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The next few paintings were all by the same artist named Arthur.

Shen Fei flipped all the way to the last picture, by Vincent Willem van Gogh.

His breathing suddenly quickened.

The painting was of a sunflower, and the sunflower in the picture looked like a blazing fire, which directly blinded Shen Fei.

"Holy crap, is that really Van Gogh?"

The question is, did Van Gogh paint sunflowers?

Shen Fei licked his lips, looking a little insecure.

He then turned on his computer, searched online for a while, and finally got some good news: Van Gogh painted a total of 24 sunflowers during his lifetime, and 11 of them have been found so far, while the whereabouts of the remaining 13 are still unknown.

In other words, this sunflower painting could very well be the work of Van Gogh?

Of course, it could also be a counterfeit product sold under a false name.

Shen Fei's heart leaped with joy once again.

He carefully took out the sunflower painting separately, wrapped it up, and then opened the second, slightly larger oak box. To his disappointment, there was only a brocade box inside, which contained some European land deeds and house deeds, as well as some pawnshop contracts.

Don't they know we live in a new era?

They don't recognize any of these old things; in other words, these are just a pile of waste paper.

Shen Fei felt a little disappointed. He had only opened two oak crates and found a sunflower painting that looked like it was by Van Gogh. It wasn't a complete waste of time.

Shen Fei stuffed Arthur's paintings and land deeds into the brocade box, but carefully took out the sunflower painting separately and wrapped it up. He decided to have it appraised by a professional.

That's where Smith stepped in.

"Uncle Smith, while I was cleaning out my grandfather's room, I found a few paintings, one of which is signed Van Gogh and depicts sunflowers."

Shen Fei made a phone call to Smith.

Upon hearing the name Van Gogh on the phone, the other person paused briefly, their voice rising several decibels, "Are you sure it's Van Gogh?"

Shen Fei found it somewhat amusing. This old guy was over 50 years old and had seen his share of ups and downs, yet he wasn't as calm as he had been.

"I'm sure it's signed Vincent William Van Gogh."

Shen Fei repeated himself, word by word.

pat!

Smith hung up the phone immediately, leaving a message before he did: "Wait at home, I'll bring people over tomorrow."

That night, Shen Fei went to sleep early. The next morning, after having breakfast, he took his phone and started taking a walk around the island.

I took some landscape videos with my phone from time to time along the way.

These are all materials he prepared; he hasn't given up on his dream of becoming a live-streaming e-commerce influencer.

Dasheng Fishing Ground is located on an oval-shaped island on the edge of a coastal town. Although it is an island, it is connected to the mainland. Shen Fei named it Calabash Island.

Huludao is bordered by Pearl Lake on one side and the western coast of the Atlantic Ocean on the other.

Strictly speaking, the Dasheng fishing ground refers to a section of coastline spanning several tens of kilometers along the Atlantic coast, which is contracted out to three fishing grounds, including the Dasheng fishing ground.

The headquarters of all three fishing grounds are located on Huludao Island.

As for Pearl Lake, it was also contracted out to three companies.

The purpose of contracting Pearl Lake was not to raise freshwater fish, but to cultivate aquatic plants in the lake and then transfer these plants to fish farms in the Atlantic Ocean to raise saltwater fish, mainly cod.

Shen Fei circled around Huludao, his brows gradually furrowing.

The beach near the Atlantic Ocean was littered with garbage, looking very polluted, and the waves crashing onto the shore were mixed with a lot of white foam.

No wonder the coastal town, located next to the famous Newfoundland fishing grounds, is so economically depressed; it seems that the Newfoundland fishing grounds are now just an empty shell.

How can you raise fish in water with this level of pollution?

Shen Fei was filled with worry.

He originally planned to buy a large number of cod fry and release them into the fish farm after solving the funding problem, but now it seems that there is still a long way to go.

As Shen Fei walked back, thinking about his plan, he was startled by an object rolling down a pine forest.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a perfectly round potato.

The potato chunk, about the size of a fist, rolled down the slope next to the pine forest and came to a stop not far from Shen Fei.

Shen Fei was immediately surprised.

This pine forest is one of the few places with vegetation on Huludao Island. The rest of the island is bare. Do you think potatoes can grow from the ground?

Just as Shen Fei was wondering, a series of anxious chirping sounds came from the pine forest.

A fluffy little squirrel appeared in Shenfei's field of vision.

The squirrel hurriedly climbed down from a big tree and stood upright not far from the potatoes. It kept glancing at Shen Fei and then at the potatoes on the ground, scratching its ears and cheeks with a face full of reluctance, looking very conflicted.

Shen Fei understood instantly.

This potato was food that the squirrel had prepared to store, but it accidentally fell from the tree. The squirrel was afraid that it would hurt the potato, so it stopped to the side and dared not come over.

They couldn't bear to part with the potatoes they had worked so hard to get, so they remained stuck in the same place.

As for where these potatoes came from?

It clearly didn't grow from the ground, but rather... it was stolen from his family's estate.

This pine forest is right next to Shenfei Manor, less than 200 meters away as the crow flies. After figuring this out, Shenfei was instantly delighted. He bent down, picked up a potato from the ground, and gently tossed it towards the squirrel.

With a plop, the potato rolled a short distance and came to a stop near the squirrel.

Now the squirrel had no more worries. It nimbly used its forelimbs to hug the potato and scrambled up a big tree next to it. Finally, it peeked out and looked at Shen Fei on the ground, as if to determine if he was a threat.

"Little one, come to my house if you're hungry. I can easily feed you. But don't you dare steal anything next time."

"Do you know?"

Shen Fei pointed to his own manor, then to himself, and finally waved to the squirrel. Without caring whether the squirrel understood or not, he patted his behind and left.

He lived alone in a huge manor and was quite bored. If he could tame this squirrel, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

However, he didn't have much experience, so he just had to see if the other party would take the bait.

When we returned to the manor, it was nearly 10 a.m. A black BMW 740 was slowly driving towards us, bathed in the morning sun.

Shen Fei washed his hands and face in the kitchen on the first floor. When he returned to the hall, the black BMW 740 was already parked in his yard.

Smith came down with an elderly man with gray hair.

The old man was also carrying a golden suitcase.