did it is a kid named Lin Chen, a fisherman from Huangni Village who relies on crooked methods..."

Before his subordinate could finish speaking, Lei Wanshan glared at him with a cold look, silencing him.

"Fishermen?"

"Could a fisherman really cripple a thousand-pound army? Would that old bastard Sun Peide stand up for him? Could he really swallow up Li Jiande's Hongyun Cold Chain in a single day?"

He walked to a glass cabinet in the middle of the secret room.

Inside the cabinet, a huge piece of fish maw was soaking in a special medicinal solution.

The fish maw was golden yellow, and quite large, over 1.5 meters long. At its thickest point, it was almost as wide as an adult. It was covered with lines left by time and shimmered strangely under the light.

This is the prized possession of the Jianghai Society, which they acquired from the Southeast Asian underworld after much effort—a yellow croaker maw weighing 150 jin (approximately 65 kg).

Lei Wanshan reached out and stroked the glass back and forth, his eyes filled with a mixture of infatuation and ruthlessness.

"Since he's playing dirty tricks, I'll play an even bigger game with him."

"Tell me that three days from now, the Huo family in the capital will be holding a birthday banquet, and I want to personally present this fish maw to Elder Huo."

The trusted subordinate shuddered, immediately understanding what Lei Wanshan was about to do.

What kind of family is the Huo family?

The true elite families hidden in Beijing.

Huo Zhenxiong, also known as Huo Lao, is considered the patriarch of Chinese collectors, having spent his life loving all sorts of rare and unusual treasures.

Yellow croaker, especially this large one that's over a hundred years old, has long been a legend.

If someone were to bring out such a "Fish Maw King," the entire circle of wealthy people would be in an uproar.

Lei Yanwang is trying to get in touch with the Huo family by using this big gift.

By then, let alone Lin Chen, the entire business circle of the provincial capital would be nothing more than tiny ants that the Huo family could crush with a flick of their fingers.

"Didn't he get involved with the Huo family?"

"I'll show him what real flattery is."

"Some country bumpkin who climbed up the social ladder by sheer luck, does he even dare to associate with the Huo family? I want him dead. I want him to be trampled to death by the Huo family in front of all the rich people in the country, so he can never rise again."

……

late at night.

[Ding. Daily intelligence has been updated. Please check it, host.]

[Intelligence 1 (Warning): Jianghai Society President Lei Yanwang is taking 150 jin of yellow croaker maw to the capital to attend the Huo family's birthday banquet in three days. He intends to use the Huo family to destroy you.]

[Second intelligence (business): The yellow croaker maw that Lei Yanwang (a fish breeder) is fake, farmed in net cages in Southeast Asia. To make it look wild, it's constantly soaked in formaldehyde and nitrites, which are full of carcinogenic substances.]

[Intelligence 3 (Resource): Bohai Bay, 38.5 degrees North latitude, 120.2 degrees East longitude, 120 meters below the abandoned Shengli No. 3 drilling platform, there is a strange warm current there, and a real century-old yellow croaker king is hiding there. It is estimated to be 2.3 meters long and weigh about 280 kilograms.]

[Intelligence 4 (Opportunity): ...]

The first three pieces of information combined to form a wicked plan in his mind.

To use someone else to do one's dirty work.

We're still using Old Huo's knife.

If he couldn't produce something more impressive than 150 jin of fish maw, all the goodwill and face he had built up at Old Master Huo's birthday banquet would be lost.

Even worse, Mr. Huo might blame himself for being overshadowed by a counterfeit product.

What a vicious scheme.

Lin Chen's lips twitched into a smile, but it was a cold smile.

Trying to put me down in front of Mr. Huo with counterfeit chemicals?

They're really fearless.

Without thinking, he picked up the phone on the table and called Zhou Dazhuang.

The call was answered instantly.

"Brother Chen, what's up?"

"Pioneer, now, immediately, fill up with heavy fuel oil. Check all usable equipment on board, especially the deep-sea winch and sonar."

Zhou Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that this matter was not simple.

"Brother Chen, are we going out to sea? Where to?"

"Bohai Bay".

"Bohai Bay?"

"Brother Chen, that's over a thousand kilometers away. And... and the weather station just issued a storm warning. The weather in the Bohai Bay is bad right now, with waves that could be five or six meters high. Our Pioneer is an iron ship, but it's too far..."

"I need the ship to leave port in one hour."

Lin Chen interrupted him.

There was silence for about ten seconds on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Dazhuang could imagine how terrifying that sea was now; that place was a death trap for all fishing boats.

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen called Sun Heizi again.

"Hey, pick ten guys who are good at fighting and swimming, bring your gear, and meet at the dock in half an hour. Also, prepare the largest constant-temperature hibernation pod; hoist it directly onto the ship."

"clear."

Sun Heizi didn't even ask any questions. He only knew that he would do whatever Brother Chen told him to do.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The whole city is still fast asleep.

The Huangni Village Wharf, however, was brightly lit.

The Pioneer's diesel engine hummed.

Zhou Dazhuang personally steered the boat, while Sun Heizi led ten burly men to stand on the deck, each with a tense expression and an aura of murderous intent.

Lin Chen stood at the bow of the ship, the sea breeze making his clothes rustle.

He stared at the dark sky to the north, where a great storm was brewing.

"sail."