I became a billionaire by raising fish

6. Squirrel Neighbors

Tom hurriedly opened the plastic bag. Because of the good sealing, the paintings were well preserved. He opened one and saw that it was a poplar forest. This was a sketch. jumped on the paper.

For the first time, Tom first went to see the signature of the author of the sketch, but it turned out that there was no name at all, only the three letters of 'AAP'.

"Who is AAP?" Tom wondered.

After that, he flipped through several paintings one after another and finally came to know the full name of the powerful person in AAP. It turned out that this person was called Arthur-Ashod-Pinajian.

Tom gave up, this guy is definitely not a great character, not because he has never heard of the name, but since then he found another painting, also signed the name of this powerful character, but it was drawn in a comic style Totally redhead!

This girl has a beautiful appearance and a hot body. Arthur-Ashod-Pinajian's comic artist is absolutely top-notch. Even a portrait of Tom has a high s****l desire, which is enough to show his painting level.

But Tom has never heard of Picasso, Van Gogh, and Monet, who have drawn cartoons?

Tom sighed. He looked at all these paintings. They were all paintings by Arthur-Ashod-Pinajian. There were more than 20 pairs of them. There were landscape paintings, portrait paintings, and comics. All the way down to abstract painting.

Just when Tom was in a low mood, a surprise came inadvertently. When he opened the last painting, sunflowers in full bloom appeared in front of him. There was a sentence next to the sunflowers: To my hesitant life. , Vincent-William-Van Gogh!

These sunflowers are like a raging fire. The style of the painting is so gorgeous and the color is so strong. When Tom saw the signature of this pair of sunflowers, his heart completely burned: This is Van Gogh!

Tom vaguely knew that it seemed that Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" consisted of more than 20 pieces, and some of them were missing. To confirm this, he turned on his mobile phone to search for relevant information, but the network signal in the town was extremely poor, so he refreshed after ten minutes. Hundreds of times, the result was that no information was found.

No way, Tom had to call Mao, fortunately, before he came, he opened the global communication business, otherwise, he would not be able to call back to China.

At this time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon in Canada, and it was dawn in the country. Mao was sleeping in a daze: "mother f**k, why are you calling at this time?"

Tom was full of anxiety and shouted: "Seriously, mother f**k, hurry up and check the Internet for me. How many "Sunflowers" did Van Gogh paint? What are they like? I found one in Canada!"

"Impossible, how could it be so easy to find such a masterpiece of God? Are you so lucky?" Mao asked.

Tom said anxiously: "Check it out quickly, if it's true, I will sell you a Hornet sports car!"

"I don't want a Bumblebee sports car, I want a Grand Cherokee!" Mao seized the time to bargain, but he finally woke up, and soon there was the sound of the computer turning on.

Tom was in a hurry and shouted: "I will buy you twenty cars, and then you will set up a fleet to drive out, and it will be an M-type and an F-type. Will it work?"

"Success!" Mao giggled.

Later, Mao sent the news that Tom needed. There are indeed more than 11 "Sunflowers" painted by Van Gogh. In his letter to his younger brother, he mentioned that he painted a total of 24 paintings, of which twelve sunflowers were used to represent Christ. Twelve disciples, in addition, he set the members of the southern studio to 12, plus himself and his younger brother 2 people, a total of 14 people, and 14 paintings.

Tom was so excited that his painting might be real!

With excitement, Tom opened the larger wooden box with great anticipation. He prayed that there would be 12 other "Sunflowers" in the box, but he was disappointed when he opened it. There was only one bronze sculpture in the box.

The sculpture is not small, it must be more than one meter high. The sculpture is of a healthy young man holding a knife in his right hand and a human head in the left. I can see that his left leg is bent, and his feet are stepping on the enemy's body. He looks very sturdy.

It's a pity that the oak box has been soaked in water for too long. Although this bronze sculpture has been waterproofed, it is still stained with rust. Tom estimates that this thing can't be sold for a good price even if it is sold in copper, so he put it on the bedside. On the windowsill, it can be used as decoration.

It's getting dark now, Tom called Auerbach and said, "Master, I'm not going back to the hotel tonight, I'm staying in the small building of the fishery. Besides, when I cleaned my grandpa's room at noon, I found Some interesting stuff, I hope you'll check it out tomorrow."

Auerbach greeted his body with concern and hung up the phone.

Tom tried it and found that the water and electricity in the fishing grounds did not stop. Even after he turned on the Samsung big-a*s TV in the bedroom, programs were showing on the screen, and the cable TV did not stop.

After a hasty cleaning, he moved directly into the small building, so that he could explain where the paintings came from tomorrow.

Dinner is easy to solve. The kitchen and cooking utensils are all complete. Tom went to the small-town supermarket. This supermarket is like a sparrow.

Of course, most of them are all kinds of fish, such as Atlantic salmon, chinook salmon, silver salmon, salmon, steelhead trout and Arctic chard, etc. There are also high-end ingredients such as oysters, Danginis sea crab, and Alberta steak.

Most fish are cheap, you can buy a pound or two for a dollar, and are guaranteed to be fresh.

What surprised Tom was that there were grass carp, carp, crucian carp, and black carp in Treasure Lake, but not in this supermarket. He saw ginger, garlic, peppers, etc. in the vegetable area, so he was going to go to Treasure Lake to catch a big carp and make it. The fish soup warms the stomach, and he will not cook precious fish such as salmon.

Not having much to eat alone, Tom wandered into the fruit section and picked up some blueberries, cherry tomatoes, red berries, and blackberries.

The waiter said that the blackberries and red fruits here are wild. Tom doesn't know if they are true or not, but seeing that the price is affordable, he bought a little bit of each, and bought a bottle of salad dressing, ready to go back and make a fruit salad.

Still borrowing the hotel owner's pickup, Tom went to Treasure Lake. As soon as his consciousness entered the lake, a large carp with a length of half a meter rushed over, and it was it!

When Tom had the consciousness of catching this big carp, the wild latter suddenly calmed down and was pushed into the shallow water by the current. Only then did Tom realize that his consciousness played a huge role.

The half-meter-long big carp weighs fourteen or five pounds. Tom only cut off a little fish meat, and simply made a fat fish fillet and boiled some soup.

He tasted it after it was out of the pot, and it tasted delicious and fragrant. This carp was purely wild, and it was not the same as the fish in domestic fish ponds.

After a fragrant dinner, Tom was about to go to bed, but when he saw a small cistern by the maple tree outside the window, he moved and shifted his consciousness.

He wanted to try to see if his consciousness could invade as long as there was water.

As expected, everything in the reservoir was under his control, and he could detect that there was a squirrel with a big tail taking a bath in the pool.

Tom puts Poseidon's Consciousness on the little squirrel, and he feels like he can influence the little guy. After getting a little sleepy, he withdrew his consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

At half-past six in the morning, just as it was getting dark outside, Tom woke up.

Stretching his lazy waist and opening the window, the fresh sea breeze was blowing slowly. Tom took two deep breaths and felt relaxed and happy for a while.

Taking advantage of the good season of the rising sun, he walked around the fish farm for a while before returning to the small building to stew the fish soup.

After that, Tom washed the fruit, simply halved the cherry tomatoes and the snake fruit, mixed it with black grapes and blueberries, mixed it with salad and syrup, and a fruit salad came out.

The fish soup was just fragrant. Tom went back to the bedroom with the fruit bowl, turned on the TV, and tuned to the Newfoundland Classics channel. There was a movie playing in the morning theater. He watched it. It was one of his favorite American dramas in college. Youth".

While watching a movie and eating a salad, Tom was in a hurry when the glass in the bedroom suddenly 'bang bang bang'.

He turned his head and was stunned to see a little squirrel standing outside the window curiously, hitting the glass lightly with its small head.

This squirrel is still small, only about the length of his middle finger, his eyes are dark and sharp, and his whole body is brown and red with small short hair. At this time, his hind legs are half-squatting, and his front legs are supporting the glass, almost sticking to the glass and looking in. Its big reddish-brown tail whirled and fluttered as if it had a hairball tied to its butt.

Tom walked over, and the little squirrel jumped to a branch of the maple tree next to the window with a 'swish', then flexed its tail and nimbly drilled into a small tree hole, probing its little head and looking out smartly.

Seeing this, Tom laughed, it turned out that this was his neighbor, the little squirrel should have settled on this maple tree, and no accident, this should be the one his Poseidon Consciousness met in the cistern last night brat.

He opened the window and went back to the bed to watch a movie with a fruit plate. After a while, a big fluffy tail swept over his head, he turned his head again and saw the little squirrel squatting on the head of his bed with its paws up. Looking at him curiously.