The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 69 What you lack, I happen to have!

【Marine Ecosystem Simulation Chamber (Portable Version)】

Description: Miniature controllable ecosystem.

Built-in high-precision sensors can simulate the temperature, salinity, pressure, and microbial environment of specific sea areas.

Using spatial folding technology, it is the size of a suitcase on the outside and can hold one cubic meter of water on the inside.

It consumes very little energy and can ensure that the internal organisms can survive for more than 72 hours under optimal stress conditions.

Redeemable points: 5000.

[In-depth Analysis of Business Intelligence (Module)]

Description: System auxiliary calculation module.

It can conduct comprehensive intelligence analysis for specific business objectives, generating feasibility reports and risk warnings.

Redeemable points: 10000.

An ecological simulation chamber is a perfect fit for his concept of live seafood.

With this, fish and shrimp can survive even if they are transported to the provincial capital or even airlifted to Beijing.

The intelligence analysis module particularly appealed to him.

This thing can not only find fish, but also analyze business intelligence.

Just then, the system panel refreshed again, and a piece of information automatically parsed by the new module popped up.

[Opportunity-related intelligence: Internal strife]

Target: Marriott Hotel in the provincial capital.

Event: Due to the collapse of its main supplier, Shaokun Group, the provincial capital's high-end catering association has fallen into a supply chain crisis, resulting in a shortage of top-quality ingredients.

As the leader of the association, Marriott Hotels faces the risk of losing its Michelin star rating, and internal pressure has reached a critical point.

Key figure: Wang Biao, the newly appointed purchasing manager, is eager to find alternative suppliers to solidify his position, but he is arrogant and inflexible in his thinking.

Breakthrough point: Any supplier that can provide top-quality ingredients that surpass those of Shao Kun will be eligible to directly negotiate with Marriott Hotels.

Risk assessment: Low.

"Dazhuang, Heizi, wake up, time to get to work."

Half an hour later, Zhou Dazhuang drove his old pickup truck, with Sun Heizi in the passenger seat. Both of them had dark circles under their eyes and were yawning.

"Brother Chen, what time is it? It's not even fully light yet."

Sun Heizi rubbed his eyes and complained.

Lin Chen didn't say anything, but instead took a specially made foam box out of the house, carefully put it into the back of the pickup truck, and covered it with a thick tarpaulin.

The box landed with a dull thud, causing the car body to sway slightly.

"What's in here, Brother Chen? Rocks?"

Zhou Dazhuang asked curiously.

Lin Chen patted the box and smiled.

"More precious than stones. It's something that can turn our Huangni Village around."

He opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

"To the provincial capital, Marriott Hotel."

The pickup truck drove out of the village.

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The provincial capital, Marriott Hotel.

As one of the city's top five-star hotels, the Marriott's entrance was no longer as composed as it usually is.

More than a dozen refrigerated trucks bearing the logos of different seafood companies were parked haphazardly outside the hotel's unloading area, unable to even get through the gate.

A group of well-dressed supplier bosses were surrounding the hotel's security supervisor, bowing and scraping and smiling.

"Manager Wang, could you please make an exception? Our company's grouper is no worse than Boss Shao's."

"That's right, Manager Wang. We've just received a new batch of Australian lobsters. Could you let Manager Wang take a look at the goods?"

The security supervisor, surnamed Wang, had a beer belly, gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, and looked extremely impatient.

"I already told you, Manager Wang is busy right now. Don't you guys have any sense of propriety? Get back, stop blocking the door and ruining our hotel's image."

Zhou Dazhuang parked his car a little distance away, looked at the scene, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Wow, this is even more exaggerated than the first fish-catching frenzy in our village. Brother Chen, can we handle this?"

Lin Chen pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

"They're begging for help; we're seeking a lifeline. It's different."

He went to the back of the room and, together with Sun Heizi, carried the heavy styrofoam box down.

People around them cast all sorts of glances, but Lin Chen ignored them and led the two straight toward the hotel entrance.

"Stop right there. What are you doing?"

A security guard reached out and stopped them.

Lin Chen didn't even look at him, but said something to the doorman who was peeking in through the hotel's revolving door.

"Tell your purchasing manager, Wang, that Lin Chen from Huangni Village has brought something that can save his Michelin Star."

The doorman paused for a moment, looking at Lin Chen in casual clothes and the two burly men behind him who looked like they had just come from a construction site, his eyes full of suspicion.

The doorman hesitated for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie and began to report in a low voice.

A moment later, he jogged out to greet him.

"Mr. Lin, Manager Wang wants you to wait for him in the purchasing department office."

This scene left the suppliers who had been stopped outside completely dumbfounded.

The purchasing department office was filled with smoke.

Wang Biao, the newly appointed purchasing manager, was angrily throwing supplier quotations into the trash can one after another.

He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with slicked-back hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Shao Kun's downfall was actually a good thing for him, as he had finally climbed from deputy manager to full manager through nepotism.

But who would have thought that Shao Kun alone would monopolize 80% of the top-quality seafood supply in the provincial capital?

Now that he's fallen, the entire high-end catering industry in the provincial capital is in chaos.

The Michelin inspector will be arriving next week, and if he can't serve a decent seafood main course, he'll have to resign from his newly acquired manager position.

"A bunch of useless trash. What kind of garbage did they send? They dare to pass off farmed goods as wild ones."

Wang Biao kicked the trash can, making a dull thud.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Lin Chen walked in.

Wang Biao raised his head, frowning as he sized up Lin Chen.

He was dressed casually, with mud still clinging to his feet, and was followed by two burly men with honest-looking faces.

"You are Lin Chen."

Wang Biao leaned back in his boss's chair, tapping the table with his knuckles, his chin held high.

"it's me."

Lin Chen pulled up a chair and sat down by himself.

This action made Wang Biao frown even more deeply.

"I've heard of you; you've been making a name for yourself in those little places down there lately."

"Speak up, what did you bring? Let me make this clear from the start: don't bring out anything shabby that you'll embarrass yourself with."

Lin Chen smiled and didn't say anything. He simply placed the huge styrofoam box gently on Wang Biao's expensive mahogany desk.

With a muffled "bang," the table shook.

Wang Biao's eyelids twitched. He stared at the unremarkable styrofoam box and snorted coldly.

"They're acting all mysterious. They want to talk to me about cooperation. Do you know that the suppliers who want to cooperate with Marriott right now could line up all the way to the city gates?"

Lin Chen leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and looked directly into Wang Biao's eyes.

"They are them, and I am me. Manager Wang, what you should be concerned about is not how many people want to cooperate with you, but whether you can keep your Michelin star."

Upon hearing this, Wang Biao's expression changed instantly.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're just a peasant, what do you know about Michelin?"

Whether I understand or not is not important. What is important is that I know what you are lacking right now.

"What do we lack? Marriott lacks nothing."

Lin Chen walked up to Wang Biao and looked down at him.

"You're missing a dish that can silence those Michelin-starred, nitpicky judges with its stunning presentation. And I happen to have one."

He slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Lin Chen's nose, cursing loudly.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to tell me what to do? Let me tell you, when Shao Kun was around, you bunch of people who made your living by the sea were considered someone important, and you could be called 'boss'."

"Now that Shao Kun is in jail, you are nothing but rotten fish in my eyes."

"Get out. Take your trash and get out of here. Don't dirty my place."

Wang Biao's voice echoed in the office.

In the corridor outside, some hotel staff passing by and other suppliers who came after hearing the noise peeked out to watch the commotion, their faces full of expressions of anticipation.

Zhou Dazhuang and Sun Heizi were so angry that their faces turned red, and they clenched their fists, ready to step forward.

Lin Chen raised his hand to stop them.

Instead of getting angry, he laughed.

"Manager Wang," Lin Chen began, "do you know what anger usually stems from?"

Wang Biao was taken aback.

"It stems from incompetence."

After Lin Chen finished speaking, he didn't look at Wang Biao's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red. He turned around and, in front of everyone, slowly opened the styrofoam box on the table.

A cool, oceanic scent instantly wafted from the box.

The moment the lid was opened, everyone's breath caught in their throats.