Owen Sutton said anxiously, “Hurry up and check. If it’s real, I’ll sell it and buy you a Bumblebee!”

“I don’t want a Bumblebee, I want a Grand Cherokee!” William Grant seized the moment to bargain, but at least he sobered up. Soon, the sound of a computer booting up came from the other end.

Owen Sutton was exasperated and shouted, “I’ll buy you twenty of them. Then you can form a convoy, sometimes driving in an S-shape, sometimes in a B-shape. How about that?”

“Deal!” William Grant giggled.

After that, William Grant sent over the information Owen Sutton needed. It turned out that Van Gogh painted more than 11 versions of “Sunflowers.” In a letter to his brother, he mentioned that he painted a total of 24. Among them, he used twelve sunflowers to represent the twelve apostles of Christ. In addition, he set the number of members in his southern studio at 12, plus himself and his brother, making 14 people in total, and he painted 14 more.

Owen Sutton was thrilled—his own painting might actually be genuine.

With excitement, Owen Sutton eagerly opened the larger wooden crate again, praying that it would contain the other 12 “Sunflowers.” But when he opened it, he was greatly disappointed; inside the crate was only a bronze sculpture.

The sculpture was quite large, over a meter tall, depicting a muscular young man holding a knife in his right hand and a human head in his left. His left leg was bent, stepping on the body of an enemy, looking very fierce.

Unfortunately, the oak crate had been soaked in water for too long and was waterlogged. Although the bronze sculpture had been treated for waterproofing, it was still covered in rust. Owen Sutton figured that even if he sold it for scrap, it wouldn’t fetch a good price, so he just placed it on the windowsill by the bed as a decoration.

It was getting late, so Owen Sutton called Auerbach and said, “Old man, I won’t be staying at the hotel tonight. I’ll stay in the small building at the fishery. Also, when I was cleaning my grandfather’s room at noon, I found some interesting things. I hope you can come take a look tomorrow.”

Auerbach asked about his health, and after confirming he was fine, hung up.

Owen Sutton tried out the utilities and found that the water and electricity at the fishery were still on. When he turned on the big old Samsung TV in the bedroom, there were programs playing on the screen—the cable TV was still working.

He did a quick clean-up and moved into the small building, so he could easily explain where the paintings came from the next day.

Dinner was easy to handle; the kitchen had all the cookware. Owen Sutton took a stroll around the town’s supermarket. Like a sparrow, the supermarket was small but well-stocked, with seafood, vegetables, and meat all available.

Of course, the most abundant were all kinds of fish: Atlantic salmon, large-scaled chinook salmon, coho salmon, trout, steelhead, Arctic char, and so on—a dazzling array. There were also oysters, Dungeness crab, Alberta steak, and other high-end ingredients.

Most fish were cheap—one Canadian dollar could buy one or two pounds, guaranteed fresh.

What puzzled Owen Sutton was that Lake Chenbao was full of grass carp, carp, crucian carp, and snakehead, but the supermarket didn’t have any. He saw that the vegetable section sold ginger, garlic, and chili, so he decided to catch a big carp from Lake Chenbao to make fish soup to warm his stomach—he didn’t know how to cook salmon and the like.

One person couldn’t eat much. Owen Sutton wandered over to the fruit section and picked out some blueberries, cherry tomatoes, Red Delicious apples, and North American black grapes.

The clerk said the blackberries and Red Delicious apples here were all wild. Owen Sutton didn’t know if that was true, but they looked tempting and were reasonably priced, so he bought a bit of each, plus a bottle of salad dressing to make a fruit salad later.

Still borrowing the innkeeper’s pickup, Owen Sutton went to Lake Chenbao. As soon as his consciousness entered the lake, a half-meter-long big carp darted by—that was the one!

When Owen Sutton focused on catching the big carp, the wild fish immediately calmed down, letting the current push it to the shallows. Only then did Owen Sutton realize how powerful his consciousness was.

The half-meter-long carp weighed about fourteen or fifteen pounds. Owen Sutton just cut off a bit of fish meat, quickly made some stir-fried fish fillets, and cooked a bit of soup.

After it was done, he tasted it—the flavor was fresh and rich. This carp was truly wild, nothing like the feed-raised fish from domestic ponds.

After a delicious dinner, Owen Sutton got ready for bed, but when he saw a small water storage pool by the maple tree outside the window, he had an idea and shifted his consciousness over.

He wanted to test whether as long as there was water, his consciousness could invade it.

Sure enough, everything in the storage pool was under his control. He sensed that a big-tailed squirrel was bathing in the pool.

Owen Sutton placed his Poseidon consciousness on the squirrel and felt as if he could influence the little creature. After that, he started to feel sleepy, so he withdrew his consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

At 6:30 in the morning, just as dawn was breaking outside, Owen Sutton woke up.

He stretched, opened the window, and let the fresh sea breeze blow in. Owen Sutton took a deep breath of air, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Taking advantage of the sunrise, he strolled around the fishery for a while before leisurely returning to the small building to put the fish soup on to simmer.

After that, Owen Sutton washed the fruit, halved the cherry tomatoes and Red Delicious apples, mixed in the black grapes and blueberries, tossed them with salad dressing and syrup, and made a fruit salad.