Chapter 36: Artificial Oyster Fertilization Technology! Protected by the Eagle!

Grouper do not lay all their eggs at once; instead, it's a continuous process. Thanks to the Atlantis Blessing Stone, Chu Lin was unconcerned about the survival rate of the newly hatched fish eggs—he simply fed the mother fish a little and let her spawn freely.

If other fishery merchants witnessed this, they would surely remark on his boldness. During spawning, everyone else would be extremely cautious, not daring to be negligent at all. After all, those eggs are money.

Watching the Neptune Grouper laying eggs, Chu Lin was reminded of something. The Atlantis Crystal Shrimp had berried females—a few could be selected for breeding. Now, with a Neptune Grouper mother able to reproduce, could the Atlantis Oyster be bred similarly?

Yet, among the vast numbers of shrimp, only a handful of fertilized, egg-carrying females could be found. With only around three hundred Atlantis Oysters refreshed daily, the base number was simply too small; relying on this method seemed nearly impossible. After all, four batches of Atlantis Oysters had already been refreshed, and none had been observed releasing eggs or sperm.

However, a thought struck him. Artificial insemination technology now existed. Many oyster farms used this very method—collecting sperm from males and injecting it into female oysters. With the Atlantis Blessing Stone ensuring the quality of bred Atlantis animals wouldn't decline, he could certainly use this technique for artificial cultivation.

Unlike the shrimp, oysters were scarce—three hundred a day meant only fifty-four thousand in half a year. Since Atlantis Oysters grew extremely fast, artificial insemination could yield a batch in half a year, and the number cultivated on five hundred acres of bay mudflats would far exceed this.

But he knew nothing about artificial insemination techniques himself. He thought of Dr. Li, the veterinarian, and promptly called him.

Nowadays, oyster aquaculture uses artificial insemination—collecting sperm from males and injecting it into females. Most farms can manage this themselves; Dr. Li, being a professional, would surely have no trouble.

On the other end, Dr. Li was surprised to see Chu Lin calling again, suspecting there might be an issue with the fish and hurriedly answered, "Mr. Chu, is there a problem with the fish? Do you need me to come over?"

Chu Lin explained, "Dr. Li, it's not about the fish. I wanted to ask if you're familiar with oyster sperm collection and insemination techniques?"

Relieved, Dr. Li replied, "Mr. Chu, our hospital doesn't handle that, but I do know the technique. If you need, I can borrow a set of equipment from a classmate and bring it to your farm. Just give me two days and prepare some mature oysters."

"Sorry to trouble you again, Dr. Li."

After hanging up, Chu Lin played with his phone for a while. Scrolling through WeChat Moments, he saw a post from Li Qian—boyfriend? He liked the post. Let the girl call him whatever she wants. Since she agreed to their current relationship, he didn’t mind providing a little effortless emotional value.

He checked the time. Seeing it was still early, he drove out to the Fisheries Bureau. When he purchased the shrimp farm, there were still two months left on the lease; now nearly a month had passed. Previously, he’d only paid the rent for the newly leased five hundred acres of bay mudflats—the original five hundred acres’ rent remained unpaid, due to lack of funds at the time.

Now, with over 2.91 million in his account, funds were ample. He planned to pay the original rent as well.

Before long, he arrived at the Fisheries Bureau. This time, he didn't notify Wang Yu; after all, such matters didn’t require the deputy director's personal attention. Unexpectedly, Wang Yu was quite interested in him—he had just applied for the paperwork when Wang Yu came over to personally greet him.

"Mr. Chu, you should've told me you were coming. I could've arranged everything in advance for you," Wang Yu said warmly, accompanying Chu Lin and handling the procedures as they chatted.

Mr. Chu had shown him respect before—he'd mentioned something in passing, and Chu Lin handled the quarantine business through his wife, a sizable business of fifty thousand. So, Wang Yu reciprocated.

The staff handling the paperwork felt immense pressure, forced to expedite the process with a high-ranking official watching. In the end, with fifty-five thousand paid in rent, Chu Lin’s account balance was 2.361 million, enough to renovate the old homestead handsomely.

After paying the rent and chatting with Wang Yu, Chu Lin left the Fisheries Bureau. Walking to his car, he saw a pink Ferrari pull up nearby, and the person stepping out was familiar. It was Meng Yao, the clerk from the Fisheries Bureau who had found an older, wealthy boyfriend.

A woman with a corporate chairman for a boyfriend was indeed different—simply spreading her legs, she drove a better car than him. Even with his “cheat,” he was only driving a Panamera.

He had to admit, she possessed a unique aura; otherwise, Huang Bin wouldn’t have tried to pursue her at first sight, only to fail disastrously and end up discouraging himself.

Since they met, Chu Lin politely greeted her, "Miss Meng, what a coincidence. I decided to pay the rent on a whim and still ran into you."

"Mr. Chu, excuse me, I’m here to resign," Meng Yao replied coldly, pressing the Ferrari key fob to lock her car before striding into the Bureau with an air of arrogance. Her expression suggested they weren’t on the same level.

Chu Lin was left speechless.

He had greeted her politely, only to be looked down upon. At that moment, he keenly understood an online saying: “A woman once bedded by an eagle believes she herself is an eagle.” Such women can only hope for good fortune—if they really become the wealthy wife depicted in dramas, fine; but if discarded, they’ll look down on everyone else for the rest of their lives, wallowing in self-pity. A woman protected by an eagle will never fall for a sparrow.

But reality is not television—those who become wealthy wives are few and far between; most end up women who won’t love sparrows.

They seem to overlook one crucial truth: what are they themselves? Failing to grasp the logic that fish seek fish, shrimp seek shrimp, tortoises pair with king turtles. One is clearly a fly, but after undressing for an eagle, feels sparrows are beneath her?

Take Meng Yao—her status is merely a civil servant, but because she was spread by a powerful man, her nose is in the air? If that man ever kicks her aside, she’ll be nothing.

Chu Lin shook his head and got into his car. This encounter sobered him a little. With his “cheat,” life had indeed changed; he had seemingly crossed social strata. Yet, compared to true big shots, he was still nothing—even a woman favored by an old tycoon could look down on him.

He wasn't angry, though. Thanks to his “cheat,” he believed he would eventually surpass that old tycoon, while she would likely become one of those women who look down on sparrows.

Back at the farm, the Neptune Grouper had laid a dense batch of eggs in the tank, countless to the naked eye. Just as he was observing, his WeChat pinged—a message from Li Qian. Opening it, he found a selfie. The photo nearly gave him a nosebleed: she was wearing the pure, alluring outfit he’d chosen for her.

A gentle reminder not to forget spending the night at her place.

Women and their little schemes!

On the other side, after sending the photo, Li Qian couldn’t hide her smile—she’d seen Chu Lin’s “like.” He wasn’t angry. She was delighted.

As long as his girlfriend didn’t find out, could she keep calling him boyfriend in her Moments forever?

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