Everyone's playing hide-and-seek: This crazy beauty has maxed-out third eyes.

The group got more and more excited as they discussed it, and even started arguing on the spot whether the black line symbolized pain or redemption.

The woman in the tutu was a little annoyed. How could she not understand what they were talking about? Was her artistic talent lacking? She observed more closely, emm…

Lina stood beside the easel, blinking. She had just made a mistake because her hand was shaking.

Alright, saves me the trouble of making up a story myself, here's a ready-made one, isn't it?

On the other side of the pier, Xiaoyu was looking around with binoculars. As the lens turned, she saw a large group of people gathered on the other side of the pier.

More and more people gathered, forming layers upon layers, and the top of an easel could be vaguely seen.

Little Fish tugged at the woman's sleeve: "Mommy, why are there so many people over there?"

The woman looked in the direction she was pointing and said, "Maybe it's a street artist selling paintings."

"Can I go take a look?" Little Fish tilted her head up. "Just one glimpse."

The woman put away the specimen box and rubbed her forehead: "Okay, I'll take you over to see it, but it'll be too crowded. Let's just stand outside and look at it, so we don't get separated."

"Okay!" Xiaoyu hung the binoculars around her neck and followed the woman forward.

In a private room on the second floor of Yong'an Restaurant, Lin Sui'an opened the window and could see the scene at the dock square. A large group of people had gathered in the open space, and their cheers could even be faintly heard in her direction.

She thought to herself that the people who could make such a commotion in such a public place were probably not locals, but rather players causing a ruckus.

Lin Sui'an looked at the dishes on the table, picked out a few pastries that could be stored for a long time, as well as some dishes that she thought were very delicious, and put them into her space. Then she opened the door to the private room.

The three bodyguards in black immediately stood up straight and bowed their heads in unison: "Young Miss."

Lin Sui'an took out a small wad of cash from his handbag and tossed it to the bodyguard in front of him: "Go downstairs and settle the bill. The rest is your reward for your hard work."

The bodyguard quickly accepted the money: "Thank you for the generous gift, Miss!"

Lin Sui'an, wearing small leather shoes, went downstairs: "Let's go take a look at the docks."

Two bodyguards followed closely behind her on either side, while the one who stayed behind quickly ran to the front desk to settle the bill.

In the lobby on the first floor, Lydia and Sergei had finished their conversation and were now idly observing the people in the hall when they saw Lin Sui'an coming down. The two of them immediately got up and followed him.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing glasses stepped forward from the crowd surrounding Lina.

"Miss painter, how much would you mind parting with this painting for me?"

"I'm going to hang it in the center of my study, so I can look at it every day and constantly remind myself!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the bearded man in a suit beside him objected: "What do you mean by 'giving it away'? Mr. Li, art is about personal connection; this painting clearly resonates with my state of mind!"

The man with the mustache turned to Lina: "Sell it to me, I'll pay you a hundred-dollar bill!"

"You think you can afford a hundred bucks?" A man with a large belly squeezed in from behind. "I'll offer one hundred and twenty!"

"I'll bet 130!"

Bidding prices rose and fell, and several people argued heatedly, their faces flushed.

Lina's fingers twitched as she held the palette, but she swallowed back the fifty-dollar offer that was on the tip of her tongue. Oh well, she wasn't bold enough!

"Stop arguing!" A gruff voice cut through the crowd. A bald man with a large gold chain around his neck pushed through the crowd and strode to the easel.

He pulled out a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket, took out five bills and slapped them into his palm: "Gentlemen, our Yong'an Chamber of Commerce hall is in dire need of a masterpiece that can command respect."

The bald man cupped his hands in greeting to those around him: "Five hundred yuan! Thank you all for the discount!"

The others looked at the money and then at the man's posture, and in the end, they didn't add any more money.

The bald man turned around, his expression becoming polite: "Miss Painter, five hundred yuan, how about that?"

Lina straightened her back and raised her chin slightly: "I didn't originally plan to sell my practice pieces."

She looked at the blocks of color on the canvas, trying to appear as 'arrogant' as possible: "But since you can see its value, it means it is indeed destined for you."

"If it's meant to be, then it belongs to you."

The bald man immediately beamed, "Thank you so much, Miss!"

He handed five large bills to Lina, who took the money, stuffed it into her pocket, and reached for the drawing paper.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The bald man quickly raised his hand. "I haven't yet asked the painter's name?"

"Lina."

"Miss Lina, could you please leave a calligraphy piece in the lower right corner of the painting?"

"Okay." Lina picked up a fine-tipped paintbrush, dipped it in black paint, and wrote her name, Lina, below the orange-yellow block.

After she finished writing, she carefully peeled off the canvas and handed it to the bald man. The bald man held the painting in both hands, looking at it from left to right, and became more and more satisfied with it.

On a high platform not far away, Xiaoyu held up binoculars, dumbfounded. Those messy blobs of paint had actually been exchanged for money.

"Wow, that's amazing..." Little Fish rubbed her eyes and muttered softly.

The woman next to him nodded: "To have such a unique style at such a young age, he is indeed a talented young painter."

Little Fish: ...Is that what she meant?

Xiao Yu's lips twitched, and she picked up the binoculars again, moving them to the side. In the lens, Lin Sui'an was walking towards them unhurriedly with three bodyguards in black, followed by Lydia and Sergei.

Little Fish's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly tugged at the woman's sleeve: "Mommy, shall we go and see?"

The woman glanced at the crowded people: "There are too many people over there. What will you do if you get squeezed?"

"No, no, no!" Little Fish grabbed the woman's hand and shook it. "I just want to watch the master paint for a moment, I promise I won't run off, okay, Mom?"

The woman, unable to resist being shaken, said, "Let's make it clear first: hold Mommy's hand tightly, absolutely don't let go, and don't wander off."

"I promise!" Little Fish immediately patted her chest.

At the edge of the open space at the dock, the bodyguard walked quickly ahead and patted the person blocking his way.

The person being photographed was about to get angry, but when he turned around and saw the man in the black suit, he immediately swallowed his words and quickly moved aside to make way.

Lin Sui'an walked in the middle, wearing small leather shoes, with Lydia and Sergei following behind.

Little Fish, holding her mother's hand, squeezed in after Sergei, taking advantage of a gap in the crowd.

In mid-air, Xuan You folded his wings and landed on top of the lamppost in front of him, tilting his head to look down.

Ron, panting, jogged along the direction where Hyunwoo had fallen and squeezed his way to the outer edge of the crowd.

Lin Sui'an stopped in front of the easel. Ordinary passersby on the outside made way, while several wealthy businessmen and buyers inside remained standing and appraising the paintings.

Lina looked up and saw Lin Sui'an. Her face lit up with joy, but remembering her persona, she quickly regained her serious expression.

Lin Sui'an glanced at Lina, then looked at the canvas in the bald man's hand.

"Did you paint this?"

Lina cleared her throat: "Exactly."

"Bold brushstrokes, profound conception." Lin Sui'an took half a step closer. "I wonder if this young lady painter would accept my personal invitation to paint one for me as well?"