The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 119 No, it's mass production!

The provincial capital's international convention and exhibition center was packed with people and noisy.

The Jianghai Convention and Exhibition Center organized a grand global expo of rare seafood, occupying the entire Hall 1.

The ice sculptures were surrounded by seafood flown in from all over the world, and the air smelled of money and the sea.

In the very center of the exhibition hall, on a giant 30-square-meter LED screen, an old man with a stern face sits in a grand chair; this is Lei Wanhai, the leader of the Jianghai Society.

He coldly watched the venue from behind the screen.

On the booth, his top strategist, nicknamed "Little Zhuge," Zhuge Ming, held a microphone and looked quite pleased with himself.

"Friends in the provincial capital's catering industry, times have changed."

Zhuge Ming was dressed in an expensive suit, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were full of shrewdness.

"In the past, your goods were all in the hands of others, and you could only depend on the whims of a peasant."

Everyone present knew perfectly well who the peasant he was referring to was.

Below the stage, a group of small business owners who relied on Jianghai Club immediately burst into a cacophony of flattery and laughter.

"Director Zhuge is right. The Dragon Ridge Fresh Food incident was just a matter of good luck."

"Compared to Jianghaihui's global supply chain, he's nothing."

Tang Zhen stood at the back of the crowd, his face pale and his fists clenched tightly.

Several Marriott board members around him couldn't sit still any longer and kept giving him meaningful glances, urging him to go up and sign the contract with Zhuge Ming quickly.

"Mr. Tang, stop arguing. Look at the bluefin tuna that's flown in from Japan. Does Lin Chen have any of that quality?"

"If you don't sign, Marriott will really have to close down."

Tang Zhen didn't move at all, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the venue.

Lin Chen's indifferent remark kept swirling in his mind.

"Get ready to close the net, see you at the Expo."

On stage, Zhuge Ming enjoyed everyone's praise, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

With a wave of his hand, several burly men laboriously pushed up a large bluefin tuna covered with dry ice.

"Look everyone, this is the strength of our Jianghai Association. This 300-kilogram king fish we bought from the Tsukiji Market in Japan is worth millions just for this one."

"Today, as long as you sign an exclusive supply agreement with Jianghai, your restaurants will be able to have it."

The entire room was filled with the sound of gasps for air conditioning, and countless business owners were green with envy.

Zhuge Ming held up a pre-prepared monopoly agreement, ready to announce the start of the signing.

Just then.

"Squeak—"

The two heavy doors of the convention center were slowly pushed open from the outside.

The noisy meeting room immediately fell silent.

Lin Chen was dressed in ordinary casual clothes and pushed a plain white plastic insulated box as he calmly walked in.

Behind him followed Sun Heizi, a particularly large man whose eyes swept across the entire area.

After a brief silence, the room erupted in laughter.

"Pfft. Did I see that right? What kind of junk did he push in?"

"That's... a styrofoam box used to store dead fish? Is he joking?"

Zhuge Ming was stunned for a moment, then laughed so hard he could hardly straighten up and almost dropped the microphone.

He pointed at Lin Chen and said sarcastically to everyone present.

"Oh? Isn't this Mr. Lin, the newly rich owner of Longji Fresh Food in our provincial capital?"

"What, at the Global Seafood Expo, are you bringing the rotten fish and shrimp from Huangni Village Wharf to the international stage to broaden our horizons?"

The laughter around them grew even louder.

The directors around Tang Zhen turned pale. One director covered his face and whispered in despair.

"It's over, we've completely lost face, Marriott's reputation is ruined..."

Despite the ridicule from the audience, Lin Chen remained expressionless as he pushed the box and walked step by step to the front of the booth.

Sun Heizi followed behind him, clenching his fists so his knuckles cracked, startling the loudest laughing bosses around him who shrank back.

"Director Zhuge, right?"

Lin Chen looked up at Zhuge Ming on the stage.

"An expo must involve give and take to be considered a true expo. Allowing only one company to exhibit is called coercion."

"Hahaha."

Zhuge Ming laughed uncontrollably.

"Well done, buddy Lin. I'd like to see what kind of treasure you can pull out of this shabby box."

With a wave of his hand, he ordered someone to push the huge Japanese tuna to the front, its body gleaming under the lights.

"See that? That's real food. What are you comparing it to?"

Lin Chen didn't say anything.

He simply bent down and, with a "click," opened the clasp of the white plastic box.

When the lid was opened, there was no fishy smell, but a clean steam came out.

Then, a faint blue light shone from the box, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

The laughter in the room stopped.

Everyone craned their necks, staring intently at the unassuming box.

Lin Chen reached out and slowly took a fish out of the box.

It was a perfectly sized bluefin tuna, about 1.5 meters long, with a deep blue color all over its body and its scales reflecting a metallic sheen under the light.

There seemed to be light moving slowly on the fish's body, making it seem lively and energetic.

"What... what kind of fish is this? Even bluefin tuna don't look like this."

"This color... is it fake? Was it shone with a light?"

Zhuge Ming stared intently at the fish, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

Just then, an elderly Japanese man with completely white hair and beard suddenly stood up from the judges' panel.

He is Jiro Ono, a Japanese sashimi master and a judge invited to this expo.

Jiro Ono's eyes widened, and he trembled with excitement. He pushed aside the table in front of him, ignored his assistant's attempts to stop him, and stumbled towards the booth.

"Move aside. Let me see."

Zhuge Ming's expression changed, and he reached out to stop him.

"Master Ono, what's wrong with you...?"

Ono Jiro pushed him away, looked at the fish in Lin Chen's hand, and excitedly said something in Japanese.

Trembling, he took out a white cloth from his pocket and carefully wiped the scalpel he always carried with him.

"May I... have a taste?"

Ono Jiro pleaded with Lin Chen in broken Chinese, his eyes filled with fervor and supplication.

Lin Chen nodded.

Jiro Ono swiftly brought his sword down.

A very thin slice of fish was precisely cut off.

The cross-section of the fish had a beautiful marble pattern, with alternating red and white colors. It was oily but looked very vibrant.

Ono Jiro didn't dip the fish in any sauce and put the piece of fish directly into his mouth.

next second.

This master, who is over seventy years old, is highly respected in the industry.

His eyes widened, and a light he had never seen before burst forth from his cloudy pupils.

Two streams of hot tears flowed down his wrinkled face.

There was not a sound in the entire venue.

"thump."

Ono Jiro's legs went weak, and he knelt upright in front of Lin Chen. Facing the fish, he used all his strength to shout out two words.

"miracle."

"This is a miracle. It is a gift from the sea god."

What kind of fish could make this national treasure-level master kneel down in public?

Zhuge Ming's face turned pale, and he roared at the stage.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible. It's a hallucination. Test it, test it immediately with the equipment. I refuse to believe that a fish can fly."

He went completely mad, furiously directing the staff to push the sophisticated component analyzer onto the equipment.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the technicians tremblingly took another sample from the piece of fish that Jiro Ono had cut off and put it into the instrument.

Everyone gathered around the large screen where the test results were to be displayed.

A few minutes later, the data came out.

On the screen, two reports appeared side by side.

On the left is Jianghaihui's Japanese King Fish, and on the right is Longji Fresh Tuna.

[Japanese King Fish: Mercury content 0.3ppm, unsaturated fatty acid content 8.7g/100g, cell activity 12% (frozen standard)]

【Fresh Dragon Backbone Tuna: Mercury content 0, Heavy metal content 0, Unsaturated fatty acid content 43.5g/100g, Cell activity 60% (live standard)】

The stark data comparison appeared on the screen, and the entire venue fell silent as if dead.

Zero pollution.

The content of unsaturated fatty acids is five times higher.

Cell activity increased fivefold.

"Five times... Holy crap, what does that even mean? One bite is equivalent to five bites?"

"Zero pollution? How is that possible? In today's marine environment, how can you possibly catch zero-pollution tuna?"

"This isn't a fish. This is a miracle cure!"

Zhuge Ming looked at the data on the screen, swayed, and almost fell over.

He pointed at Lin Chen, his voice becoming shrill with fear and anger.

"A unique item. This is just your good luck; you found this mutated, one-of-a-kind specimen somewhere out of nowhere. It can't be replicated. One fish can't save your Dragon Spine Fresh. Our global supply chain can continuously provide second-tier fish, but you only have this one."

The restaurant owners present calmed down a bit. Indeed, even the best fish couldn't supply the entire provincial capital.

However, Lin Chen just watched him quietly.

"A unique piece?"

Lin Chen took out his phone and tapped the screen.

The next second, the largest LED screen in the convention center, which was originally displaying Lei Wanhai's image, suddenly changed its display.

The screen no longer displayed Lei Wanhai's sour face; instead, it showed a metallic cave.

In the middle of the cave, a huge metal structure was gleaming with a bluish light, with countless pipes connected to the seawater, forming a huge circulation system.

The most frightening thing was the huge live water tank next to that metal building.

Hundreds or thousands.

densely packed.

Each one was exactly the same as the one in Lin Chen's hand, a tuna with a bluish glow all over its body, swimming wildly in the live water tank.

That's not one.

It was a large group.

"Oh my god..."

One of the shop owners' legs gave way and he sat down on the ground.

"Mass production...mass production...he can actually mass-produce this kind of fish?"

"It's over... Jianghai Conference is over..."

Tang Zhen stared at the horrifying scene on the screen, stunned at first, then his blood boiled. He couldn't hold back anymore, threw his head back and burst into wild laughter, then pulled out the Jianghai Association contract from his pocket and tore it to shreds.

"Tear it up. Tear it all up, you fucking rip it all up."

With his roar, the bosses who had been hesitating before woke up as if from a dream, and they all took out their contracts and tore them up frantically.

The venue was in complete chaos.

All the restaurant owners rushed towards the booth like madmen, not towards Zhuge Ming, but towards Lin Chen.

"Boss Lin. Immortal Lin. I was wrong. I was blinded by greed before."

"Boss Lin, please, just give me a contract. Name your price."

"Get out of my way. Don't block my way from kowtowing to Boss Lin."

Zhuge Ming stared blankly at the crazy scene before him, watching the bosses who had been bowing and scraping to him just a second ago now fighting over a contract with Lin Chen.

His most prized scheme was shattered into nothingness under the blue light shimmering on the screen.

"No...it's impossible..."

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, muttering unconsciously.

Meanwhile, in the north, at the Jianghai Association headquarters.

In front of the giant screen, Lei Wanhai witnessed this earth-shattering scene.

His expression changed several times, from gloomy to surprised, and then from angry to ashen.

"puff--"

Lei Wanhai coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.