After making her first order, Lin Ziyan's stall became extremely busy.
Scott seemed unhurried, quietly painting, completely unaffected by the noisy environment around him.
Lin Jun was busy helping pack things and didn't pay much attention to him.
In less than an hour, Lin Ziyan had cleared out all the items she had put out.
She took out another batch from her bag and laid them out. This time, they weren't her crocheted items, but rather some small handicrafts she had bought at the port, each with its own unique characteristics from different countries.
After Lin Ziyan finished arranging the things, she walked behind Scott and took a look, then couldn't move her feet.
He was actually painting the streets of Hong Kong, China...
How much does this painting cost?
Lin Ziyan was engrossed in her painting when a man in a black woolen overcoat walked over and asked her a question.
Scott didn't even look up, and said calmly, "50 marks."
Lin Jun looked at Scott suspiciously, feeling that he seemed like a different person when he was painting, very indifferent.
The surrounding noise did not affect him; it was as if he were isolated in his own world.
50 marks? This painting would be hard to sell here.
Most of the people who come here to buy things are college students, who don't have much pocket money to begin with.
Moreover, most students work part-time to pay for their tuition and daily expenses. Who would spend 50 marks to buy a painting?
But he was quickly proven wrong...
"Here's 50 marks. I want this painting." The man took the money out of his wallet and placed it on the table.
Lin Ziyan looked at the man, narrowed her eyes, and thought he looked somewhat familiar.
This person doesn't seem to enjoy painting; they seem more interested in the scenes depicted in the paintings.
This is a picture of a port city, where busy people are unloading cargo, and many cargo ships are waiting nearby.
Scott took the money, then rolled the painting into a tube and handed it to him.
The man didn't linger; he took the painting and left in a hurry.
Lin Jun said in a low voice, "That's Roth, the ship designer for Herbert Shipbuilding Company, and also their mechanical designer."
Lin Ziyan paused for a second, then lightly patted her forehead. No wonder he looked familiar; there was a photo of him in the file.
The crowd gradually thinned out, and after Scott sold two more paintings, the store was almost empty.
He packed up his easel, nodded to Lin Ziyan, and left.
Lin Jun's lips twitched, and he shook his head, thinking that this person was a bit clueless about social etiquette.
But on second thought, it seems that most painters have some eccentricities.
Scott was relatively well-behaved; he was completely absorbed in his painting and spoke very little.
"Auntie, are you going to see your friend later?"
"Do you want me to come with you...?" Lin Jun glanced at his watch; it wasn't too late yet.
Lin Ziyan, "Didn't you ask your friends to go to the movies?"
"I can just take a taxi there, it's not far."
The two left after collecting their belongings. Not long after they left, the girl with long brown hair came back with someone, but they couldn't find the person.
"Anna, are you sure they're at this stall?" the man asked anxiously, glancing at the stall's sign.
“Yes, I was sure. I thought it was a bit expensive at the time, so I walked away and then came back to look for it,” Anna said confidently.
She never expected that the painting that came with the hair clip she bought would catch her uncle's eye.
…
Meanwhile, inside the Alt Hotel.
Lin Ziyan sat down in the hotel restaurant, picked up the menu, glanced at it, and ordered only a cup of coffee.
"Why didn't you order anything?" Lu Yunshen frowned.
"I don't want bread or potatoes anymore," Lin Ziyan said with a smile, glancing at the restaurant's decor.
The dark brown sofa is paired with a light wood table, and the lampshade matches the color of the sofa.
The neat arrangement makes people with obsessive-compulsive disorder extremely comfortable.
The melodious piano music filled the air, allowing one to quickly relax and enjoy the delicious food.
"It seems you've had quite a haul today," Lu Yunshen said with a faint smile, his eyes deepening.
Lin Ziyan wore a dark purple sweater with a large collar paired with straight-leg wool trousers, and her hair was styled with a crystal hair clip.
Her eyelashes were long and curled, her eyes were slightly upturned, her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and she had white teeth and red lips.
When Lu Yun Shen first saw her, he was stunned for several seconds. The contrast was too great. She used to hardly wear makeup, but now it seemed that she wore light makeup every time they met.
"You've certainly made a good haul. All the handicrafts are sold out. Have you set up the account I requested?" Lin Ziyan took a sip of coffee and looked up to ask.
"The documents have been submitted, and the account should be ready in two days." Lu Yunshen's Adam's apple bobbed slowly.
A ripple of emotion welled up in his eyes, then quickly dissipated.
Lin Ziyan nodded, looked at the street outside, and her eyes deepened.
She thought those handicrafts might be of some use, but she still had to visit that company tomorrow.
Lu Yunshen: "What are you planning to buy here? Do you need to use an overseas account?"
He had intended to let her use his account, but then thought she would definitely refuse, so he simply asked a friend to help him.
Lin Ziyan, "a technology".
"We also need to buy important parts for a cargo ship."
Lu Yunshen looked at her thoughtfully. He also needed to buy cargo ship parts, but he could only find people from Herbert Shipping Company.
But Herbert's people are not easy to contact.
"By the way, should we visit Jason in a couple of days?" Lin Ziyan suddenly asked.
At that moment, Jason, who was in a meeting at Maiwei Group, sneezed a few times.
He glanced at his watch, raised an eyebrow slightly, and realized that if he didn't finish soon, he would miss dinner.
His personal doctor has recently been urging him to eat on time to prevent a recurrence of gastritis.
Chen Niaoshu glanced at him and pursed her lips slightly.
For some reason, she always felt that Jason's attitude towards her was rather subtle.
Chen Niaoshu glanced at the manager who was talking non-stop and silently took notes of the key points.
"Miss Chen, your Chinese delegation will be visiting our group tomorrow. Could you please host them?" the manager suddenly called out.
The meeting was then adjourned.
Chen Niaoshu didn't even have time to respond...
Jason stood up, and the manager rushed over to exchange pleasantries with him, without giving Chen Niaoshu another glance.
The two walked out of the meeting room and talked in hushed tones.
Chen Niaoshu watched their departing figures, lost in thought.
Chinese delegation?
How come she hadn't heard of any Chinese delegations visiting Germany?
"Shu, did your Chinese delegation come wearing long robes? And the men don't still have long braids, do they?"
"That's right, aren't all the ladies wearing cheongsams and wigs?"
"Haha, Reagan, you must be joking."
Colleagues who hadn't yet left the meeting room were discussing it.
Chen Niaoshu looked at them indifferently, clenched her fists, pursed her lips and left, ignoring their mockery.
Back when she was in school, she had already sensed the strange looks and malice she faced while living abroad.
After joining Maiwei, she was constantly subjected to these strange looks.
Chen Niaoshu quickened her pace and walked out of the conference room, where she was surprised to see Jason standing at the front desk with a smile on his face, answering a phone call.
"Lin, come to Maiwei tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to some friends."
Oh, by the way, Minister Lu seems to be coming tomorrow too…
Chen Niaoshu pursed her lips and stood frozen in place...
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