Lin Sheng returned quickly, holding several objects that resembled seashells.
Upon closer inspection, the spirals on these seashells were identical, with every detail matching perfectly.
When he placed an ear against the shell's opening, he could hear the sound of waves and sea breezes, akin to music played on a tranquil beach.
This is the currency of the Star of Art—inspiration.
"Did everything go smoothly?" Lin Sheng asked.
"No issues at all, bro!" Lin Xing made an OK gesture, and behind him walked a silent blonde girl.
Lin Sheng stared at the girl intently, feeling a subtle oddness inside but unable to pinpoint anything specific.
The girl seemed different from earlier, but he couldn't figure out how.
Was it the expression on her face? Somehow, it seemed her face became even more rigid.
...
In the stock exchange, people in tailor-made suits dressed neatly, speaking elegantly, yet their eyes were wolf-like, fixed on the changes on the electronic stock board.
