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Shen Fei didn't waste any words with him.

If he hadn't been in dire need of money and didn't know anyone in the antique trade, he probably wouldn't have agreed to the deal for 1200 million Canadian dollars.

Even so, it was still a huge windfall, a pleasant surprise.

Because the cost of acquiring this oil painting was almost zero; it only took him some time, and the fuel consumption was equivalent to a cup of ginger soup per 100 kilometers.

Liam’s collection company may seem to be making a lot of money, but it can only get a small share of the profits by following behind Shenfei. Besides, the tycoons in the Middle East are not so easy to fool.

The risks involved are considerable.

Shen Fei then thought of the more than 10 Arthur paintings he had hidden and wondered if the forger was Arthur himself.

If that's the case, then this Arthur isn't a complete failure; maybe those 10-odd paintings can sell for a little money.

Of course, it certainly won't sell for as high a price as 1200 million Canadian dollars.

Regardless, Shenyang Aircraft Corporation will certainly not choose to continue dealing with Liam.

The two quickly signed a contract, and then Smith left with Liam.

More than an hour later, Smith called, "How come you speak Italian? What were you talking about?"

Shen Fei told Smith everything he knew on the phone. Smith paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't expect this old guy to be so greedy. He gets more greedy as he gets older. He even cheated my employer. I'll find a chance to teach him a lesson later."

"By the way, Uncle Smith, I have some old paintings here. Could you find a reliable art collection company for me when you have time? I should be able to sell them for a little money."

"Okay, I'll help you find it in Ottawa this time. Anyway, with this 1200 million Canadian dollars, you won't be short of money for a while."

Canada has three major cities: Toronto, Montreal, and Vancouver.

Ottawa is the fourth largest city in Canada and also the capital of Canada.

Companies involved in cultural collections are usually concentrated in the capital. He had been urging them to hurry, and Toronto is the closest city to here, which is why Smith approached Liam.

The two communicated again on the phone. Smith praised Shen Fei for his quick thinking and told him to invest his money in the operation of the fish farm as soon as possible.

The Dasheng Fish Farm is a major concern for Shen Fei's grandfather, who hopes that Shen Fei will manage it diligently so that the Newfoundland Fish Farm can be revitalized.

Mentioning the Newfoundland fishing grounds, which are now practically defunct, Shen Fei also thought of the owners of two other fishing grounds on Huludao Island.

If he succeeds in Newfoundland, the other two companies will definitely benefit. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Later, when I have some free time, I'll go to the town government to inquire about the operations of the other two fish farms and see if I can acquire them together. That will be the time for Shen Fei to make his mark.

After ending the call with Smith, Shen Fei went downstairs and had a delicious lunch.

The menu has changed again today.

There was an extra portion of stewed potatoes and meat, a plate of stir-fried bamboo leaves, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

"Hmm, I can taste that flavor now."

Shen Fei picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew. He finally tasted the familiar flavor of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce that he hadn't had in a long time.

James boasted, "After I got home yesterday, I went to ask around at a few Chinese families in town, and sure enough, they had extra Lao Gan Ma chili sauce in their collections. I borrowed a bottle from them."

"They heard that I work at Dasheng Fish Farm and that you are Shen Youtian's grandson, so they warmly invited you to come and visit."

Shen Fei paused for a moment, surprised that there were Chinese living in a remote town like Kaohai Town. He immediately nodded in agreement, "Uncle James, could you please arrange a time for me, tomorrow or the day after? Also, please prepare a few gifts for me, and we'll visit together."

"Okay, I'll schedule a time with them later."

After lunch, Shen Fei didn't plan to go out. His top priority now was waiting for the 1200 million Canadian dollars to be wired to him. So he gave James half a day off to go back and prepare gifts and schedule visits to several Chinese families.

After seeing James off, Shen Fei suddenly thought of the squirrel he had encountered in the pine forest that morning, and the potato it was holding.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Shen Fei went to the kitchen alone.

James had kept the kitchen countertop very clean. In the middle was a large refrigerator, about 2 meters high and 1.5 meters wide. Although the refrigerator was large, it only occupied less than one-twentieth of the entire kitchen area.

Kitchens of this size, approaching 30 square meters, are extremely rare in Chinese households.

Spacious and comfortable, but also very expensive.

But there is absolutely no problem in Canada.

Because the land here is very cheap.

The kitchen consists of a long table covered with smooth tiles, with a stove on the left and a sink on the right.

Next to the stove was a plastic vegetable basket containing some clean potatoes and onions.

Based on this, Shen Fei can be basically certain that the potato he saw this morning was stolen from here.

Shen Fei glanced at the layout of the kitchen. There were no windows, but there were two exhaust fans that connected to the outside. When the exhaust fans stopped running, the gaps between the blades were large enough for small animals such as squirrels and wild cats to squeeze in.

Shen Fei stood next to the exhaust fans and gestured a couple of times, considering whether to ask James to have someone seal off the two exhaust fans, or to replace them with exhaust fans with smaller gaps.

Just then, the exhaust fan suddenly started shaking.

A fluffy squirrel head popped out from inside.

Shen Fei glanced at it and recognized it as the squirrel he had encountered that morning.

It seems the other party is treating this place like their own backyard and is planning to come here to beg for alms again?

Shen Fei chuckled, but didn't say a word, just stood there to the side.

The squirrel's fur was very soft, grayish-yellow, and it looked rather silly and cute. In particular, its eyes were dark and rolled around before it spotted Shen Fei by the exhaust fan.

This is awkward!

The thief was caught red-handed by the owner.

As Shen Fei was wondering how to deal with the thief, the squirrel paused, its gaze lingering on Shen Fei for a good four or five seconds. Then, it sniffed and suddenly jumped down from the exhaust fan.

It stood on the stove platform, which was more than a meter high. Old Ma knew the way and rushed to the vegetable basket, picked out a small potato, held it upright on the smooth tile with both hands, and made a "handing" gesture to Shen Fei.

Shen Fei was stunned by what the other party had done.

This squirrel was not afraid of me at all, and had no awareness of being caught as a thief. Instead, it turned the place into its private treasure trove.

What are they trying to do?

They brought out treasures from their private treasury to entertain me, as a way of thanking me for sparing their lives?

Or do you want to be friends with yourself?

Shen Fei was immediately delighted.