Secretary Wen moved with the speed and efficiency of a military strike team. Before noon even hit, shipments of farm-building equipment were already rolling in. Fences, automated feeders, pile drivers, cranes, and tractors—some rented from nearby farms and construction sites—were packed and ready for deployment. Everything needed to construct a full-scale breeding farm had been gathered in record time, and now all of it was quietly delivered into Han Yue's eight massive warehouses, with the usual "don't ask, don't tell" treatment.
At the same time, the breeding animals Han Yue had ordered in bulk—cows, pigs, goats, ducks, chickens, rabbits, quails, even a few deer—were beginning to arrive in batches. Some came directly from farms, others through specialized livestock markets. They were being organized and temporarily held in her warehouse in designated zones. The scent of hay, fur, and animal feed was now a permanent feature.
But that wasn't the end of it.
After lunch, Han Yue made another trip to her warehouse. This time, she collected not only the latest batch of animals but also:
A truckload of wholesale food items and condiments.
Bulk factory cakes and pastries near expiration.
Boxes of slightly damaged medicine from distributors.
Surplus medical equipment from a bankrupt hospital.
Meat from a slaughterhouse she had preordered.
And even more daily-use supplies sourced from closeout sales.
With every trip, her eight giant warehouse spaces became increasingly full. It was as if she was playing a never-ending game of Tetris—except each piece was 1 ton heavy and might moo, cluck, or go bad if she didn't place it correctly.
By mid-afternoon, Han Yue stood in the middle of the warehouse again, taking it all in. The stacked crates, the baa-ing and oinking, the aroma of machinery oil and hay…
She sighed.
"Maybe I should just live here," she muttered with a wry smile. "This place feels more like my home than my own room now."
Just then, a warm hand patted her gently on the head. She looked up to see Long Yi, his expression calm and indulgent.
"Don't worry," he said, voice soft and firm. "Once the farm is finished, you can finally live like a true salted fish. Just lie down and hug your soft pillow while I handle the hard work."
Han Yue blinked, a bit stunned… then burst into laughter.
"Oh no, not just a soft pillow—I'm going to hug a rich, handsome golden thigh and live like those carefree salted fish protagonists in novels!"
She grinned and mimicked lying back dramatically, as if imagining herself basking under a sunbeam with grapes in her mouth and Long Yi fanning her.
Long Yi chuckled under his breath, a warm glimmer in his eyes. He didn't correct her. He didn't tease her either. He just stood quietly beside her, watching her dream unfold with amusement and subtle tenderness.
After all, even a salted fish needs someone to guard her peace.
After collecting yet another batch of supplies from her overflowing warehouses, Han Yue didn't stop to rest. Instead, she hopped back into the car with Long Yi and Assistant Chen and headed straight to the city's largest seafood market.
This time, they all wore realistic human-skin disguise masks—Han Yue had already established her alternate persona here, and tonight was no different. As she stepped out of the car, her aura shifted instantly into that of a typical rich second-generation heir: cocky, flamboyant, and irresponsibly rich. A spoiled brat who only knew how to spend Daddy's money.
The familiar aura of wealth rolled in like a fog.
The moment she strolled into the market, shopkeepers and fishermen felt the change in the air. And then someone recognized her.
"God of Wealth is here again!!"
The shout triggered a frenzy. Like moths to a flame, seafood vendors, boatmen, and warehouse staff dropped what they were doing and ran toward her—inventory ledgers in hand, hopeful eyes shining. Some vendors were shaking in excitement, still not over her last visit.
But the "God of Wealth" only waved her hand lazily and said, "I want it all."
A hush fell.
Then chaos exploded.
"All?! She said all!"
"She means everything, right?!"
The market staff immediately shifted into disciplined efficiency. Everyone who wanted to sell lined up, following the sacred rules they had come to understand: queue up, show your inventory honestly, and get paid.
Assistant Chen and Liu got to work instantly. Each vendor handed over itemized reports—frozen seafood, fresh-caught fish, chilled stock, dried squid, pickled jellyfish, canned mackerel, smoked eels, shrimp paste, breeding crabs, and even freshly netted sea creatures still wriggling in the boats. Some vendors hadn't even unpacked their catch from the ship decks yet!
Han Yue just strolled from one vendor to the next, casually nodding or waving a hand to confirm. She didn't even bother checking the fine print.
Her assistants didn't blink. They checked everything, arranged payments instantly, and began organizing the transition.
All vendors were told:
"No need to deliver. Just leave the shop keys, warehouse access cards, and boat codes on the doorstep. We'll handle the rest."
Also:
"Disconnect the CCTV and shut down all cameras before leaving."
They were even given a "thank-you bonus" of 20,000 yuan just for following the procedure smoothly.
The vendors? Overjoyed.
"Best day of my life!"
"I don't care what she does with the fish, I'm retiring tomorrow!"
In less than an hour, every stall in the seafood market was either closed or cleared. The vendors and fishermen walked away with deep pockets and dazed smiles, still unsure if they were dreaming.
After the deals wrapped up, Assistant Chen and Liu quietly summoned their own cleanup crew. Surveillance jammers were activated. Hackers remotely accessed and froze every visible and hidden camera feed in the surrounding blocks. The entire seafood market went digitally dark.
That's when Han Yue went to work.
She strolled leisurely through the darkened, silent aisles. Store by store, she waved her hand—swish—and everything inside vanished. From fish tanks to freezers, to canned goods, to display counters. Gone. Assistant Chen and Liu followed behind, returning each set of keys and closing the shop doors like nothing had ever happened.
She boarded the docked fishing boats, stepped inside the chilled hulls, and with another wave—shoop—they were emptied. Not even a drop of seawater was left. Clean as a whistle.
The entire seafood market was gutted, and not a soul would know.
By the time they got back to the car, the sky had already turned dark.
"Next stop—warehouse," Han Yue muttered, rubbing her aching back.
Inside her eight giant warehouses, even more deliveries had arrived while she was gone:
Rented construction machines and farm tools.
Prefabricated animal sheds and fences.
Livestock in crates and cages.
Spare materials for the mountain farm project.
Han Yue finally rolled up her sleeves.
All rented equipment? Swish—stored.
All livestock? Woosh—teleported to the mountain section in her space.
All crates of seeds, saplings, and garden tools? Tossed into the black soil zone.
All canned, frozen, fast food, and restaurant leftovers? Tidy in the warehouse zone.
And the live fish? Released into the vast sea, where they began darting around joyfully in their new ocean-sized home.
By the end, Han Yue leaned against a warehouse wall and let out a long, deep sigh.
"Phew... I'm starving. Let's go home and eat dinner. 😤"
Back at home, with the chaos finally behind her, Han Yue enjoyed a hot meal and a long shower.
For once, she had nothing left to do tonight.
No deliveries.
No transfers.
No emergency purchases.
She lay down in bed and let out a giggle, curled up under the blanket like a sleepy squirrel.
"Ahh~ finally… a quiet night," she mumbled.
Long Yi peeked in, saw her already drifting off, and simply smiled.
Her empire was growing larger by the day…
But tonight, Han Yue could finally sleep like a true salted fish.